The Hundred Thousand Woman
The Part 11
At exactly eight p.m., Wilson set foot in his mansion. A sense of tiredness approached his shoulders with his forehead, making him really miss Maureen's massage. Maybe after eating he will ask his wife to massage him for a while.
Wilson halted his steps as his feet nearly touched the dining room. The aroma of fried rice that was so fragrant successfully pierced his sense of smell. Did auntie cook him some fried rice? The successful question made Wilson's stomach rumble and then rushed to the dining room.
At first he felt happy when he found Maureen who was now sitting on one of the dining table chairs, as usual, the wife was waiting. However, as the tail of his eyes slightly whizzed to the side, his smile instantly faded. There was another figure accompanying Maureen in the dining room, not the aunt as usual, but the woman who last night pretentiously arranged it, lecturing her, Veila.
"Oh, Wilson! Already home? Here, let's eat together" Maureen's pinta, being Wilson as a submissive man, Wilson sits in front of Maureen, opposite the two women, his wife and Veila.
Actually, before Wilson sat down, the man took the time to kiss his wife's sweet lips, making Veila turn her face again because again got such a spectacle for free.
"Well, fried rice! As always, you know what food I miss the most," Wilson said with sparkling eyes, it's been a long time since his lips have not tasted the good taste of fried rice. Therefore, when he found out if there was a bowl at the table that provides fried rice, Wilson was very happy.
As Maureen was putting a few scoops of fried rice on Wilson's plate, Leo's voice suddenly sounded, making him stop his hand movements and turn to the source of the sound.
"Hey Hovers! Your important documents are left behind." That was the sentence that Leo spoke before the man finally stopped and stared awkwardly at the dinner table. He entered in a moment of improper situation, making himself almost turn his body, about to return and wait in the living room alone.
"Leo, have you eaten?" ask Maureen. Wilson's wife is friendly to everyone. There is nothing surprising about the movements of the woman, she always offers anyone to eat with them—including some maids who work in this house.
"I'm going to go to the restaurant to eat" replied Leo, putting the important document next to Wilson and about to leave the dining room.
"There's no need to eat out, it's okay, Leo, isn't it, Wilson?" Maureen turned her head, and then found Wilson nodding briefly.
Wilson who fed himself with a spoon of fried rice hinted that dinner was over. Seeing her husband eating voraciously, infatuated with the taste of his fried rice, Maureen ventured to ask.
"How does the fried rice taste, Wilson? That's Veila's cooking, doesn't it taste good?"
Uhuk!
The man who had just been questioned also choked, making some rice grains come out from the sides of his lips. Stunned, Maureen immediately thrust a glass of mineral water on Wilson. The man gulped at him greedily because of the unpleasant taste that surrounded his chest—sak from choking. It's worth the taste of fried rice is different, more delicious and makes Wilson did not stop praising its delicacy in the heart.
"Bad, tasteless, I don't like it. I'd better eat something else," he said, then immediately put away the plate containing fried rice, and then immediately take out another plate.
Not deserving of praise, Veila was disappointed by Wilson's words. At first, the fried rice he made was very good, but Wilson said it tasted bland. Leo was aware of it, and then immediately said.
"Hey, your fried rice is delicious, I love it."
The successful words made Wilson cast a deep gaze at Leo, and then began to enjoy his new meal
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