Days After You's

Chapter 3 - Breakfast

Stella really isn't the woman I've been waiting for to be my wife. All about him is that he's too average and if not, he's weird. His height was average, his face was average, his clothes were average, and he was also careless. Therefore, our marriage is not as beautiful and harmonious as the property of others.

For the first two months after marriage, I avoided interacting with Stella as much as possible. We slept in a different room and I was going to work early in the morning before he woke up and came home late at night when he was asleep. If I get up late because I finished overtime the night before, I will avoid his invitation to have breakfast together because I can not bear to think about the awkwardness that will occur at the dinner table later.

'I have to leave immediately, breakfast later' is my reason to avoid it. Actually sometimes I feel bad by doing that, especially when I realize he also started trying to get up as early as possible to be able to make breakfast. If I get up at six, he'll wake up at six past five and if I get up at half-five, he'll wake up at half-five.

Stella once shocked me by standing in front of the bathroom door with her long hair still ruffled and her same messy pink pajamas.

"Oh..Morning Luiz.." he muttered then passed by without saying anything more. I need fifteen seconds to process what just happened back then.

I can't understand Stella's way of thinking. He sometimes does things beyond my mind. One time in the morning before noon, when I came back to pick up the flash containing important data left behind, he said, I found her sleeping in a bent position with her hands outstretched forward on the floor as if she was worshiping something. Although I hesitated a little, I decided to approach him.

"Stella..." Call me, "Stella.."

"Stella get up," I wiggled her shoulders softly after the call alone didn't manage to wake her up. He woke up and rubbed his eyes, but his face was already flushed red due to the blood flow that went down to the head. I was so worried that he would damage his brain if I didn't happen to have to go back and find him back then.

"Why are you sleeping here and in that position?"

"Huh? Oh, Luiz...It's nothing, I just overslept when I tried yoga," she said, then chuckled as if nothing was wrong.

How could he sleep in that position, I would never understand.

"Don't do that, it's not good for your blood flow and your brain."

"Ah? Isn't yoga good for your body and mind?" Say Stella while scratching her cheeks.

"No, I'm talking about you falling asleep in that position."

"Oh..."

I'm still trying to avoid Stella until now, but this morning she's not usually serious. When I began to reason again to leave immediately, instead of smiling and nodding in understanding like yesterday, he lowered his head and stared at the food on the table gloomily. It was not the first time but that day his face looked three times darker than it already was.

My steps stopped. My guilt-ridden dilemma continued, for a while I weighed the actions I had to take before I finally chose my conscience. I cleared my throat slowly.

"Hope.make supplies, I'll eat at the office."

Stella's gloomy expression immediately turned into joy. His body rushed to prepare while I was wearing shoes. I could faintly hear some sounds of things falling from the kitchen.

...I hope I made the right decision with this.

As a result, I arrived at the office carrying an extra bag other than the laptop bag that I often carry, which I often carry, Rio who always bought breakfast for me from the office cafeteria was already standing neatly next to the table arranged with food. I glanced at the food set on the table before putting the provisions from Stella beside him.

"I forgot to tell you, today you shouldn't have to buy breakfast," I said, pointing to the food at the table, "You're all eating."

"I sir? Everything?"

"Hm. Sit down, eat with me. You haven't had breakfast, have you?"

Rio looked at me as if a miracle had just come out of my mouth. Now I think, it felt like all this time I was too stiff as a superior. Although I always made sure to remain friendly to all employees, it seems that it is not enough to improve the relationship between me and them. Should I treat them out once in a while?

"Thank you very much sir!" Rio Seru.

How could this come from the same hand as a Stella's?

"Well, sir, your stock looks really good. Your wife must be good at cooking," Rio looked at my provisions tastefully, he naturally knew that Stella made all this. Of course, who else, if not my wife who made me stock.

I looked up briefly, then nodded towards the food in front of me, "Try it, if you want."

"Can sir? This special meal was made by your wife, can you sir?"

Rio, you're overreacting. I threw a glance at him but he was already lured with my provisions to realize it.

"Yes, try."

The most important thing about food is taste. I'm not in a hurry to speculate just from its evocative appearance, what if it feels exactly the opposite? I need a guarantee before I try.

After getting permission, Rio unhesitatingly scooped a piece of katsu from my stock. I looked at his face that transformed from enthusiasm to surprise and ended with appreciation.

"Well, this is delicious sir!" Rio closed his mouth and glared at me as if wanting to convey the entire feeling he felt from that gesture.

Seeing Rio eat is like watching a live meal show that I accidentally found Stella watching on tv. That delicious? Isn't he a little too much? I who was curious then took a spoon and began to taste to judge it myself. It couldn't have gotten that good...

Oh...

Oh.this is delicious. Rio's not lying. Without me noticing, my hands and mouth kept moving to scoop and chew on everything. Perhaps one of the factors that influenced me was that I had not eaten home food for a long time and Stella's cooking reminded me of what my mother used to make. In less than twenty minutes, the stockpile was clean with no rest.

Rio also finished his meal and returned to his desk outside my study. As I wiped my lips with a handkerchief, an idea quietly slipped through my mind:

I have to have breakfast at home occasionally to keep my intake healthy.

Hm, it's decided. However, in a contract marriage, there must be something called symbiotic mutualism. I work for a living to buy groceries, so I should also enjoy the end result, right?

A few days later.

"Luiz, for breakfast today I made a special potato menu! There's potato soup, potato sausage stir-fry and potato parchment. Sit back, I'll get it for you, "before you can react, Stella pulls my arm to sit at the dinner table. A delicious aroma appeared as soon as he lifted the pot from the stove.

At first I really only intended to have breakfast at home occasionally, but somehow every morning when Stella called at the end of the stairs, I can't take myself anymore to say the old excuse I used to avoid breakfast time. His face was always staring expectantly and sometimes I felt I had been framed by him.

I don't like Stella. Because of her, I could no longer enjoy the food outside as I could without comparing it to what she used to cook at home. He's already corrupting my senses.

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Bonus:

Rio: Good morning, Mr. Luiz! As always, you look more prosperous!

Luiz: lass:...