Being Mated With an Actor

BE VERREL'S MAID

now the clock has shown at 07:00 am, pricilla looks are stretching his body and trying to open both eyelids.

"the laundry basket is full, it looks like the floor also needs to be broommed and dipeled" shouted the man beside the pricilla who was sitting on the bed while playing his phone.

instantly pricilla eyelids immediately opened wide, the word verrel just right was like a drowsiness reliever panacea

"what do you mean talking like that?? did you really tell me to do all the homework here?" pricilla asked as she glared at her eyes

"do you know what I mean, why is it still a waste of time to ask again??" reply before leaving the room

"well, it seems he really enslaved me" murmured pricilla while shaking her waist.

with a heavy heart pricilla also did all the work that had been ordered, he grabbed his hair tie that was on the nightstand and curled his hair originally. after that he again started a job that he had not done in his home for a long time, the article pricilla is a career woman, so to clean and wash clothes he always relied on ART, because pricilla is a career woman, but the matter of cooking is the jaga, his hobby is cooking so the matter of taste no doubt.

pricilla also began to tidy up her bed that was messy because of her actions last night. finished fighting with her bed, she chose to approach the laundry basket in a corner filled with piles of dirty clothes owned by her husband.

"duh, looks like the polar bear is pranking me! how could this be so much" he murmured inwardly.

pricill also lifted a basket full of dirty clothes while walking out of the room.really the scenery is really inversely proportional. the husband was fresh sitting in front of the TV with a warm cup of coffee, while his wife came out of the room with messy hair while holding a laundry basket.

"really husband, curse" pricilla murmured in the heart

pricilla also gave a sharp look as she passed her husband in the guest room, while Verrel did not care about the woman's behavior, he was still engrossed in the phone

while in the back room, pricilla continuously rambled by itself

"huh, at least I don't need to wash my hands" he said while putting one by one dirty clothes into the washing machine.

"my goodness even I have never let my hand touch************ other people.." pricilla said while linking her index finger to Verrel's underwear with disgust mixed with annoyance and fury.

"maybe he doesn't destroy all my clothes" muttered verrel in the living room.

"wait, it looks like I forgot something..astaga" muttered verrel who had now run over to pricilla.

"heyy...don't touch my underwear" cried verrel after he got there.

as the atmosphere became quiet turned stiff, verrel stared at the awkward pricilla, as well as the pricilla who was now staring at the verrel and then turned to staring at the verrel underwear that was still hanging on his index finger

"but I've touched it" pricilla said as she raised her eyebrows

"eee...eee...other times skip that part" verrel replied quickly, his face was already blushing with embarrassment.

"iuwww" the ideal is lightning fast while throwing **************verrel into the washing machine

"that's not to put in the washing machine" cried verrel trying to prevent pricilla hand when he wanted to put some shirt and a set of swimsuits.

"then??" ask pricilla wonder.

pricilla could only sigh in annoyance, giving a sharp look while turning her lips towards the verrel.

"quickly, you haven't nyapu outside" said the verrel and just passed leaving the pricilla, and in the end the woman began to mengedumel herself while washing verrel's clothes

"don't you think young married people are good? why am I even like this? what's so good to try??"

and after all the work was done, the pricilla moved towards the kitchen, it seemed that the woman was now starving and inevitably had to cook for herself. but when he reached the kitchen he again remembered that there were no food ingredients at all even instant food was gone.

and tibatiba apartment door opens, seen where the verrel is carrying two bags of groceries, and some instant food

pricilla widened her smile at the sight, quickly grabbing the bag of groceries held by the verrel, but verrel immediately brushed it off

"heyy.lo rags my leather bag" tepis verrel.

"want to cook" pricilla replied with a glare

"ha...ha...ha...... surely you can cook?? learn to mop up first there you just learn to cook" verrel reply underestimate

"lo sit there quietly, let me cook" verrel added

pricilla raised her eyebrows and smiled cynically at the verrel, while verrel walked towards the kitchen to begin the action.and now after 30 minutes more fighting in the kitchen, the, finally verrel came out with a plate of fried rice and approached pricilla who was waiting for him at the dinner table.

"hahahaha.lo spent my half an hour just to make a plate of fried rice look bad like this??" pricilla chuckled as she shook her head.

"at least it can be dated hungry" verrel replied with a flat face

"lo too confident anyway so the person" reply pricilla back mocked

"lo wait here, let me cook" he added again as he passed towards the kitchen

it did not take long, pricilla went back to the verrel at the dinner table with 2 dishes containing omelets and the other plate containing sauteed vegetables

"nih, eat" said pricilla put the dish in front of the verrel.

actually pricilla is a little awkward, he cursed himself, can he behave like a real wife in front of the verrel at this time

"i'm like this anyway, is it because this is the first time a woman has served me like a gospel, what it's like to have a wife" verrel murmured in his heart that also grumbled him

verrel started eating his food

"woww.apparently he's a real cook" he murmured in his heart.

"lumayan" he told pricilla, ashamed to admit the woman's cooking before him and pricilla who heard it, just rolled his eyes rough