Queenzas
The Other Side of Queenza

Queenza walks into the kitchen. The servants bowed their respects to their mistress. One of the maids put an apron on the mistress' body after which they came out of the kitchen. When Queenza cooks, no one is allowed to be there. Because Queenza does not want anyone to know what spices he uses in his cooking. Strange indeed, but that's Queenza.

The beautiful woman was cooking in earnest as if she was meeting for a big tender. For him, doing something must be serious and maximum, as well as when cooking. Even every piece of food that will be used must be in accordance with the size of his desire. If one piece is different, the waiter must re-cut.

This afternoon Queenza cooked Abian's favorite meal again. If last night made by the hotel, now it's made. He made fried chicken galangal, sambal, tempeh and fried tofu and asem vegetables. It is easy for Indonesians to make it all. But what Queenza does is very special.

After all, Queenza asked the waiter to call her husband to wait in the dining room. He'll go clean up first. It was his habit that did not like the smell of kitchen smoke.

"Where's quueenza?" abian asked the waiter who prepared the dish at the table.

"A shower, sir. Madam always takes a shower after cooking," said the waiter.

"Queenza cook? This all?" tanya Abian pointed at all the food in front of him that looked appetizing.

"Rubber, Sir. In this mansion, it's the madam who cooks."

Abian smiled in disbelief that his new wife was good at cooking. From appearance it may look like a five-star chef. I don't know the taste, will it be as good as Ayyara's cooking? inner Abian.

Before long, Queenza came out gracefully walking towards the dining room. He sat down next to his husband, smiling at the man. His hand grabbed the plate in front of Abian, then put the rice there.

"Do you want this?" queenza pointed at the chicken. Abian nodded too.

"Do you want to know and tempeh?" ask the woman again. Abian nodded too.

"Whoor wants to?" ask Queenza again.

"Byeah" replied Abian.

The beautiful woman was so painstakingly serving her husband. That made Abian quite surprised. He thought Queenza would ignore it as before while in the main mansion.

Abian smiled by devouring his food, as did Queenza. If another wife must have waited for her husband's response and wished for her cooking to be praised, not with Queenza. She was confident that her husband would like it.

They finished lunch together. Just as Queenza was about to leave, her arm was held back by Abian. The man stood in alignment with his wife who was now staring at him.

"Unexpectedly, an arrogant woman like you has magic hands too, huh. If your mouth and mannerisms were like the taste of your cooking, it would be much better." Abian smiled and left Queenza who was silent there.

"What did he say? My mouth and my behavior mean bad? Damnit damnit! Just watch out for you, Abian!" queenza shouted annoyed.

Maybe the man insulted her after eating good food. He thought Abian would praise him, but quite the opposite. Know this better tell the waiter to cook. She was in vain to work hard while she was pregnant.

After lunch, Queenza walked into the backyard. He went to the greenhouse to take care of his plants. Every time he was in the mansion, there was something he did. He will not be able to sit back.

With a shrewd hand, he scissors one by one the wild roots that were around the flowers.

"Don't spray too much water" Queenza told a special waiter who takes care of her plants.

"Okay, Madam."

The Queenza movement in the mansion did not escape Abian's sight. It was only half a day in the mansion that he found the other side of Queenza he had never seen. In this mansion, Queenza looked like a deft hostess.

Abian smiled at the wife he had just married one day. It turned out that there was also a softness behind a strong figure like a hedgehog. On the outside he looks terrible, but from the inside he has a soft side.

"Basic strange woman. Sometimes it sucks, sometimes it's so soft. Does he have a double personality, huh?" abian chuckle.

Queenza is his wife. Although the way they got married made Abian really want to throw him to Mars.

"Oh my God, can I be his priest when my heart is still another woman" said his sorrowful gaze at Queenza who occasionally rubbed her stomach with a very sweet smile.