Micheal Emerson's Choice
Episode 36's
"But yes it should be, it is the responsibility of the husband to take care of his wife."
Zenwa still continued to grumble alone until suddenly Micheal's voice sounded that made him surprised.
"The...!" Zenwa jumped and he immediately turned his head in panic, but then Zenwa immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he found the door of his room that was still tightly closed.
"Astagfirullah.." murmured Zenwa while stroking his thumping chest, afraid that Micheal would see him in this kind of situation.
"The...!" micheal exclaimed again while banging on the door, making Zenwa growl annoyed.
"Why does he like to make a fuss, anyway?" Zenwa immediately pulled on her clothes then she approached the door shouting, "What?"
"Open the door, the water in my bathroom is dead!" Zenwa gaped at Micheal's words.
"Ma-dead how?" ask Zenwa.
"Yes dead is not on, Zenwa. Quickly open the door!" micheal exclaimed which made Zenwa panic.
"Park in the public bathroom that is behind the kitchen only!" reply Zenwa and he quickly got dressed.
"Astagfirullah, Zenwa. Sure enough, I'm your husband!" micheal exclaimed which made Zenwa cluck in annoyance.
After fully dressed, Zenwa opened the door immediately but when faced with Micheal who only wore a towel, Zenwa immediately turned around and closed her eyes with both hands.
"Astagfirullah.." he muttered.
"For so long you are, I'll catch a cold." Micheal grumbled and without hesitation he entered Zenwa's room.
Micheal could now take a calm bath, he himself also panicked as the water in his bathroom died. And what immediately crossed his mind was the Zenwa bathroom.
After taking a bath, Michael realized that Zenwa clothes were lying on the side of the buth tub, even including a small triangle and two cloths like glasses were also lying there.
"Astagfirullah.." murmured Micheal and he immediately rushed out of the bathroom.
Meanwhile, Zenwa who was currently sitting anxiously on the sofa grew increasingly anxious and panicked as she recalled her clothes lying in the bathroom. He immediately ran to his room and at the same time he and Michael opened the door.
"Astagfirullah.." choked Zenwa and again he closed his eyes, but instead of caring about his appearance only wearing a towel, Micheal actually lectured Zenwa.
"You're a really untidy woman, cooking clothes on the floor so, isn't there a dirty basket? Are you not ashamed of me? I'm a man." Zenwa who heard Micheal's chattering immediately lowered her hand and she gaped wide.
"I'm not unkempt, but I just forgot that." retorted Zenwa who did not accept the accusation of Micheal, "Partially it's my private bathroom, yes free to put dirty clothes where, where, you're the one who came in and hitched my bathroom." he continued.
"But before I go in you can sort it out first" Michael said.
"Well, where I was, you've been banging on the door like crazy." Michael was again made to gawk at what Zenwa said, but as he was about to protest... "Partially you're my husband, why am I ashamed of dirty clothes."
A mysterious smile immediately imprinted on Micheal's lips heard Zenwa's last words.
"Yes, I'm your husband. Your bathroom should also be my bathroom, so there's nothing to care about whether your dirty clothes belong to your interior on show with me."
"Milk!!!!"
Tbc...