Forced Married High School

78 DMS

Al threw himself beside his wife, he tried to change Icha's position to face him, several times trying finally he could do it. Al hugged his wife's body which was still swollen from crying.

"I'm sorry, baby" he said, then he kissed every inch of his wife's face without being missed. "Well, don't sulk anymore, I'm really sorry," women will usually melt if treated with sweetness.

Icha nodded, she could not bear to see her husband continue to apologize. He also ended up suffering from Al's treatment.

Al smiled, but Icha forgave him. "Now we're out looking for something you want, okay," said Al softly, this time he will comply with his wife's request.

Icha hugged her husband's body tightly, "I want fried rice but you make it, then eat it bribed," she said spoiled like a toddler.

Al scrunched his forehead into folds. Though Icha wanted to eat seblak, why now it is fried rice? But Al did not want to ask that, fearing that his wife sulked again, this time he would comply with his wife's request.

"Dear, baby, I made fried rice, but if it doesn't taste good, I never did," Al seemed hesitant, because he never made fried rice.

"Dear, baby, but don't use garlic, I don't like it, it smells nauseous," Icha has found out what makes him nauseous in the kitchen, namely garlic, the smell of garlic that is usually liked by many people he actually does not like when pregnant.

"Say the same Aunt too, if you cook do not wear it, throw away the garlic that is still in the kitchen, I do not like it," he said spoiledly.

"Dear, I'll tell Bibik. Now you want to go to the kitchen, what are you waiting for?" Al offers Icha, he hopes Icha waits in the room, because he wants to ask for help from his assistant.

"Here you are, but you have to cook yourself, do not ask for Bibik's help, I lash out again if you ask Bibik's help," as if knowing with the thought of her husband, Icha also threatened like that.

"Dear, baby, I go down first yes, later if I have to come here," Al better give up, than the business will grow longer.

Get out of bed, walk out of the room, he will try to cook fried rice for the first time, usually if he cooks only instant noodles.

"Actually I don't want to eat fried rice, but want to see what kind of effort he had when I asked for it" muttered Icha after Al's departure. He deliberately told Al to make fried rice, even though he was not wanting to eat it, which he wanted a soupy, hot and spicy food. Remembering Al's words earlier he undoes his intentions, because he also realized all day not to eat rice in the slightest.

Icha grabbed her phone, she surfed online while waiting for her husband to cook the food he asked for.

While Al in the kitchen looked confused, he had to do what first. He was also a little confused, what ingredients for fried rice? Want to ask for help his assistant he was afraid Icha crank again, considering he had warned.

"What would you do? Let Auntie help," the maid's offer made Al turn to the source of the voice, he smiled.

"What ingredients do fried rice make? Auntie told me, let me cook myself, okay," Al multimatum, she knew the maid would definitely force her to help her.

"But Mas,"

"Have Bibik shut up there, look at me, later if I'm wrong cut or wrong seasoning Bibik true love,"

The maid complied, she did not ask why Al cooked himself. Then the maid told the material and the roof anything.

"Eh Bik, for the next few days please if you cook do not use garlic yes, especially my food is the same Icha, and garlic in the kitchen please be removed," Al said, after the maid said the word garlic on the list of spices she told him.

"Well Mas," the maid must have known the reason, because she saw Icha yesterday feeling nauseous while in the kitchen.

Al started concocting all the ingredients that had been told by his assistant, then made a spice that had also been told earlier. With great difficulty Al still trying to make fried rice for his beloved wife.

The kitchen looks messy, Al put the stuff he has been wearing in the middle of the place, even the trash he produces is scattered on the floor.

"Bik, why are you here?" icha's voice shocked both people, his employer and his assistant.

"Liat Mas Al cook fried rice, want Bibik help you can not at all," he replied honestly.

"Didn't the Bible help?" Icha is not so sure.

"Truly Non, even Bibik told me to be a foreman, bibik yaudah follow the will of Mas Al," answered honestly, Icha could see from his stern speech without a hint of doubt.

"Good, I told Bik, '" Icha said, then he moved closer to Al.

"It should be good, if I don't want to eat, want to snack again," Icha threatened like earlier, he was actually just kidding.

"Hopefully this is delicious, baby, I've been trying. This is also my first meal" said Al , smiling and looking briefly at his wife.

"Sip, I'll wait there yeah, I'm a laper," just like her boss, she'll just tell her husband.

Al smiled and nodded, he resumed his cooking show.

A few moments passed, the fried rice was finished. Al brought a plate of fried rice in front of his wife, he was sure it tasted good when he had tasted, but somehow he was even afraid if Icha said the cuisine was not good. Currently he is like dealing with a cooking competition jury that like in tivi-tivi, looks scary when assessing the cuisine of the contest.

"Honey, you look more presentable with such an appearance," Icha scoffed.

What the fuck, even his appearance in the comments is not the result of his cooking, Inner Al.

Al saw himself as ordinary looking, only he was wearing an apron that he had never worn before, "Didn't I always look handsome?" Al raises his eyebrows, pede once he.

"Yes, my husband is always handsome at all times" Icha boasts of his good looks.

"Let's bribe me, he said earlier to nyuapin, I've been impatient to want to nyicipin your cooking," added Icha, he did not want to form a spoon that has stayed accompanied by fried rice.

Al scoops the rice with a little gerogi, he really seems to be dealing with a cooking jury. He feeds a spoon into Icha's mouth, beware of what Icha will do after this.

Icha deliberately chews slowly, she is like researching each chew, like a judge in a cooking competition. Nodding when it feels right, and shaking faintly when it feels like something is lacking.

"Dear son, I want it again" finally relieved Al, because his wife liked his first meal.

Al painstakingly fed Icha alternately with himself, indeed the cuisine tasted good according to him as well. They enjoy a fried rice dinner just a plate of both.

"Tomorrow again my dear one," pinta Icha.

Al can not answer anything because if Icha answer it will be angry.

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