Wife President's Deposits
Chapters. 62

Edward went into Deya's house. He went straight to the kitchen looking for food. Unscrew the saji hood and find only the empty plate. Deya has not cooked means has not eaten since.

Edward went to the freezer to see what could be cooked. He's not the guy who ever cooked in the kitchen. See instant noodles. Doubtful because he avoids instant food.

Edward breathed out a loud sigh upward making his front hair move. Put both hands on the waist. Started thinking.

Finally cooking instant noodles with instructions from how to cook that ever listed on the packaging in the guide also with video tutorial on youtube.

He poured water according to the instructions. Breaking the eggs but unfortunately for the first failed because it fell to the floor. The second egg shell experiment comes in so that the water is thrown back.The third experiment eggs are broken in the dish first just placed in boiled noodles. Only the vegetables that he had cut originally came inside. Then she put the noodles in for the last time.

The food was ready and he smiled happily. This is her first meal full of drama. Proud of the achievements he achieved. The smell of cooking gushed into his nose.

He poured the instant noodles into a large bowl and took it to the upper room.

Open the room door and start turning on the light switch. Instantly the room became bright. The stinginess and tiredness he felt earlier instantly evaporated when he saw Deya sleeping curled up on a bedsheet with a big red rose.

Edward sat on the bed. His gaze was fixed on the strip of KB pills near Deya. He sighed. Already the two strips he threw away, did Deya not understand his wishes as well? Anger struck Edward. He put the hot noodles on the nightstand and went to dump the Pill into the trash.

Fix, he wants a son like his mother often talks about. It's pushy but it's legitimate.

Edward started to wake Deya up. I sifted the woman's shoulder slowly. Her eyelids began to open, smiling and approaching, hugging Edward's waist spoiled, closing her eyes again.

"Mas is coming," he muttered in a hoarse voice just waking up.

"Hmm, and starving. Look at the kitchen there's no food at all."

Deya's eyes instantly opened, rose and rubbed her long hair curled up.

His nose smelled the aroma of cooking, he saw one big bowl of instant noodles. Open your eyes wide and shut your mouth.

"Cooking yourself?"

"Hmmm," replied the man briefly taking the noodles from the top of the nightstand. He scoops the noodles and feeds Deya.

"Try my first meal."

Deya raised both of her eyebrows upwards, surprised.

"Hmm you also report because we last had lunch, this afternoon." Deya's eyes spread. Deepened by Edward's attention.

"Didn't you?"

"Hmm, this is your first meal."

"I always do everything well. Especially for my beloved," his god with a flirtatious eye

"Your hands are red, Mom?" Deya took Edward's hand.

"Because of the fringe of the pot." Edward pulled. "Little bit. Don't worry."

"But, Mas."

"We spend this food first lest the pleasure disappear because of this little wound business."

Deya smelled the wound. "This is no ordinary wound proof of your concern and sacrifice to me."

"I'll do anything as long as the person I love is happy with me."

"Gombal..," said Deya.

"Where are you going, it's not over" Edward said.

"I'm full, take a thirsty drink."

"You don't appreciate my struggle cooking this." Edward choked sadly. Deya smiled and approached. Spent the food even though his stomach was full. He then brought the bowl down to wash. Edward followed.

"When did you come?" ask Deya.

"Ehm, an hour ago."

"Cokn't wake me?"

"No heart, young wife, let's take a quiet break." Edward put his hands around Deya's waist. They went down the stairs together.

Deya speechless when looking at the messy kitchen. Edward scratched his neck with a grimace.

"Mas, how is this?"