The Seventh Secretary (Secretary to Seven)
Making Dinner

"How's doc doing?" david asked worried about the condition of his wife who suddenly fainted.

"Your wife is severely depressed" Dr. Edward sighed.

"And it's not good for the fetus" he continued.

David kissed the weak hand, not knowing what to do because everything came from himself. Trying to entertain seems difficult.

"I don't know what the problem is in your household, but please remember the health and safety of the fetus. Do not apply pressure. You're lucky this time the fetus is strong"

"Yes doc. I'll try to keep him from feeling depressed"

Dr. Edward returned after giving some explanation about the psychology of pregnant women. He is not a specialist in his field, but at least he studied to provide some advice for patients who call him home.

"Darling, what can I do for you" said David kissed the wife's soft, white hand that was still unconscious.

"Share with me, don't keep your burden alone. Poor our son, baby. I'll do whatever you want as long as you're happy"

"Eenngghh.. ibuu. ibuu. don't go buu.." raved Stella in her unconsciousness.

David pensive. He thought and tried to explore the contents of Stella's heart and what she wanted. Until he thinks of something. Grabbing his phone lying on the nightstand and making a call to someone.

"How's it?" his question was immediately without being stale after his call was picked up by the person he contacted.

"........"

"good. Keep an eye out and let me know"

David immediately disconnects his call and goes back to making a call to someone else.

"Hello om's. Can we meet?"

"........."

"I think I have an offer for om"

"........"

"good. I'm waiting tonight at the cafe across from the office"

David looked back at Stella who still did not want to open his eyes, and continued to kiss the hand he held. He won't even move when dinner arrives.

Yeah, all that time Stella was unconscious. His forehead is often wrinkled with sweat that pops up at the temple.

It seems like Stella is asleep and dreaming. Dreams that make him nervous.

"Mas.." - Stella rubbed David's cheek lying down and fell asleep next to him.

Her eyes opened slowly as Stella's fingers played her eyelashes.

"You're sober?" david asked as he clasped Stella's hand down his cheek.

"I'm hungry" Stella said in a spoiled tone.

David smiled.

"Look we eat. I'm going to cook" exclaimed David enthusiastically because it seemed Stella's mood returned well. And hopefully not pretend. David desperately hopes Stella trusts him to share the burden.

David scanned the contents of the refrigerator. Actually can't cook, he just wants to try something that can please the wife.

David found frozen meat, confused if you want to cook it then must be silenced first.

A little peek at the posts of famous chefs and start following the steps.

Start concocting the seasoning while waiting for the meat to melt.

David began to roast one by one the meat he could already process.

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"Mas.. " Stella panicked when she saw a puff of smoke coming from the kitchen. Increasingly surprised to find David almost burned their beautiful kitchen because of the cut pieces of meat that almost all charred.

Stella turned off the stove and turned on the exhaust fan and opened all the windows in the kitchen.

Still coughing, David showed a face of regret.

"How's this. Dinner's all charred"

Stella chuckled and gave a glimpse of David's lips.

Take over the kitchen and start processing the remaining 2 pieces of meat and serve them in the right maturity.

Stella makes a steak ala that makes both of them laugh. You can only burn it but you don't know how to make the right sauce. Finally just use the sauce bottle so they can eat quickly because Stella's stomach really has been singing loudly.

Finished with his perfunctory dinner, David added pieces of fruit to make his stomach feel fuller.

Invite him to watch tv with unclear channels and then feed a small cut on Stella who is leaning on her chest.

"Darling, do you like watching soap operas?" asked David who noticed Stella's blank stare towards the 80-inch rectangular-shaped electronic object.

"Disposed. Why emang?"

"Why not like it? women are usually the same soap opera that is partly adapted from the novel"

"Don't like it. Abis is too long. Not to mention the story that just jeng jeng again jeng jeng again"

"meaning?"

"Yes, so just look at the surprised expression should be shown some camera point of view, already so in slow motion. Worse yet, there is the writing 'connect' . Instead of entertaining even nikin nyesek existing"

David laughed lightly at his wife's words.

"How could I make you a short soap opera think you want to watch?"

Stella got up from her comfortable backrest and looked back.

"Emang mas know how to make soap? or a business in the production house? Mas had a child's daughter a be ge yes trus-became the main star of trus-"

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"His gemes had a jealous wife"

David again pulled Stella leaning against his chest while hugging and peeping her neck from behind.

"I want to make you calm and happy, baby. I want you not to think that heavy during your pregnancy is close to the birth. So gini. I want you to promise me one thing"

"What the hell?" Stella was impatient with David's intentions.

"You have to promise not to be sad alone. Whatever is in your heart is like me. We're all facing together. Okay"

Stella still did not understand but her head nodded.

"So gini..." David then explained his intentions and plans. Make Stella round her eyes and mouth. Do not forget the glassy eyes because they do not believe in the plan that David conveyed.

"Where. You agree?"

Stella nodded quickly as she shed tears. But his lips carved a happy smile.

Stella hugged him and said, "Thank you, mas"

David was relieved to finally be able to see that sincere smile again.

Just waiting for tomorrow the plan starts and he will continue to accompany the wife so as not to return depressed. He will continue to make his wife happy.

SORRY TO JUST GET UP YA BEIBZ

RENOVATION OF THE KITCHEN

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