Third Wife Paid Husband
Chapter 20

In the contents of Aron's head before marrying Andrea some time ago, Andrea is just a daughter of a wealthy family who usually only foot barges at home, that's nothing always tell his house assistant. 

But, Aron's conjecture is wrong because Andrea's figure has succeeded in making an Aron amazed, Aron secretly praised his third wife. 

"Can you lift your leg?" Andrea went outside while carrying the cleaning tools in her hands. "I'm going to sweep and mop before cooking dinner." 

The focus of Aron watching TV is divided into two, because Andrea swept the middle room. Aron watched his young wife from toe to toe. Aron suddenly raised both of his legs when Andrea signaled by moving his chin up and down. 

"Ah, sorry." Aron immediately apologized as the half-coule man lifted his legs up on the sofa. 

"What are you daydreaming about? I've been asking you to raise your leg. But you're so dumb as a cow" Andre's nagging is funny. 

"I've never seen a bull cow" murmured Aron. "So you've seen bull cows? Or is it just your wits to make fun of me?" chirps Aron. 

"As far as you go!" yates shook his hand in the air. 

Then the couple returned to their activities. Andrea is a woman and wife who does not want to stay at home much. Early in the morning Andrea immediately cooked, while cleaning her house. Andre washes dishes, clothes, drizzles, ironing, and folding his own clothes and Aron's. 

Andrea had been used to doing homework all this time. So doing housework like this is not at all difficult for him. 

"Oh, yeah. What do you want for dinner today?" asked Andrea pulling the cow in her hand. 

"You gonna cook?" reply Aron. 

Andrea clicked her tongue. "Then, what's the point of me shopping the contents of the kitchen until our refrigerator is almost full, sir?" tease young wife Aron. "Of course I'll cook our own dinner!" 

Aron mangosteen. "It's good that you cook yourself." 

"Mm" murmured Andrea shrugged both of her shoulders. "So, quickly tell me what you want to eat for tonight?" 

*** 

He had brought out the ingredients he felt he needed to cook tonight's menu onto the kitchen table. 

Andrea snatched a purple apron. Andre installed the apron alone, tying the rope to his waist and neck alternately while turning on the stove in the kitchen. 

Secretly Aron peeked at Andrea who was cooking. Aron is a bit unsure Andrea can cook— when viewed from the background Andrea. 

Everywhere the daughters of wealthy families were mostly very spoiled. They want to be served, it is impossible to serve because they feel they have many domestic assistants.  

However, Andrea was different from one other wealthy princess. Even when viewed from Andrea's gesture when cooking and cleaning the house, it seems that Andrea is used to it. 

Aron knocked on the kitchen door on a whim. Andrea looked back in passing. She smiled half a snort when she found her husband smiling at her. 

"Do you need an assistant, chef?" goda Aron stepped closer into the kitchen. 

"If you're willing to volunteer to help me, then I'll accept your offer" Andrea replied. He then turned his eyes back to the stove. 

"Good, chef. I'll volunteer to help you. But, chef, are you going to give me free food in return?" 

Andrea shouted, "Hey, stop! I am am amused for a long time too" Andrea protested. 

"Haha, sorry." Aron cupped his hands together. 

"What can I do for you, Andrea?" Aron stood next to Andrea. His wife was busy eating meat. 

In the end Andrea cooked with Aron, occasionally the man helped Alea cook. "May I be honest with you, Andrea?" In the middle of cooking in the kitchen, Aron ventured. 

"What's? What do you want to be honest about?" tanyakanya. 

"In this era, it will be difficult to find women who can do homework. Whether it's cooking, washing, or just cleaning the house. But you can do everything alone. Considering you must have been raised with your parents' wealth." 

The newlyweds threw eyes at each other. Andrea looked at her husband. "You're complimenting me?" jeered Andrea, then chuckled. 

"Yes, you're right!" sahut Aron was honest. 

Andre shook his head in wonder. "You didn't even try to dodge it." 

"For what? Or am I not supposed to be honest with my own wife?" 

"No, no. You can speak honestly to all of you. Isn't that better?" chirps Andrea. 

Andrea and Aron's conversation lasted a very long time. As long as they cooked together, that was the duration of their chat. 

It was mostly Aron who asked Andrea a question. Andrea was in charge of answering all the questions of the man next to her. 

"Doing homework alone must be very tiring" said Aron. "How about you hire a housekeeper? Your job becomes lighter if you have just one." 

"Then, our temporary marriage will be known by that ART?" Andrea grunting. "I don't want to, Aron. I don't want my plan to be known to others. Enough between me and you. I better do everything alone!" 

Besides being beautiful and rich, Andrea has a strong character, firm, and holds firm to what she says. 

"Can you tell me about yourself?" asked Aron suddenly. 

"Without me answering, what would you have done, right?" timpal Andrea lirih's. 

Right, Aron has known everything about Andrea, his young wife. 

Don't think Aron will marry a woman carelessly. Although Andrea is beautiful, her body proportions are very good, Aron needs to find out about her family, her parents, and others. 

Andrea poured enough water into her cooking little by little. Andrea did not hear Aron's voice fill this kitchen anymore. 

Andrea glanced at Aron through the tail of her eyes. Andrea asked back, "From now on you keep asking me questions. I've never even heard of your life." 

Aron quietly closed his lips. Aron was confused as to what to answer to Andrea. Aron could not be honest if he had two wives he left in Kalimantan there. 

Unable to get an answer from Aron, Andra made sure her husband remained in their kitchen. 

"Why keep quiet, Aron? You don't want to exchange stories with me?" sindir Andrea's. "Or ... Does anyone want to hide from me, Aron?" 

The deg! 

Aron's body seemed immovable at the time. Andrea's question was too shocking. But Aron assures that Andrea will not know his secret. 

"It's not so .. I ...," Aron's great-grandson misbehaved. "Just .. There's nothing special about my life." 

"Times?" timpal Andrea seemed to be in disbelief. 

Aron was wrong. He's just afraid Andrea knows everything about Aron.