My Introvert Husband 3
My annoying Alan

For whatever reason, for the first time, Ken looked back at the beautiful smile on his wife's face. Ken put the makeup equipment that he still holds to where it was and returned to approach Alana.

"Darling, don't you want to eat something?" ken asked as he rubbed Alana's head.

"Ehm, what's the meal?" ask Alana.

"Say what you want to eat, let me cook it for you." said Ken eagerly.

"Can you cook?" alana asked, tilting her head in wonder.

"Your questions are so silly, you don't think I can cook?" exclaim Ken. Alana just shook her head.

"Can you cook?" Alana asked the same question.

"I can cook! Tell me, what do you want me to cook?"  ask Ken.

"Ehm, I'd love to eat an omelette with lots of milk and cheese, it looks so good" Alana said.

"Is that all?" ask Ken. Alana nodded and agreed.

"All right, not a hard thing. Come with me to the kitchen."  Ken pulls Alana by the hand, takes her out of the room and takes her to the kitchen. He pulled out one of the dining table chairs and told his wife to sit on the empty chair.

"Wait here." ordered Ken. Alana just nodded.

"I can't cook." Ken glanced for a moment at Alana. "It's a good thing he just asked for an omelette to be made" he added with a smile.

Ken eagerly took the ingredients in the refrigerator and tried to cook what his wife wanted. Ken was so confused to see so many kitchen utensils lined up there, which he knew only cauldrons and spatulas. Ken picked up the two tools and immediately put them on the stove.

He prepared a container, then put 2 eggs whose shell he just broke, poured milk, and also cheese that he just grated into the container, then mix it evenly. "Too simple, I want to make a different one from the usual one" he murmured by noticing some of the herbs that were within his eye's reach at this moment.

"White Indian boy?" Ken took one of the garlic powders that still had its packaging label.

"Don't you like Indian cuisine?" Ken smiled for a moment. He took two teaspoons of garlic powder, put it in the egg dough and mixed it.

Not satisfied yet, Ken still noticed the kitchen spices that lined there. Read one by one the writing listed on the spice packaging, until he was interested in one spice that he thought was very foreign.

"Indian Cardamom? What'sthis?" Ken frowning.

"Think of Indian food does Alana like it." Not much thought, Ken added the seasoning also into the egg dough.

"Ehm..." Ken is not satisfied either.

"Maybe a little turmeric will beautify the color of the omelette." Ken eagerly added half a teaspoon of turmeric powder.

"Color is beautiful" she murmured with satisfaction.

"It must be delicious..." Ken mixed all the egg dough with a fork until it was well mixed.

"One more teaspoon of Indian garlic will probably add to its delicacy." Ken again added a teaspoon of garlic powder into the dough.

Truly, the kitchen was clean and neatly arranged. Now it's messy, dirty due to being ruffled by Ken.

Ken turned the stove knob until it was seen a fire burning there. He smeared the cauldron he had placed on the stove with margarine, then put the egg dough and cooked it with a small fire. Ken patiently stood beside the stove waiting for the omelette he made to ripen perfectly.

Every now and then his two eyes unceasingly watched his wife sitting at the dining table blankly staring in any direction. Alana who felt noticed instantly looked towards Ken. Ken threw a smile at him.

"Why do you think you're watching me? watch omelettenya!" Alana.

"I was wrong to take the egg, the egg I took the woman so I didn't want to pay attention to it" Ken's reply left Alana frowning at what her husband said.

"What relation? how do you know the egg is a girl?" alana asked, confused.

"Yes, from now on he's so flirtatious, if I notice he's getting older, so it's better that I just pay attention to you" Ken replied with a teasing smile.

"You're this..." Alana restrained her smile while shaking her head slowly.

"I think it's ripe..."

When Ken felt the omelette he had made was perfectly cooked evenly. Ken immediately moved it over the plate he had just picked up, gave the tomato sauce a smiley shape on it and he immediately served it to Alana.

"It's ripe, look I can cook..." Ken proudly placed the omelette in front of Alana.

Alana just smiled, her sense of smell sniffed the strong smell produced by her husband's cooking. "Why does it smell so weird?"  mumbling slowly.

"It's a special Indian omelette for you" Ken said with a smile.

"India Omelette?" Alana frowning.

"Yes, Omelette India? You've never eaten it?" ask Ken. Alana shook her head.

"Eat him, eat this let you know, I'll bribe you." Alana nodded and said what her husband said.  Ken cut the omelette with a fork and knife, a mouthful has now landed into Alana's mouth.

Just as Alana's mouth was chewing, suddenly her eyes were perfectly rounded. He felt the food ruffling his tongue, strange and unbecoming. But Alana still wants to eat it because she does not want to make her husband disappointed.

Alana chewed the food quickly and swallowed it immediately, then dissolved it with as much water as possible.

"I'll eat it myself." Alana takes over the fork and knife held by Ken. Then he ate back the omelette and quickly dissolved it with water.

"Slow down, you eat until your eyes water like this..." Ken rubbed the corner of Alana's eyes that looked slightly wet.

"Yes because it's so delicious." praised Alana by holding a bitter taste in her mouth. He quickly wanted to finish the omelette.

"Is it really that good?" Ken frowned suspiciously, it was true that Alana's lips said well. But not with his face.

"Can you share a little for me?" ask Ken.

"No! You made this special for me, so I don't want to share it!" answer Alana.

"A little bit..." Ken forced to take over the fork held by Alana. He tried to eat a little of his omelette.

Ken casually chewed it. Then his eyes were made to look great.

Chees... Chees... Chees

Ken suddenly spat out all the food that had almost entered his throat under the floor. He poured as much water as possible and drank it to dissolve the bitter taste that was attached very tightly to his tongue. It's really not worth eating, he thought like that.

"What food is this!" exclaim Ken,

"Omelette India." replied Alana while laughing when she saw the look on her husband's face that she felt so adorable.

"It's so gross, I really don't like it!" Ken took a lot of tissue and rubbed his tongue with the tissue.

"Alana why didn't you tell me it felt weird like this? it's really not good." Ken stuck out his tongue because he was holding back bitter.

"And why are you eating it, even when it's almost gone? don't eat anymore!" Ken kept the plate that still showed some of the omelette away from Alana.

"It's okay, I'll eat it again." Alana pulled the plate back.

"Don't!" ken's orders.

"You've taken the trouble to make this food for me, so I have to eat it" replied Alana who was still endlessly holding her laughter.

Ken was silent looking at Alana who was still laughing at him. He also held back his laughter, at that moment Ken grabbed Alana's body. "I'm glad to see you laughing like this" she said, giving a few kisses on Alana's face.

"Well, I won't eat it." replied Alana.

"I'm not sure I'm confused as to why it tastes so bad." Ken was confused.

"What did you put in it?" ask Alana.

"Only Indian garlic, cardamom, and a little turmeric." Listen to Ken's statement. Alana was laughing.

"You're so happy to tease me like that!" exclaim Ken.

"You're just cooking eggs so there's no need to add those ingredients to them" Alana said.

"Let's make another omelette." Ken gasped when he heard Alana's invitation.  Ken eagerly agreed to his wife's invitation, they both cooked omelette and enjoyed it together.

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Later that night, after dinner, Ken is seen sitting on the sofa in the room holding his laptop. While Alana, she watched her working husband from the top of the bed. Soon after, Ken closed his laptop and moved it on the table. Then he crawled up to the bed to Alana.

"You done working?" ask Alana.

"Here you go, let's take a break." Ken wrapped his hands around the body of Alana who had just been lying perfectly beside him.

As usual, before going to bed, Ken always rubbed Alana's head hoping that his wife would fall asleep soon. But that night, Alana's eyes were still awake staring at the ceiling of the room.

"Is there anything you're thinking?" ask Ken.

"No, I just have a hard time sleeping" replied Alana.

"I remember so much, when I had a hard time sleeping, Daddy used to sing a song to me" Alana said, recalling her time with Holmes. "But since my family's life it's been a mess. Daddy never sings a song for me again."

"I'll play a song for you, so you can fall asleep." Ken was about to get up, but Alana's hand held him back.

"I don't want to!"

"Then?"

"Do you want to sing a song for me?" ask Alana.

"Me?" Ken pointed using his index finger at himself. Alana nodded her head.

"You're right, I can't sing." said Ken.

"Can! Everyone can sing!" alana said with a little force.

"But I can't, baby. I really can't sing" said Ken. Alana just kept quiet and looked at him with a disappointed look.

"Ken sighed. "Well, I'll sing you a song." Ken repeatedly tried to adjust his voice.

Oh my sleeping wife the world's so wild

But you've built your own paradise

That's one reason why I'll cover you sleeping wife.

"The lyrics should be sleeping child instead of sleeping wife" Alana protested.

"Listen, don't talk too much!" exclaimed Ken, he again sang the song many times for Alana. But Alana still did not fall asleep and was busy looking at her husband who was still singing.

"I've sung three songs, why don't you sleep?" ask Ken.

"Daddy used to sing me ten to fifteen songs for me" Alana said innocently.

Ken was frustrated. "But I'm not a good singing Daddy, Alana!" ken said he softened his voice so as not to look upset.

"Daddy isn't good at singing either but he wants to sing for me" Alana said.

Ken suddenly smiled at every answer he heard from Alana's mouth.

"Why are you smiling?" alana asked in surprise.

"I miss you so much that it's as chatty and annoying as this..." Ken kissed and bit his wife's cheek in dismay.

"I'll sing two more songs for you" continued Ken. Alana nodded her head, and put up her good ear to listen to her husband sing. He enjoyed the singing Ken spoke from his voice, though not so melodious, but made Alana so calm.

"Why stop?" alana asked who suddenly did not hear her husband's voice anymore.

"I've been singing songs to you, I'm really tired. Now you have to reward me!" ken said.

"Grabble?" Alana frowning.

"Yes in return!"

"You want me to sing a song for you too so you can fall asleep?" alana asked with her innocent look.

"No..."

"Then?" ask Alana.

Ken smiled without answering. Without warning, his lips instantly fused with Alana's lips. And now, he gave the lichen and a small bite on his wife's thin lips, making the woman unable to move and resisting when her husband's body was right on it. Alana was so resigned when Ken played her body.

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