Stain Becomes the 2nd
Cuisine for wife
"Arkana." Ms. Asma smiled welcoming her daughter-in-law's arrival.
Arkana reached out to Ms. Asma and regretted it. "There's a milk, Ma?" Ask Arkana.
Madam Asma nodded. "There, but Emila just slept in her room." Answer Ms. Asma.
"Here, Ma." Before continuing her words, Arkana handed the plastic containing cakes and fruit to the hands of Ms. Asma first. "Sleep? Why is he sleeping in the afternoon like this?" Ask Arkana confused.
"Yes that's it. Since pregnancy, Emila is easily sleepy and sleep whenever she wants." Answer Ms. Asma.
Arkana just nodded her head.
Asma asked Arkana to go into the house and say goodbye to making drinks for Arkana.
"Are all pregnant women like that? Is it easy to get sleepy and sleep without knowing the time?" Arkana Murmuring.
Soon Ms. Asma returned with a drink and cake that Arkana had brought.
"Let's drink first, son." Say Bu Soft asthma.
Arkana nodded her ass and sipped the warm tea until half was left. "Did Emila cook the meat I sent yesterday, Ma?" Ask Arkana when she remembers something.
"Yet, Mama has offered to cook it but Emila said later. He said he didn't have a taste for meat." Answer Ms. Asma as is.
Arkana fell silent and thought. "How while waiting for Emila to wake up from her sleep do I help cultivate her flesh, Ma?" Arkana Barat.
Arkana nodded to the point of making Ms. Asma surprised to see him.
"When studying in Java I used to cook myself rather than buying from outside. At least I'm good at processing some kind of food, Ma." Arkana.
Ms. Asma was amazed to hear Arkana's explanation. "Alright, then please cook the meat for Mila, yes. Maybe he'll eat it if it's made from your hand." Said Mrs Asma.
Arkana nodded excitedly. The tiredness that he had felt because the day of work was gone had changed with the zealous spirit of wanting to cook meat steak for his second wife.
While waiting for Arkana to dwell in the kitchen, Ms. Asma chose to sweep the yard in front of her house. Instead of not wanting to help her daughter-in-law, she had offered to help but Arkana refused on the grounds that she could do it herself. Be Miss Asma let Arkana dwell alone in the kitchen.
An hour later, Arkana had finished making a meat steak for Emila. He looked at his work with sparkling eyes. "My kids, Daddy sure you're gonna love Daddy's cooking." Arkana.
Because he felt sultry because he cooked using his work shirt, Arkana finally chose to take the change of clothes that he always carried in his car.
"Dine here tonight, son." Asma said when she met Arkana in front of the house.
Arkana immediately nodded in agreement because the Lady was not at home tonight so she could freely eat at her second wife's house.
"Is this how nice it is to have two wives? If the first wife is busy I can be with the second wife?" Arkana muttered while picking up the t-shirt in her car. A moment later, Arkana patted her head when she realized she had spoken.
"I'm sorry, Lady. I don't intend to behave this way." He murmured as he imagined the face of his first wife. Although guilt often approached him but somehow Arkana did not feel sorry to have married a woman named Emila who was pregnant with her children.
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