Emily's soul mate

WHO IS JEALOUS?

Galen had already arrived home, having finished his business with a client.

Just opening the front door, the smell of yellow seasoning chicken soto immediately leaked out and pierced Galen's sense of smell.

Who's cooking?

Emily's?

Or maybe Papi Bian?

Galen headed straight for the kitchen, when the man found Emily cooking with Papi Bian, and they both looked familiar.

Nah!

Very familiar.

Or maybe familiar?

Obviously Galen did not like this scene, because it should have taught Emily to cook it herself and not Papi Bian.

Why didn't Papi just teach Mommy or Ghea?

Fuck up!

"Geek!" Galen cleared his throat and immediately made Emily and Papi Bian turn to him.

"Hi, Honey! Already home?" Say hello to Emily while smiling sweetly towards Galen.

While Papi Bian only turned a glance at the son before returning to struggling with the ingredients in front of him.

"What's it like?" Galen asked Emily a little.

"Chicken photo. Taught with Papi. Cobain, yang!" Emily took a spoon to take a little soto sauce and asked Galen to taste it.

The face of Galen's wife looks bright. It seems very happy to be taught to cook by Papi Bian.

"Enak, right?" Emily asked again for a comment from Galen.

"Yes, delicious. Though I can also teach you if only cooking soto like this," Galen replied still ketus.

"Can make you cry" said Papi Bian, who seemed to be quipping Galen.

Ck!

Galen clucked.

"You go on as Papi's lead was, yeah, Em! Fry the potatoes until they dry!" Papi Bian's message repeated once again what Emily needed to do.

"Ready, Papi! Emily knows, I know!" Emily replied while smiling.

"Bapi wants to take a shower, and then to the cafe," said Papi Bian as he shot his apron, then put it on Galen's shoulder.

"Just accompany Emily and don't make any comments!" Papi Bian pointed towards Galen.

"And don't disturb him with cooking. Because if something fails, it means the suspect" Bian's papi pointed towards Galen's chest.

"Cochen Galen? The one that cooked Emily and Papi. Bad turn, turn Galen! You're weird!" Galen grumbled at Papi Bian who had already passed out of the kitchen.

Galen approached Emily who was frying potatoes.

"Ouch!" Emily screeched grimacingly as her hands were not splashed with hot oil from the pan.

"Be careful, honey! You're so careless, anyway!" Not pulling Emily's tanga and quickly put it under the faucet and drained cold water on Emily's hand that was splashed with hot oil.

"The potatoes! Later on, crushed my soto," Emily pointed to the stove and Galen immediately replaced Emily frying potatoes, all knowing temoe and parchment that will be a complete soto this afternoon.

"When is this water like this, dear?" Emily Mearsa didn't understand.

"Until it doesn't feel hot anymore! Let's not bubble!" Galen answered a little to Emily.

Soon Emily turned off the water faucet because her hand was fine. The woman approached Galen who was lifting the tempe from the frying pan.

"Instant years!" Galen's word to Emily.

Immediately Emily put the peppered tofu and a loud sound like an explosion immediately made Emily jump backwards.

Galen's hands looked very dexterous, making Emily feel envious.

"I'm doing the dishes!" Emily muttered that she chose to wash the dishes and used cookware earlier and let Galen dwell in front of the stove, finishing the ingredients for the chicken soto complement.

"Who did you meet?" Ask Emily feels pockmarked.

Galen and Emily are turning their backs on each other right now. Galen was struggling with the stove, and Emily was struggling with a dirty container and a water faucet.

"Client. I told you," Galen replied, turning the tofu on the frying pan, and examining the soto sauce beside the frying pan.

"Continent?" Guess Emily whose lips have been pouting.

"No! The client's a guy, really!" Galen quickly denied Emily's accusation.

"So, why bring Intan? Intan has not paid for his work in our company" Galen continued to explain to Emily.

"People are just nanya, really! And make sure!" Emily is diplomatic.

"Say you're jealous!" Galen mentowel Emily's ass behind her.

"Room!" Emily's strangling splashed water towards Galen.

"Yes! Don't be slovenly, deh!" Galen grousers who immediately dried his hands were exposed to the dishwasher water splashed by Emily.

"You started too!" Emily instead rubbed water on Galen's face.

"Emmy!" Galen Gertak.

The man grabbed the tissue quickly and wiped the water on his face. While Emily continued to wash dishes without a sinful look.

Galen who has finished frying complementary ingredients for soto immediately turn off the stove. Along with Emily who also finished washing cooking utensils.

"Rubber!" Emily complained while wiping the sweat on her forehead e0denagn the back of the hand.

"Ck! Wearing a tissue why, um, Em!" Galen grabbed a tissue and immediately wiped the sweat on the back of Emily's hand and on his wife's forehead.

"And I told you, if you clean something, get used to using a tissue!" Galen's advice again immediately made Emily scowl.

"Yes, yes! Basic OCD!" Emily's lips on Galen.

"It's ripe, Em?" Mom Mia's question, which had just entered the kitchen, interrupted Galen and Emily's argument.

"Already, Mom. Stay at the table" replied Emily, scratching her head.

"Eh! Stop scratching your head!" Galen jerked Emily's hand quickly.

Emily even scratched Galen's head with her hand now.

"What, anyway!" Galen glanced at Emily.

"Nothing! You're handsome when you're craving!" Emily whispered a little.

"Basic!" Galen pokes Emily's nose in a frenzy and steps out of the kitchen.

While Emily immediately helped Mom Mia bring food to the dining table and arranged it neatly.

"Emily can go to Mother's house later in the afternoon, Mom?" Emily asked him for permission.

"Can! I miss Mommy, huh?" Mom Mia replied with a smile.

Emily just smiled and grimaced a little.

Lunch is ready, and all the Biantara family has gathered at the dining table to enjoy lunch with a soto made by Emily and Papi Bian that does not taste bland this time.

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