CELEBRITIES ARE NOT ARTISTS

FIRST CUISINE

Early in the morning Dean just finished the sport, not seeing Isel again on the bed which is usually just a roll of laziness.

They have been married for a week and have not shown any change. Isel's attitude was still childish, and Dean remained cold to his wife.

The noise in the kitchen rang out, Dean walked out of the room looking at the many messy groceries, from the living room to the kitchen scattering.

"Innalilahi wa innailaihi raji'un, what happened to this house?" Dean rushed into the kitchen to see Isel was busy cooking.

"It's duh duh duh, it's sick." Isel rubbed his hand that was pierced with a splash of oil.

"What are you doing Cell?"

"Good morning Uncle, is the sport over? Isel was shopping early in the morning, then continued cooking. This week Isel entered a cooking class." Isel's smile seemed sinless putting his cooking on the table.

Dean's head was shaking, not knowing to be happy, or grieving to see his wife who learned to force, but the whole house was a mess.

Seeing a messy house makes Dean's appetite also lost, although only eating bread if the house is clean, the heart is also calm.

"You cook in the kitchen, then why mess it up to the living room? who's gonna clean up this mess?"

"Uncle Dean, his name is also husband and wife must share duties. If the wife cooks, the husband cleans." Isel smelled the smell of his fragrant cooking.

Dean's breath was heard, walking into the living room picking up a bunch of snacks. In neat arrangement, as well as the former Isel cooking that has no signs of completion.

Sweat flowed from Dean's forehead, mopping the floor after sweeping. Washing all dirty dishes.

"Uncle please Isel, this is how to wear it?"

"Well you're done cooking, why now you want to wear an apron?"

"Well, ask how to wear it?"

Dean breathed and exhaled violently, teaching Isel how to wear an apron so that when cooking is not dirty.

Isel's sweet smile was visible, peeping Dean's cheek to thank him for helping her.

"If I knew I'd clean the house up to sweat, what else would I do?" Dean was eager to kick the broom, but didn't want Isel to nag.

The food on the table was so beautiful, Isel's voice calling out to Dean the dishes he made.

"How long have you been cooking this?"

"Four hours, an hour of fruit cutting, an hour of chicken frying, an hour of vegetable making, and an hour ... Isel forgot to cook rice." Isel checks the rice is still in the form of water.

Dean patted the eel, he could starve to death waiting for Isel to cook. Dean's smile remained visible even though his head was about to break withholding emotions.

Dean's cell phone camera recorded Isel's cuteness preparing to eat only side dishes so they failed to eat breakfast.

"Uncle, we failed to eat." Isel Manyun's lips stared sadly.

"Other times make sure the rice is cooked, just do something else, don't be disappointed almost everyone has done it." Dean comforted the disappointed Isel.

"There was rice yesterday, Uncle wanted to eat both?"

Dean's head nodded, seeing Isel carrying only a little rice. Not wanting to disappoint letting Isel do whatever he likes.

Dean tried Isel's first dish, but it was amazing. Dean felt that he was eating Shin's cooking which worked as an experienced chef.

"How does Uncle feel?"

"Enak Sel, Uncle likes it." Dean smiled as troublemakers and troublemakers can cook too.

Isel fed Dean with one plate together, finishing off the rest of the rice.

The sound of the doorbell rang out, Dean walked towards the door seeing an unexpected guest appear.

"What's wrong?" Dean lazily opened the door looking at Brayen's face.

The door opened, Brayen came in to bring orders Isel who wanted to buy the ingredients to make the cake.

Dean's face paled because surely one room turned white Isel who played flour.

"Cell, it's a holiday ...."

"As this holiday Isel will try to make a cake." Isel chewed his food crazily.

"Cell, can we eat?"

"Maybe, but we don't have rice." Isel's hand pointed towards the place where the rice was to cook immediately.

Brayen's smile was visible, he was still faithfully waiting for the cooked rice because the aroma of Isel's cooking really redeemed his nose.

The frown on Dean's forehead multiplied, panicking if the cozy apartment he had turned into a flour apartment.

"Uncle sit down, finish the meal first." Isel feeds Dean to finish the rice.

"It feels so good." Brayen gulped.

"You want to, open your mouth, too." Isel feeds Brayen who instantly gives her two thumbs.

The punch of Dean's hand on the table shocked Isel and Brayen, Dean's sharp gaze making Brayen unable to swallow his food.

"Get it out, otherwise I'll beat it to vomit blood!" Dean hits Bian on the head with a spoon for insolent solicitation of people's wives.

Brayen's mouth chews quickly, baby if you take back very good food.

"Take no out?"

"It's over, brother." Brayen's mouth opened and his mouth was empty.

"Cute! I'm still hungry too, why feed people?" Dean shouted at Isel who was still dumbstruck.

"Why is Uncle overreacting?" Isel feeds Dean, but is immediately rejected for not wanting to eat Brayen's ex.

Isel's smile was seen, spending the rest of the rice because her husband had been sulking when he was old.

Isel stared at the ingredients to make the cake, take a deep breath to immediately execute the entire ingredient to make it a good cake.

"Stop Isel, let Uncle make it and you help." Dean wasn't ready to see the kitchen crumble back.

"Why are you calling Uncle?" Brayen felt strange because every second heard the two talk as if the nephew and Uncle, not husband and wife.

Isel's head turned towards Dean, having no answer to Brayen's question which was actually the strangeness of their relationship.

"Why are you interfering in people's household affairs? if we call Uncle what does it have to explain? call dear does not have to be called dear." Dean explains that he and Isel are used to the most convenient calls.

Dean's age is much older than Isel, since the beginning of Isel called Uncle so it is difficult to change it.

"Did Uncle's call hurt you?"

"No, brother, but it's just weird. You two are like people who don't love each other" Brayen said honestly because Dean felt so awkward.

"Isel loves Uncle so much, so much bigger than Uncle's affection. If it was not Uncle who became Isel's partner, then there was no other man. Other than the handsome Uncle, he was also rich. Isel always loved rich men." Isel's laughter sounded forcing an apron at Dean.

"Why didn't you pick Bian?" ask Brayen.

The sound of a pot was heard above Brayen's head, Dean grabbed the hair asking Brayen to vanish from his sight.

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