The Married For Pellets
Eating Ramyun

"Head Jo come here." call Raka to wave her hand.

"Sir, how can I help you?" asked the butler Jo, walking half-run over to Raka.

"Is there any Peach in the fridge?"

"So sir let me check first, please sit down first sir" said butler Jo.

Without answering Raka pulled one of the chairs on the dining table, waiting for butler Jo to find the Peach as Adelia wanted.

"This is a new master, the packaging is still neat" said butler Jo, showing the Peach fruit packaging to Raka.

"Ehhmm yeah, then put it on the serving plate, I'll take it upstairs."

"All right, sir."

The butler Jo opens and washes the Peach fruit he found in the freezer. Without him asking, he must know whose fruit this fruit is.

Fortunately, he always set various types of fresh fruits and vegetables in the refrigerator. If there are guests it is not too late to look outside.

Not how long the butler Jo carried a tray containing serving plates, on top of which there were various kinds of Peach fruit, complete with knives.

"It's sir."

"Hem."

Raka takes it from the hand of butler Jo, then takes it upstairs and gives it to Adelia. As per Adelia's request.

"This is the fruit you asked for."

"I don't want to." Adelia replied without feeling guilty.

Makes Raka hold back her emotions, to say a word that does not. "Now I want something else, because the air outside is so cool" said Adelia, waking up from her bed. Then pull the blanket to the chest.

Adelia opened the curtains, and looked out the window, then, glanced at Raka, as soon as a brilliant idea flashed through her brain.

"What?" asked Raka, then he sat his body on the lip of the bed.

"What all pregnant women like this, make people upset, just a few seconds ago want to eat Peach fruit, and now he said he did not want to." Raka's mind.

"Will he prank me." Raka is at war with her inner self.

"Don't look at me like that, it's your own child asking, not my will" Adelia said.

"What does he want?" raka asked flatly, his outstretched hand touching Adelia's distended stomach, when it was only eight months old, but it already looked like nine months.

"Auuhhh my stomach," complained Adelia, holding her stomach that felt kicking.

"Why is he, does he act like this often, causing you pain like this?" ask Raka worried.

"No, said doctor Yuki this is natural, so it doesn't hurt at all" Adelia explained to Raka.

" Is this really not sick?" ask Raka. Now he lowered his head. And cupp..

One kiss landed in Adelia's stomach, making her heart warm, for a moment she wanted to forget her husband's affair. I want to enjoy her time with Raka.

"Unfortunately Daddy, don't be naughty in there, have you ever wanted to meet Mommy and Daddy."

"Don't make Mommy feel pain, you know that every time Mommy is in pain, Daddy feels unsettled and very worried." whispered Raka in Adelia's stomach. Strangely, at that instant, immediately silent Adelia's stomach.

"Smart kid" said Raka.

Krukkkk krukkkkk

Adelia's stomach sounded an alarm asking the owner to fill her, "You hungry?"

"In the meantime I'll tell Jo's assistant."

"No, don't don't" said Adelia preventing Raka's movements.

"Why?"

It appears Adelia pulled out her tears because she felt she was not considered her opinion. "Why are you crying?"

"Aren't I not eating?"

"Then?" asked Raka, raising her eyebrows next to her.

"I want to eat Ramyun, and the one who cooks must be you" said Adelia. With bad breath because he was crying.

"Hah, alright wait a minute" said Raka starting to get up from her seat.

"Don't be long." cried Adelia who saw Raka had already walked out of her luxurious room.

"Oh my God, it seems like his mother is taking revenge on me." Raka muttered, taking a breath and then violently disposing of it.

Once he got to the pantry, Raka was confused about where to start cooking it from. He was still going around the kitchen, walking to and fro, then opening the freezer. Look for ingredients that he thinks are nutritious.

Ramyun is a Korean noodle dish. Ramyun can be made from wet noodles or instant noodles. Some instant ramyun brands besides being consumed in South Korea, some are exported abroad, such as to China, Hong Kong, Macau, Japan, and Indonesia. Korean Ramyun generally has a spicy taste.

Fortunately, Raka had friends who came from Korea when she was in college in Germany. So with the provision of remembering just remember he can concoct it appropriately.

This time Raka made Ramyun with wet noodles, added enoki mushrooms, button mushrooms, mustard spoon, octopus, crab. Be the right taste Ramyun Raka made.

"Head Jo, here." call Raka.

"I'm master?" asked the butler Jo to Raka who was passing through the kitchen.

"Of course you are, who else." replied Raka flatly.

"What's up, sir?"

"Can I help you?" ask butler Jo to Raka.

"Try you to taste my cooking, does it taste good or not? if I don't, I'll just throw it away."

"All right, sir" said the butler Jo. Then taste it a little.

And made the butler Jo go silent for a while. "Hows it? is it not good?" ask Raka.

Butler Jo still did not answer. "Well then let me just throw it away and you wake the chef to make a new one again" said Raka who had raised her plate.

"No sir, wait,"

"Why?" ask Raka.

"It's very tasty according to my tongue,"

"Are you telling the truth or just wanting to please me?"

"If you just want to please me, you better forget it" said Raka.

"No sir, it's really delicious, for your new size this time cooking."

Raka goes silent, observes Jo's butler's bead, searches for lies there, and turns out to find no lies there.

"It's for my wife, so I make sure other people taste and judge my cooking, I don't want my son and my wife to do it" Raka said.

Then he took a serving bowl to pour his cooking, Ramyun with various toppings in it.

"One more thing, I have to bring fruits, you will deliver them to the top."

"I can't take him, you understand?"

"Okay sir, according to your orders" said waiter Jo nodding respectfully.

"Mr Raka was as though he were on a date with his wife." muttered waiter Jo shook her head.

Then do as Raka ordered. Cut fruits and serve in such a way, to make it look attractive.

"Honey this is Ramyun you asked for" said Raka, as soon as the door opened wide. Raka's face appears carrying a tray containing Ramyun which is served in a bowl.