The Heir's Little Wife
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Junio woke up a little later than usual. Now it was a holiday, so he wanted to laze around a little at home. While writhing, he glanced towards the side of the bed. Blank. Apparently Patricia had woken up from earlier because the part of the mattress she was sleeping on was quite cold when Junio touched her.

"Where is he going so early in the morning? It's impossible to escape, right?" Junio Gumam.

While staggering Junio rushed into the bathroom. He washed his face and then brushed his teeth. While humming, Junio picked up the shirt from inside the wardrobe before finally stepping foot out from inside the room.

"Heemm, it's very fragrant. Who is cooking?.

The aroma of seefood cuisine seemed to fill the entire corner of the house. Junio recalled, previously the servants would not dare to cook a stinging scented meal like this if he was at home. Not what, sometimes Junio's mood can worsen if the smell of cooking. He became remembered with his late mother who really likes to create new dishes every day. Which will make Junio's heart become uncomfortable and restless.

"What are you doing here?.

Patricia who was stirring the cooking of the bearded was shocked when she heard Junio's voice. He then turned around, smiling strangely at the crazy man's messy appearance.

"Why are you wearing a t-shirt if you forgot to wear pants yourself, Jun?" tease Patricia while shaking her head. He then continued his cooking show.

Junio. Right, he's not wearing pants. Fortunately, the t-shirts he wore were a little long, so the servants did not have to look at the birds hanging freely.

"What are you doing?" repeat Junio.

"What can't you see I'm doing?" patricia asked back.

"Cooking!.

"Well, that knows."

Junio. He then walked closer towards Patricia and then looked at her glance.

"I guess the cuisine is seefood. Apparently what you're cooking is goat food" Junio said as he watched the green troops dancing in the cauldron.

Patricia grunting. It was still this morning that he had been irritated by Junio.

"Vegetables are good for the original body you know. Seefood is too heavy to eat this early in the morning. Yes, I'll put it up for you tonight."

"Can you cook?" ask Junio sarcasm.

"Junio, have you been in the frying pan yet? If not, please join this green army. I don't mind making you breakfast with this goat food!" patricia replied exasperatedly.

Junio chuckles. Being able to talk normally with Patricia somehow made Junio's world feel a little new. It was like finding something that was long gone from his life.

"I want coffee" Junio said as he continued to pay attention to Patricia who looked so shrewd as she rummaged through the dishes.

"Okay sir, I will...

"I don't want you to make it!" prevent Junio. "Yakk Patricia, make me some coffee. Serve me now!.

"I'm busy, Juni. Let the waiter make it for you."

"don't want. You have to, period!.

Patricia took a deep breath and then looked over. He stared intently at Junio who was sitting with his chin on.

"You're really very troublesome!.

"Quick make it, after eating I'll take you to go see your mother."

Patricia was glued, her eyes glazed over. While holding back the tightness, he shrank the stove fire then rushed to make coffee for Junio. Patricia's hand continued to tremble as she wanted to pick up the sugar, which caused the sugar to drop to the floor.

"If you can't ask me for help. Don't do it yourself, so it's a mess now!" reprimanding Junio gently while helping Patricia scoop the sugar from the back of her body.

The servants immediately stepped aside when they saw the intimacy of their boss. As for Junio, he continued to hug Patricia while continuing to help her brew coffee.

"Hey, why are your hands so cold? I wanted to take you to meet Madam Yura, not to take you to jail!.

Junio smiled. He released his embrace then twisted Patricia's body. They are now standing facing each other.

"What will you do when you get there?" junio asked as he wiped Patricia's tears.

"I-I just wanted to apologize. I-I'm so sorry, hiksss!.

"Is that all?.

Patricia nodded.

"Don't want to go back to your house?" ask Junio again.

Patricia turned her face up. He was so heavy when he wanted to answer Junio's question. If asked the truth, Patricia really wants to go home and re-assemble with her father and grandfather. But what she had done to her mother made Patricia feel unworthy. He didn't deserve to set foot in the Young Family home anymore. He was a demon, and the most suitable place for him was here. The place where there was a crazy demon.

"My return will only add to the wounds in their hearts, Jun. So let me stay here until the angel of death comes to pick me up. Let me live estranged from them" Patricia said.

"If things aren't as you imagined? Maybe your mom is still alive?.

Junio's question traps. He wanted to know if this woman really believed her talk that Madam Yura had died in the tragedy of the explosion that was aimed at Elea or not.

Smiling bitterly Patricia returned to answer questions from Junio. He spoke while holding back a cry.

"If it were true that Mom was alive, I would have listened to everything she said. I will obey and not fight anymore. But all that's impossible Jun, my mother's dead. And what I said just now will never materialize. I've lost a woman who truly loves me. I lost him because of my own greed, I'm stupid!.

Junio immediately restrained the hand of Patricia who was beating her own chest. He then hugged her tightly.

"It's free that you hurt yourself like this, Patricia. That won't change things. It's okay to make a few mistakes, but you have to learn from them. Not everything is as bad as you think. Could it be that God has another will for your mother?' junio said he could not bear to hear Patricia's sobs that sounded very heartbreaking.

Patricia was silent. His chest was so tight, it was always like this whenever he remembered the mother who was already in the afterlife.

"Cry, put all your tears on my shoulders. But after this you have to promise me there will be no more sadness. You know I really hate seeing women cry?" tanya Junio tried to cheer up.

Patricia remained silent. For a long time they were in a position to hug each other, until both of them were shocked by the smell of a pungent charred.

"Gosh, my cooking!" patricia shouted frantically then immediately broke free from Junio's embrace. "Aahh shit! My vegetables!.

Junio was crumpled when Patricia showed the broccoli where his head was no longer green, but had changed color to black. And Junio's laughter grew louder when he found out that it was the last stock of vegetables in the refrigerator.

"Your life is really very unlucky, Patricia. Even vegetables are reluctant to get into your stomach. Hahaahha!.

"Fuck you, Junio!.

"Haha!.

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