Mr. Perfect & Miss Careless
Why are you crying, Ira?

Kruyukk

The worms in Arvin's stomach are getting stronger to invite a rally. Despite his doubts, Arvin began to scoop the fried rice made by his lover.

"Hopefully my stomach won't do anything after eating this." Arvin's prayer in the heart. The tail of Arvin's eyes looked at the lover sitting in front of him.

"Bismil was bornrohmannirrohim" said Arvin, who began to feed a spoon in his hand into his mouth. However, before the bribe reached his mouth Ira had held the hand of the lover.

"Don't, Sir!" prevent Ira.

"Why?"

"I'm afraid that fried rice really can't be eaten. I don't want Mr. Arvin's stomach to hurt from eating it" Ira replied frankly.

"It's okay. You are tired of this fried rice, maybe this fried rice is really good," replied Arvin although he was actually not sure. Arvin continues to feed the food into the mouth.

"Where, sir?" ask Ira expectantly. He hoped that this time his fried rice would really be edible.

"His son" answered Arvin.

"really?" Ira asked with sparkling eyes.

"Yes, right." Arvin answered Ira's question with a smile. He put the fried rice back in his mouth.

"Sir, can I try it?"

"Can't!" arvin replied while keeping the plate filled with fried rice from Ira's hand. "You made this for me, didn't you? So, this fried rice is only mine and you can't eat it!" Arvin pretended to stare at Ira's cynics.

"Sir Arvin is stingy! Time to try is not allowed," Ira murmured.

"Biarin, you've eaten all my cooking. So it was my turn to finish all your cooking. After all, your stomach is not full already eat that much food?"

"I just want to eat everything."

"Stay not because it's mine" chuckled Arvin.

"Yes, yes, the fried rice is over" said Ira. He smiled happily because finally for the first time he could make something consumable. "Here I bring the dirty dishes to the sink!" Ira took the plate from Arvin's hand.

"You guys please get me some water, yeah, I'm thirsty!" arvin pinta.

"Isa. You fuckin' tell me!" Ira thunts. He took the dirty plate from Arvin and took it to the sink not far from where they were eating. Then he grabbed a glass from the shelf and poured water into it. However, when he was about to return to the dining table, suddenly his eyes were fixed on the pan that was still on the stove, inside the pan there was still the rest of his fried rice earlier.

Ira walked over to the stove, she stared at the rice in the pan carefully.

"Is my fried rice really good? I wonder how good this fried rice is that Mr. Arvin won't let me taste it?" inner Ira. Ira put a glass of water in her hand on the table near the stove because Ira was curious to decide to taste the fried rice made by using the spoon she had just taken. However, as the fried rice landed inside his mouth, his eyes bulged while spitting out the fried rice inside his mouth. He immediately ran to meet the lover who happened to be standing by the window with a mobile phone stuck to his ear.

"Hey, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" asked Arvin when suddenly his lover hugged him from behind while crying. He immediately hung up his phone.

"Tell me why are you crying, Ira?" ask Arvin again. The man with a sharp nose, with a charming look, looked at Ira carefully.

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Why is Ira so? Sorry ya gaes new up, tomorrow author will up more than one chapter ⁇ ️