Sequel My Ustadz My Husband - Prospective Master
The Part 73

Maryam came home in the afternoon, her activities are still the same as usual, college, stopping by her mother's restaurant or even to the boarding school of course with always accompanied by Rika and Gina.

Arriving at home, he was greeted by Fifi, the butler of his house. And there was something different about Fifi, usually her face was flat, her lips were smiling flat and that smile never reached her eyes, but now his butler's smile was amused and his eyes seemed sparkling.

"What's up, Fi?" ask Maryam astonished.

"It's nothing, ma'am" she replied still with a smile.

"Amar is home?" maryam asked because Amar's car was in front

"Yes, Madam" Fifi replied as she walked up to Maryam from behind. Maryam took off her veil when she got inside her house.

"Let me take your stuff to the room, ma'am" exclaimed Fifi but Maryam shook her head.

That's how every time he came home, even his backpack would also be carried by Fifi, even though Maryam had repeatedly said no need like that. Maryam will do herself what she can do.

"What's the noise in the kitchen?" asked Maryam then she stopped her steps to the room now turned to the kitchen.

Maryam's mouth was wide open with perfectly glared eyes. Looking at the kitchen that was like a broken ship, and the servants also seemed to grimace but could not do anything when the Master moved here and there cooking. Even Granny can only scratch her head to see what her grandchildren are doing.

Amar, the husband of Maryam, the CEO of Degazi Corp, was cooking and wearing a pink apron with floral motifs. Maybe he wants to cook the soup, because he cooks water and throws chunks of carrots, pieces of chicken breast and some vegetables into teflon, yes, a tiny teflon. And in a sizable pot, he was sauteing something, its scent was fragrant, it just looked suspicious.

"Darling, are you home?" amar asked while his hands were busy stirring teflon containing the soup material with a wooden spoon.

Then he took a bowl of shrimp, Maryam thought he was going to make shrimp soup, uh, the shrimp went into the pot that before there was an onion stir-fried there.

"What are you doing, Amar?" ask Maryam then walk in, do not ask how the floor is usually snuffed, now it is scuffed, sticky, water, oil, vegetables, all staining the floor.

"You want to cook for us, more precisely, for you" Maryam can only scratch her nape and raise her eyebrows.

"But you can't cook, why don't you just tell Nur? " ask Maryam.

"I want to make a special meal for you, as my apology" Amar said sincerely, making Maryam touched. Then he kissed Maryam's cheek as Maryam peered into the pot and teflon. Of course it makes Maryam embarrassed what else all the servants and even her grandmother-in-law were there and noticed them.

The servants who saw the romantic scene could only look down while smiling. The boss who used to be like a robot now looks like a romeo.

"Where are people making soup in teflon" murmured Maryam later.

"I want to make a little soup, so pack a small tool" replied Amar with a smart smile.

"But there's a small pot, so why are you cooking this pot?" ask Maryam again because the pot is big enough even enough to cook soup if there is a large family dinner.

"Let the oil go where it goes" replied Amar again who immediately made Maryam laugh amusedly.

"What do you want to do with this horrible flour dough?" Maryam pointed at the dough that did look terrible shape.

"You make paratha, this abis I make curry. You want a beef or chicken curry?"

Maryam could not answer, she could only shake her head.

"Maryam, can you please take your husband away from here?" ask Granny Amy who can't stand the behavior of her granddaughter.

"Since then Granny kept driving me away, but I just wanted to make something special for my lovely wife" replied Amar while occasionally peeking at her phone screen, maybe from there she can a cooking guide.

"You don't even know what teflon is in the pack, what the pot is for" replied his grandmother who looked very upset "You don't know what the kitchen is about"

"But today everything can be learned through the internet" replied Amar who did not want to lose "It's almost cooking, dear. Special shrimp stir-fry for my wife, you like shrimp, right?"

"Special where is it? Wong just packs white and onions like that"

Maryam could only complain in her heart.

"Ah yes, the salt is forgotten" cried Amar then he took something that he thought was salt

"That's soda, sir" Nur exclaimed quickly as Amar was about to pour the soda into a pot filled with shrimp.

"I also know this is soda" replied Amar who did not want to lose his authority because he could not even distinguish which soda where the salt "Just want to check, when expired" continue still with his bossy tone. And it turns out in the bottle it says baking soda "Dispose, already want to expired" Amar threw the soda into the trash. Actually his expired is still two years away. Want to do it again, Amar does not want to look stupid.

"But, honey, I want masakin for you. It's gonna be over soon"

"That's right, I'm sorry you" said Maryam slowly and continued to forcefully withdraw Amar.

In the kitchen, all the servants were now laughing amusedly at Amar's behavior. While Granny can only bracelet her head then also go to the kitchen of course after asking Nur to make a delicious dinner.

In her room, Maryam took off the apron Amar was wearing and threw it in a dirty basket.

"You took a bath, the smell of smoke" said Maryam. But Amar did not budge. While Maryam put her backpack on the sofa, then took off her hijab.

He was shocked when Amar suddenly hugged him from behind.

"I'm sorry" whispered Amar while tidying up Maryam's hair "I must have hurt you so much, right?" her shrewd.

"You scared me" Maryam replied and then "If you don't like what I do, you just tell me, we can talk about everything well. L'm... I hate being snapped and in the closet" said Maryam, with her eyes glazed back.

Amar peeped at Maryam's shoulder many times and continued to mutter apologies.

Maryam turned and hugged her husband. He rested his head on her husband's chest. Amar kissed Maryam's head.

"It's late afternoon, let's take a shower" seduced Amar then who immediately got a pinch gift on his waist.

"You take a shower first"

"Well, let's take a shower together"

Amar said spoiledly. But Maryam who still hugged Amar shook her head. On a whim, Amar took off Maryam's hairband, revealed the hair that is now unraveled and opened the zipper of his robe that is behind.

"Amar.." Maryam protested and immediately let go of her embrace. Maryam tried to re-raise her zipper but she struggled. It was not in vain Amar.

"Let me help you" said Amar growling mischievously.

"You take a bath" but Amar did not care, his wife said.

He turned Maryam's body to her back. Amar again kissed Maryam's open shoulder.

"Stop, Amar. It's still afternoon" exclaimed Maryam.

While Amar, he just fell silent and saw the nail marks on Maryam's shoulders.

"Is it because of me?" his whisper while stroking his grip last night.

Maryam was silent for a moment, but then she immediately turned around, facing her husband.

I see regret in Amar's eyes.

"What the hell, just a small wound" murmured Maryam stroked her husband's cheek to calm him down because the lightning of Amar's eyes looked very sad.

"I hurt you" Amar said as if frustrated.

"You didn't do it on purpose" Maryam replied convincingly.

"But..."

"Shhh..." Maryam put her fingers on Amar's lips "Just promise me, this won't happen again"

Maryam looked into Amar's eyes so intently. Amar hugged Maryam tightly.

"I promise, I promise you I'll never hurt you again. Sorry, Babe"

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Tbc...