GET ME, BOS
OH YES MY HUSBAND
“Patrick, why do all the waiters take the red carpet?”
“There was a sudden visit from Prince Hiroshi.”
“When?”
Before Patrick answers Frayza's question, Prince Hiroshi's entourage has arrived at Hikashi's residence. Several car accompaniments came along with the group and bodyguards participated. The young man who got down from the car stepped on the red carpet justifying his tie.
“Great palace,” praise Hiroshi about Hikashi residence.
“Welcome Prince Hiroshi,” Patrick welcomes cousin Hikashi who is from Japan.
Frayza who was still standing holding her textbooks was overwhelmed by the arrival of this special guest. He was stunned because Ramon was present at his house.
“Patrick is this my sister-in-law?”
“True, Prince Hiroshi.”
“Fiuh, far away living in the UK just to marry mixed race women only.” Wiping his forehead seemed to lower Hikashi's appetite.
In Frayza's heart was already holding back her anger, if not the crown prince. Surely his textbooks floated pretty slumped. Ramon smiled slightly at Frayza's wry face that Hiroshi excommunicated.
“Give her card to my sister-in-law,” Ramon brought a small gift for Frayza.
“Thanks Prince Hiroshi.” At least Frayza can manage his emotions so as not to explode.
“Oh yes, because you are the Madam of this house. I want your handmade dinner. And all my bodyguards enjoyed it. Here I am the guest of honor, it would be great if Hikashi gave a special banquet from his wife.”
“Let me do Prince Hiroshi. Miss Frayza still has extra hours of study again.”
“Since when the noble wife studied at night. It was not that they had extraordinary abilities before marriage. Or maybe my brother chose the wrong wife, ckckckckckck. It is very unimpressive to marry an ordinary woman only and have no talent.”
“Patrick, tell the chef if tonight they can rest early. I myself will intervene in the kitchen to cook for the guest of honor; isn't that what Prince Hiroshi wants?”
“Good, huftttt travel from Japan very far. I want to soak in hot water to wait for a special dish Mrs Alexander hahaha.”
(Hissss if it wasn't for you being a descendant of the King, I would have kicked it until the wicket broke!) glanced at Hiroshi's entourage who arrived at his house.
In the kitchen the chefs provide fresh ingredients to be processed. Frayza was touched because the Chef at her home understood her intimidating condition.
“Nona, let us help prepare the container.”
“Thank you, please arrange the plates and glasses yes. For the cooking process let me handle.”
“But Prince Hiroshi's entourage is 20 people, can Miss do it?”
“Don't worry, this is a battle my husband Hikashi's good name in his cousin's eyes. You guys, rest when you're done.”
From the outside Patrick noticed Frayza who processed food alone in the kitchen. Hiroshi's bodyguards watch Frayza while cooking. This nervous and awkward feeling is what makes Frayza not concentrate.
“Ahhh,” dropped the jar filled with salt until it splashed on the kitchen floor.
“Let me just clean up,” Ramon wiped the salt spill on the floor.
“Thanks, Ramon.”
“Sama-sama Miss Alexander.”
Turns out Patrick was calling someone while mating the situation in the kitchen. Patrick did not allow the chefs to leave the kitchen. Because he was worried that his young master's wife was having trouble.
The sound of cooking utensils is as simple as an irregular rhythm. Hiroshi sat on the dining table chair while waiting for the dishes to be served. While enjoying the delicious 1865 wine. He observes Hikashi's empty wall.
“Looks like he's not so happy marrying that Village girl. Until the wedding photos alone do not have hehehehe.”
While pushing the food table Frayza took a deep breath. Hoping to be given patience and fortitude for Hiroshi's words.
“What's with your hand?” holding Frayza's fingers slashed with knives and crab claws.
“Only small wounds when cooking, please enjoy the dish.”
“Hemmbb, just this is your ability?” throwing spoons reluctantly tasting Frayza's cooking.
While turning the face of Frayza who really held back tired. He still put on a friendly face in front of Hiroshi. “Prince Hiroshi if you don't want to forgive my cooking skills. Because this is what I can present.”
“If you provide food like this do you think I'm a tourist. Hi you guys try to taste this food, it looks like gosong.”
“This is a very tender processed meat and the taste of the spice is perfect for everyone's tongue. Is this rendang?” said Ramon who still chews meat in deep brown.
“True, this is rendang meat. Not meat!”
“Please Prince Hiroshi,” thrust meatballs.
“What is this? What an egg this is is so ugly, and this scent huekkk. Ramon, eat this.”
“Slrruuppp ah, the aroma is very precise. There's a soft bone taste and flesh has in that delicious. This is a tangled meatball, right?”
“Ramon's bodyguard apparently still remembers the food sold in the store.”
“Daddy? I'm a successor to the kingdom how dare you serve street food shop. Outrageous, this is really harassment against the members of the work. Hikashi would rather marry another noblewoman more worthy than you. Cih women are not beautiful and short this is what is your special!”
“Tthank you for your assessment of me Prince Hiroshi, if you are not pleased to eat this dish. Let my house cook cook cook it. Excuse me,” Frayza took off her apron and left.
“Heh basic arrogant, just cook this way do not accept; Hi you guys, answer honestly what the cuisine is not good?”
His guard no one dared to answer him, those who were already hungry held back his saliva just resignedly silent. “Hey basic useless, you guys just eat all these foods. I've lost my appetite!”
The party began at the table then, The bodyguard who was just standing now can enjoy the dish. Ramon remembers his shop when he was in Batam. This is the mainstay menu first, it turns out Frayza managed to dismantle the secret ingredient. He smiled while enjoying rendang and meatballs. Some seafood he tasted, too, deserved Frayza's fingers hurt. Because the crab shell is so sharp. Plus the sharp shrimp tail.
In the room, Frayza vented her emotions. He threw an apron at the wall with the rest of his strength. “Hhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!” screaming in a tub of water. Patrick from the outside could only wait for his young Miss to come out. Because he still holds the phone and is connected to communication. She then locked Frayza's room from the outside, so that no one would dare to disturb her young Miss.
At midnight Hiroshi could not sleep, he rolled around from the other side to the corner side of the bed. His stomach is singing the memory of the colonial era. “Haiiiiisssh hungry!” throw pillow.
On the table was a glass of water, hoping to quench his thirst and hunger. But Hiroshi was wrong, he was getting hungry. Finally, he was looking for biscuits when he was in the kitchen. Clotch-clothes... Hiroshi's noisy voice searched for snacks in the kitchen. There is only leftover food in the refrigerator, it turns out that meatballs and gravy are cooled. He smiled to get the treasure, since the beginning he had a crush on meatballs. He heated it again, while looking for another snack. He found a rendang in the closet. He tasted a little, it turned out to taste amazingly good. “Yeah, so soft. Rice, where's rice?” Hiroshi looked for where the rice was, and he got lucky. In the rice cooker machine there is a little rice that is warmed. Hiroshi took out a pot of rice, and poured the rendang meat into it. He added vegetables as an event. His mouth was full of food that he had already spoiled. When the meatballs were finished being heated, Hiroshi tasted the fresh sauce. “There should be saos or sambal, ah there is krupuk hahaha.” Hiroshi is happy to have a treasure in the kitchen. His stomach was full, his sleep was calm. Even though the furniture in the kitchen is messy.
“Heh, only shop food like this. Good enough for my bodyguard's taste, still not good. Aaaaarrrgggghhhh!” Hiroshi closed his mouth for burping so hard. He was afraid of being caught by the residents of the house, sneaking he returned to his room.
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Frayza had bathed so many times that she turned beautiful. And there was no smell of kitchen smoke, but his efforts were in vain. She finally fell asleep soaking in the bathroom. All the perfume bath soap he poured to be able to remove the thick aroma. Slowly he felt sleepy, and clad in a towel that tied his wet hair.
By noon, the castle was still quiet. The waiter started cleaning the house. The chefs complained because the kitchen was a mess. Even though after their young Miss cooked, it was washed and cleaned. They were hinting at who did it. Patrick who heard the complaints of employees in this castle just fell silent. “Before Mr. Hikashi William arrives, do not be lazy. Quickly serve lunch menu.” No one came out this morning for breakfast.
Hiroshi, who was already happy with his full stomach, refused to wake up. He still felt very full, and continued his sleep until his hunger appeared again. While Frayza sneezed shivering cold because her stupidity fell asleep in a tub still filled with water. “Emmmbbb hueekkkk huekkkkkk!” he vomited in the wind. All because of the evilness of Hiroshi who had demeaned him. He saw the incision scar on his fingers. He had never been so scolded. As if he was a lowly human being, unworthy of a Hikashi. He looked at his pile of textbooks. Sheet by sheet he read and memorize. It was on this bed that Frayza learned foreign languages and business. Her body was covered in blankets to warm her body. Several times his head was dizzy from forcing himself to study. “She said what I am, hoaammmbbb.” Vaporize.
“Awas your head,” Hikashi's hand cupped Frayza's head.
“Heee, who is this?”
“I am a good-looking angel who descended from the sky.” Designate a helicopter that is still spinning its propeller.
“Hehehe is so handsome you are an angel, but you should know. My husband is good at swordplay, he can slash anything. Huffttt.” His eyes were closed because he was already drowsy. Hikashi smiled amusedly, while unconsciously his wife still admired him.
Hikashi's arrival was due to Patrick's report, as Hiroshi had already harassed their young Miss immorally. No one should bother his wife, because Hikashi values Frayza more than Hiroshi.
“Do I need to clear these books Sir,”
“No need, I want to move my room next door to Hiroshi.” Carrying his wife in front like a baby.
Hikashi continued to smell his wife's fragrant neck, so he enjoyed the scent of her body. It has been a long time since they were officially married. Because of the busy business of Hikashi which was delayed while in Switzerland. He decided to return from Paris early. Can't bear to hear a report from Patrick telling of his wife's suffering.
Hikashi unbuttoned Frayza's clothes from above, the white chest is so tempting a wine. It was like looking for his life there. This tingling feeling he received made him squirm seductively. Hikashi couldn't have done it while Frayza was sleeping. It is very unpleasant, he wants his wife to open her eyes immediately.
“Hoaaaahhh,”
“I don't think you'll wake up,” Hikashi bare-chested sitting next to him.
“How beautiful the hell, geez I missed my husband to this crazy hehehe.” His fingers covered his face.
“Hi why is your finger?” Hikashi found his wife's finger wrapped in bandages and plaster.
“Asss hurts, don't hold.”
“Why did you break your finger, baby? I never told you to hurt you. Don't you repeat, let the mouse Hiroshi starve. Don't feed him, I don't want your finger to hurt. I came home early to be bathed by you. And behold, if your finger is broken this is how you serve me!”
“Sayanggg,” overlays Hikashi.
“Glukkk,” swallow his saliva.
“cup cup muaachhh, I want you to protect me.” Frayza kissed Hikashi's entire face and imbibed her man passionately. Hikashi could not dwell on his passion. His blood raging up, he slammed Frayza's body down. And stripped her trousers that no longer had any wrappers.
“Akhhhh,” Frayza obtained a striking attack without warning. The short warm-up had raised the already-pounding Hikashi, finally she moaned and whimpered for pleasure. Several times he could feel the manhood of Hikashi beating him mercilessly. The hotter the game, the deeper and longer it blends together. The ears of the occupants of the next room finally heard the sound of the martial tournament of a pair of newlyweds. His sleep is disturbed and his stomach is hungry, because most eat sambal. Then it was a torturous snort. Hiroshi staggered in and out of the bathroom. In Hikashi's room running out of seeds, the other room ran out of body fluids due to diarrhea. Enough sleep, sodara-sodara. Don't forget to vote yes, muacchhh.
