
Hatcchiihh .. hatccchhiihhh ...
The silence of the apartment kitchen room Erlan was interrupted by the sound of someone sneezing. Since then Dinda has not stopped sneezing when she started her activities this morning. Last night, the woman could hardly rest her body in peace, when her sense of smell was blocked, the body felt so cold and the head felt so dizzy. As a result, even though the sun was beginning to show her face, the woman still felt an incredible chill.
"You sick?"
The sudden baritone sound spread into the sense of hearing, making Dinda a little aghast. He turned around and saw Erlan who was neat with her work clothes approaching him.
Dinda simply commented a thin smile on her lips. "It's okay, sir. Maybe it's just a little cold, so it makes me sneeze like this."
Erlan put her body in Dinda's. He extended his hand to hold the temple of his housekeeper. Erlan was a little surprised because Dinda's forehead was so hot.
"You're feverish. Already, now you better rest. Than getting worse. Immediately take the fever medicine in the medicine box."
"But sir, my work is not done. I still have to cook, wash, clean the house and so on."
Erlan slightly peeked at the pot that was still hanging on the stove whose smoke was billowing. "Take it out, right?"
"It's Master."
"Today you just cook, while for other work while you do not need to do. Rest so that your pain does not get worse."
"But Mr ...."
"Already, don't argue. It's an order from me and you must obey it." Erlan turned back to leave Dinda in the kitchen. But just a few steps, the man stopped his footsteps. "Breakfast first. After that, just take the medicine and rest."
Inevitably and dislikes, Dinda obeyed the orders of the employer. "Okay sir, thank you very much."
Dinda smiled meaningfully. Inwardly, he was truly grateful to have an employer like this Erlan. It is true what Surti told him that Erlan was indeed kind and noble heart. Surti is exactly like his mother.
Erlan stepped foot into the front room. When he wanted to land his butt on the sofa, he slightly frowned when he saw the wife who had appeared neat and beautiful in the morning. Erlan wondered inwardly where this wife was going.
"Jen, where are you going? Tumben early in the morning like this is neat?"
Jenica landed her ass on the couch. He took the compact powder in the bag, then touch up his face again with the object that must be carried by the women.
"Today I came home a little night huh Lan. My activities today are very busy. Want to shop, want a spa, go to the salon, want to hang out in the cafe with friends and in the evening, I have a barbeque invitation by one of my friends."
"Seriously your activities are that dense today? Then, what time are you going home?"
Jenica seemed to be thinking about something. Like someone who is counting time. "Aaahhhhh .. I can't predict Lan. That must be until night because there are friends who just came home from Aussie as well."
"But Jen, you remember that right now your status is a wife. Is it appropriate for a wife to come home late at night just for such unprofitable things?"
"What's? Not useful for your word?" jenica asked with a slightly higher intonation of the voice. It seemed, the woman had already begun to ignite her emotions.
Jenica grumbled, belittling the words of her husband. "Lan, I married you, doesn't mean I have to lose my world. I want to have fun out there. Besides, you are why Lan, so chatty!"
"But as a husband, I forbid you to go home late into the night. I only let you go until noon and in the afternoon, you should have already arrived home."
"I don't care Lan. To be sure, I'll stay home until late at night. My friends will definitely look for my whereabouts if I don't join Lan."
"Jenica!" yelled Erlan loudly. "Are you more concerned with me as your husband or your friends are Jen?"
Jenica just smiled cynically. The woman seemed not to fear sin at all due to a wife who defied the orders of the husband.
"Erlan, I also attach great importance to you as my husband. But you shouldn't be curbing my freedom either, right? Even though I'm already a wife, but I still have the right to gather and have fun with my friends right?"
"Jenica!"
"Ssttt .. already Lan, I don't want to argue anymore!" Jenica got up from her sitting position. He drew closer towards Erlan who was in the spirit emotion mode.
Cup.. cup...
Three kisses of Jenica on Erlan's lips. The woman smiled broadly without feeling any sin at all. "I'll go first, baby. Oh yes, later please transfer to my account yes for shopping and other needs. Drug Darling..."
Jenica walked in droves leaving Erlan who was still in stunned mode, speechless and frozen. The man was still in shock at what he was going through this morning. He did not expect that his wife would completely disobey his orders.
"Master .. The breakfast is ready. Please have breakfast first Sir!"
Erlan sighed deeply and he exhaled roughly. He rubbed his face and tried to free himself from the emotions he was controlling. I want him to immediately go to the office so that he can forget the incident he just experienced. But the hunger seemed to hold Erlan back from staying here.
With gontai's footsteps, Erlan headed for the dining table. He sat sweetly and in front of him was presented a menu of food that was appetizing.
"This is what you cook?" erlan asked shortly after inhaling the aroma of cooking before her.
Dinda only smiled faintly while preparing vermicelli, slices of beef, sprouts, cabbage and celery leaves in a bowl to prepare in front of Erlan. "This is Master's meat soto. Well, now this broth can be poured into a bowl after that you can enjoy."
Like a child who obeyed his mother's orders, Erlan carried out what Dinda had ordered. Once all was ready, he scooped this meat soto and then he stuffed it into his mouth cavity.
Slowly, the taste of this soto menu spoils the tongue and drains the esophagus. There is no impression left behind other than a matchless delicious impression.
Be beautiful, be gentle, sacrifice for family and be smart to cook again. It must be very happy to be Dinda's life partner. Jeez Erlan, why are you praising people's wives?
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