Mrs. Crazy And Mr. Perfects
CHAPTER 6| THE PERFECT CASSANOVA

Ocean hurriedly came out of his room when a loud thud of falling goods accompanied by hysterical cries, as if about to tear down the house. He came out with a small towel draped over his head, just finished his bath.

The first sight that greeted Ocean's eyes was the kitchen of a war arena with a soldier with a delectable appearance. The smell of the scorch was thick, like fire wanted to devour the frying board on it.

“Hey, hey. Shrink the fire, Selena!” Ocean exclaimed a little huffed, pointing at the stove that Selena was using for cooking.

“I'm frying eggs, Ocean. But the cooking oil is squinting everywhere, I'm afraid of getting hit by hands.” Selena displayed a half-washed face and half-dreadful.

Ocean clucked, walked quickly closer, then took one of the laps to protect his hand. A safe distance away, Ocean turned the stove knob, making the fire die instantly. He immediately flipped the egg that had already been charred in half, sighing in horror.

Selena puffed up her cheeks, the spatula still in her grasp. Cooking and fighting make no difference. From today, in addition to Ocean, Selena's enemies have increased by one: hot oil.

“I don't want to cook anymore. It feels like dying.” Selena moved her lower lip. Imagining every day having to face a deadly attack of oil splashes, Selena shuddered. It can be dangerous if the face that is the source of the coming film project is exposed to hot oil disasters.

“You even blame cooking oil now? Everywhere, if you want to fry eggs, at least set a small fire to medium. Thisno. You actually want to cook or burn down the house?” Ocean rubbed his face. He seemed to need another bath to cool his mind.

“Hey, you are also outrageous .... Try if I tell you to act now, do you—”

Selena's words were interrupted when Ocean suddenly stepped closer to her. His dark bead of eyes seemed to be about to drown Selena into it. Her wet hair, the smell of shampoo coming out, and the short-sleeved white T-shirt—oh, alright, Selena has long forgotten the charm of an Ocean Arkananta. It was not the time for him to think about it either.

“You are what ...” Spontaneous Selena retreated with a war that she could not hide. When Selena finally reached the side of the freezer, cornered, Ocean stopped his steps, then grinned widely.

“Beautiful weather for you to kneel begging for mercy, right?”

Selena's heart stopped beating for a while. From this close distance, Selena seemed to be able to see clearly why Ocean was dubbed as ‘The Perfect Casanova’. Alright—once again—it's not time for Selena to think about it. Now, the real problem was Ocean's speech. What the fuck is kneeling begging for mercy.

“K-you're actually being—”

“That's the dialogue in your latest movie, isn't it? Another Blue's. I got to watch it. And yes, I swear I will never watch it again.”

Selena gawking. It took a while for him to digest what had just happened. Ocean is acting? Selena blinked and then cursed in the heart.

Why is the world so unfair. For years she worked hard to be able to live the role, somersaults day-night training, the result Selena still got the title ‘actress failed’ because she could not get into the roles she played. While Ocean, just because Selena challenged him in passing, in a single act, she was almost perfect doing it? Even Selena herself was fooled? The world must be joking.

“Alright, we've got this shit about acting, Selena. I'll help you cook.”

When Ocean finally turned back, Selena warned her heart not to pound recklessly just because it had just been exposed to Ocean's charm. It's just jumping around. The heart of the village.

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Prangs!

“Gosh!”

At this time, they agreed to cook chicken soup. Ocean was responsible for cutting and cooking the ingredients, while Selena was in charge of washing vegetables and chicken— because she did not want her nails scratched by a knife.

But regardless of how many times Selena has made a mess in the kitchen today, Ocean doesn't even remember. Pans fall, onions scatter on the floor, cooking oil spills. The kitchen seems to be Selena's place to demolish the Ocean house.

“Hey, the water is splashing everywhere, Selena. Shrink!” Ocean exclaimed with anxiety, there was nothing Selena had done right.

Selena sneered at Ocean before she finally obeyed him. “Basic handyman reigning. Grandpa Lampir. Gerandong.”

And when Ocean sighed hearing Selena sneer, sauteing the seasoning, the doorbell rang. Ocean immediately stopped his activities, saying, “Listen, Selena, I have a guest. Please take care of your attitude and replace me saute for a moment.”

“Hey, I'm dealing again with hot oil?” Selena exclaimed not to accept. He could really go crazy if he continued to deal with hot oil.

Ocean replied with a shoulder twitch, handed the spatula, then walked quickly to the front door.

After Ocean died, Selena stared at the screams of the frying pan. He took the distance as far as possible, then moved his hand to saute the seasoning.

Ocean reappears shortly afterwards, with a charming-looking woman in work clothes: trousers, a shirt, and a blazer draped in hand. Selena frowned, she was like she had seen that woman.

“Jeez, the spice is charred, Selena.” Ocean ran into the kitchen, immediately took the spatula from Selena's hand, and was busy putting the chicken in the pot.

“Selena is new, yes, in cooking?” The woman asked kindly, smiling.

There are some things Selena doesn't understand here. First, who is the guest who goes straight to the kitchen once it gets to someone else's house? Second, what is this inferior taste? Selena feels like she is a smart woman, can do everything, and has a very attractive appearance. Right, the woman exuded an aura like Ocean.

Pluks.

Selena blinked as she yawned the woman's curiosity as she felt something being carried around her neck. Selena looked back, finding Ocean who was busy tying the apron rope behind her waist.

“Well, now you can spill as much water as you want. You also don't have to worry about your clothes splashing with oil.”

Ocean was already standing in front of Selena, seeing if the apron was a match for her, followed by the woman who instantly placed herself beside Ocean.

“Sorry to introduce yourself, Selena. I'm Agatha, Ocean's partner. Nice to meet you.”

A sweet smile was imprinted on Agatha's face. Apparently, she is a warm, friendly woman who easily takes the heart of others. And from the sound and gestures of her body, Selena seemed to be able to see the elegant elegance that radiated strongly.

Selena looked at Ocean and Agatha alternately. And that was when he found the perfect match when he saw Ocean standing side by side with Agatha. Brilliant men and women who seem to be able to grasp the world easily.

Which Selena did not understand, why she was so upset when she realized it. His chest rumbled not accepting. In an instant, Selena wanted to kick Agatha out of her house.

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