Buttered

Chapter 83

"Hatciuu...!"

"Hatciuu...!"

Sarah rubbed her itchy nose and kept wanting to sneeze with the back of her hand.

Because he's actually making a paste dough.

Tristan who saw it from afar also felt that what Sarah did was something unhygienic. He was cooking, but he rubbed his nose with the back of his hand. Moreover, what is being made Sarah is a cuisine that seems to have become Tristan's favorite food. Meat potato parchment.

Tristan walked over to Sarah and grabbed Sarah's arm so as not to rub her nose with the back of her hand again.

"Eh...!"

"What the fuck, why cook you jor0k like this? is it always like this. While cooking, even hold the no-no?" tristan asked who protested to Sarah just because of the problem she rubbed her nose with the back of her hand.

Sarah turned around and pulled her hand from Tristan's.

"So, I just rubbed my nose. It doesn't matter either. I'm gat4l's nose!" sarah explained.

"Why is it like that?" tristan asked with a curious expression.

"Where do I know. Maybe someone was talking about me in his heart!" sarah tells us about an old myth that she often hears about.

That if we sneeze all of a sudden but no dust, cold air or anything that might be the cause is plausible. Then it is most likely that someone is thinking about us in his mind. Just like a dream, if we dream of someone we never even think of during the day or night, then that means that person is missing us and actually he wants to meet us.

Hearing Sarah's reply, Tristan chuckled.

"Ha ha ha, someone will think of you! don't be so confident!" sarah is underestimating.

Sarah just pursed her lips in response to what Tristan just said. Then he turned around and went back to printing the dough one by one on the plate before being fried.

Seeing what Sarah was doing, Tristan was curious. That's because she thinks what Sarah did was interesting. Understandably, Tristan never got into the kitchen. So when he saw Sarah form a dough without scales but it seemed very much the same. Tristan was astonished.

"Do you consider it?" ask Tristan.

"What?" sarah didn't understand Tristan's question.

It means Sarah doesn't understand Tristan asking about weighing what. Thing or thought. So instead of answering wrong and making them argue for a long time, then Sarah just asked, actually what is the object of Tristan's question.

"You are so stupid, what are you holding? why do I ask what I'm asking?" tristan asked but with a sharp tone and a sharp look.

Sarah turned to Tristan until she was upset.

'Oh my goodness! I just want him to ask more objectively. What an emotion!' sarah's mind doesn't like Tristan's overly emotional nature.

"Here you go, you better wait at the dinner table. Or do what it is! rather than disturb my concentration!" moaning Sarah.

Hearing Sarah say that, Tristan grew even more annoyed. He felt his pride was hurt, how not. All women across Indonesia must be happy when they cook with handsome men like Tristan.

But Sarah kicked him out, saying Tristan was interfering with his work, his concentration. Of course Tristan is upset.

"Hey, freak woman! lookatme!" said Tristan annoyed, the rank he wanted to show that flawless plenary handsome face to Sarah. Tristan stood very close to Sarah.

'Otherwise? oh my God, just want to cook must debate the coachman first. Wonderful deh!' inner Sarah.

But when Sarah turned around, she made her forehead touch Tristan's lips.

Sangking surprised her, Sarah to the point of not being able to stand properly. Unable to balance position and eventually staggered backwards.

But before Sarah fell, suddenly she felt something was catching and embracing her waist.

Deg deg deg

The two eyes meet each other, their position is so close even attached to each other at the waist until the shoulder makes Sarah's heartbeat becomes irregular.

And Sarah's brown eye bead, also makes Tristan can not easily turn away.

One second two seconds three seconds...

(Presto cookware sounds)

(Suppose the voice of the presto pan sounds yes, because the author feels the dilemma of how to describe the sound of the presto pan if it is jostling. Betewe, one of the author's novels there is also a table whose title is Dilemma, if you like it can be seen).

"Eh...!"

Hearing the presto pan sound, Sarah immediately confirmed her standing position and immediately pulled herself away from Tristan.

Tristan who felt that he was not supposed to be in that place immediately turned around and stepped quickly out of the bungalow.

Sarah who saw Tristan's facial expression turned cold, and her accelerating pace made Sarah sigh.

Sarah then held onto her chest, which had been beating fast, which made Sarah also feel afraid.

"Why this? this feeling, like when I was a big Alan fan...!"

But before long, Sarah immediately shook her head quickly.

"Well.no... no. No. no way! if I had become such a huge fan of the stone man, I would have gone insane! Sarah. This marriage is just an agreement, just a covenant. What I was thinking. Holy jeez!"

Sarah grumbled to herself while continuing the cooking process to prepare her dinner with Tristan.

While Tristan was coming out of the bungalow, standing on the bungalow's guardrail. Tristan stared straight at the sand beneath the building. Tristan even clasped tightly onto the fence.

Suddenly everything that happened between her and Sarah just flashed through her mind.

Their first kiss was at their wedding. Then when on the ship, when Sarah accidentally almost fell and made Tristan kiss Sarah's forehead even though accidentally.

Then the CPR that Tristan did for Sarah, Sarah's smile that was so sincere when saying thanks to Tristan, which even made Tristan unconsciously also smile.

Then the incident just now, where it's not just Sarah's heart beating fast. But the heart of Tristan is the same.

Tristan closed his eyes then opened them again while shaking his head quickly.

"Syall!"

"Dad, you're really making trouble for me!"

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