I Hate My Bodyguard's

Episode Eight

Chelsea sat helplessly staring at Mark's behavior this time like not the Mark he knew, the man looked fragile even his attitude was sweet thought, he thought, for a long time Chelsea let Mark press gently on his chest....

"Weight....And I'm hungry" said Chelsea, "What do you want to say?" while this time venturing into holding her husband's cheek, actually Chelsea still feel uncomfortable however she can not accept the closeness that today Mark often offers to her.

Her husband stood up, "You should start learning how to cook! if you still want to stay here" he replied firmly. Chelsea again gawk at Mark's attitude that returned annoying, but Mark thought it was time to educate Chelsea who could not this, bother also thought Mark, "I'm sorry, this will make you independent." He murmured in his heart again, seeing his wife showing a frustrated face again.

"I cook! crazy huh?!" Komplen Chelsea but again Mark put on a serious face, "Arrgh he did not play games" complained Chelsea in his heart, Chelseapun back down he understood very well that the look on Mark's face was so meaningful it must be obeyed, "Learn from who?" he continued, "Googling dong! don't just study XXX movies" Mark replied casually.

Plaque.....! Chelsea slapped her husband hard, Mark's words offended her, her husband insulted what he used to do with his friends if it happened to be a gathering at school, but at first glance there was blood melting from the corner of the man's lips, "Upss!" Chelsea screamed herself in shock as her regret turned to regret, reaching for the face with the intention of rubbing it, but Mark brushed off his arm, wiping it himself while glaring towards the kitchen.

She follows him while Dag...Digs...Dug, "Sorry..." He said softly, Markpun stopped his steps like being struck by lightning, as long as he knew the girl only the first time he heard Chelsea apologizing, there was a feeling of relief in his heart.

"My cellphone will not be carried away, where it can googling" continued Chelsea again, Markpun turned to realize that Chelsea did not bring anything from his home, "Tomorrow I buy" replied Mark flat, replied, he kept trying to cool so that Chelsea still feel sorry, "I have to start hard on him" he thought again.

Mark thrust two Instant Noodles two eggs as a start for Chelsea to learn to cook, Chelsea just gawk, "Easy cooking first, boil water to boil here, continue to prepare a heat fryer, so that, fill the oil a little, when the oil is hot enough to break the eggs fried, do not forget the love of salt and pepper on it and lift, do not forget to pay attention to the water if it is boiling pour into the cup, sprinkle the spice served, and, ease it?" Chelsea shook his head, Mark again showed his serious face, "Help first" replied Chelsea nervously, duh I have to rush to run away thought Chelsea, "I can be his slave for a long time" murmured unconsciously, Mark shook his head ignoring what he heard, casually the man pulled up the dining table chair and sat there waiting, again Chelsea looked at him with an annoyed face, yet she was completely helpless other than obeying her husband's will.

Mark occasionally threw his face to laugh at the behavior of his wife who was confused by the water, looking at the frying pan, "Prek!" the first eggs are crushed on the stove, the eggshells are fried in the pan, "Haduuuh!!!" Chelseeked as she looked at her husband who was casually reading the newspaper, irritated at how it felt, "Down and make again, the egg broke a little at the end of the pan open with both fingers slowly," mark said as if not care to keep reading the newspaper, Chelsea held back his sense of regret "Awas aja later" he thought furious.

"Aww!!!" Screaming Chelsea hot oil raging around, Mark refrained from helping him, Chelsea began berkungfu against fried eggs, Chelsea was seen away from the pan avoiding the oil so that the eggs are burnt, and the, it again made him upset but now he is adept at throwing away, Mark again laughed amusedly from behind his newspaper.

One hour alone is enough to make Chelsea managed to serve eggs ceploknya complete with two cups of instant noodles served at the table, "Please Mr" said Chelsea with a cynical tone, Chelsea said, Mark just turned his head casually while smiling with a satisfied look at his wife in sweat, Chelsea continued to sit with a frown, "Keseeeeeel!!!!!!" The pecker is in the heart. Mark grabbed his wife's hand looking back at him with a proud look, Chelsea seemed stunned at first glance Miranda always said "Bodyguardmu handsome, tukeran yuk" Chelsea remembered the phrase Miranda his best friend, "Duuuuuh! thankfully not a tuckeran!" muttered. "What trials?" mark said, "Heh?...Tukeran saucepan!" chelsea answered nervously. Mark kept looking at him warm, Chelsever more groggy, crazy must find a way to move his mind, "Where else, baby?" mark asked he knew his wife was groggy, "Take Elu!" In response, Chelsea offered Mark a glass of water and one for him, "Good attention, thank you" again Mark teased his wife, "I don't like cooking, don't like this house, don't like this, don't like you!" the girl continued, "Good! let's eat" Mark folded his newspaper and began to appear to be praying.

Meanwhile, "Huek!!! Salty kog?" Chelsea mendelik, making her own homemade, "This tukeran is salty!" Pinta Chelsea saw Mark looking cool eating his food, Mark shook his head pulling his plate a sign of disapproval if exchanged, Chelsea sulked finally he was caving in, Chelsea smiled triumphantly, "Eat a salty tuh!" he said again looking at Mark cynically, he also started scooping his food, "Huek!!!" Chelsea mopped him back, had her husband turned out to be saltier again he thought, how could, Mark casually devoured it, what was his salty taste he thought, even though he was bowed there was shame in his head, "I do like salty-salty, especially my own wife who makes it," he replied while ngakak.

Chelsea ran to the room crying again, tossed her body into the mattress while hugging a pillow, for the first time in her life Chelsea felt useless, why cook fried eggs aja her inner hard, "Daddy, he said, Chelsea want to go home!" while continuing to sob hoping for a miracle someone took him out of it, or someone could comfort him like Bi Inah, "Bibiiiiiii" cried Chelsea again softly, no help there, no help there, he did not come to memorize his thoughts about Mark, "I'm still laper" he lamented again, but he was reluctant if he had to cook again it could be crazy better hungry than cooking he thought.

While Mark is still trying to finish his wife's meals, then he cooks omelets sprinkled with mushrooms and cheese, fries sausages and Frenchfries Chelsea's favorite snacks, poured a glass of milk and and and a glass of orange juice, put it on the table.

Mark went to his wife in the room he knew was upset, and then the boy in 6 months would be free of duty, just because 6 rounds so stuck for life like this, "Still report, get out" mark said to his wife, Chelsea turned her head immediately sparkling while wiping her tears, "Ahk! Good thing your body shape and beautiful face treat everything! Draw was," he thought as he continued to observe his excited little wife getting up from hearing the meal.

Mark actually wanted to hug again, "But I could have kicked him later." inwardly again, he finally undoes his intention to go near him in the mattress. "If you have become a wife, do not cry a little" he said again, Chelsea pout back, is it true that the wife is not a woman, do not really understand this person, said Chelsea in his heart. "Surge! Narrow!" hardiknya, while bumping Mark at the door, Mark massaged his forehead while following back sitting at the dining table accompanying his wife who was greedy.

"That's all cooking, I'm doing the other one" as he chews, Chelsea bids, "Hmm..can!" Mark replied with a mischievous smile, "In fact, the wife should be everything, the kitchen, the well, the mattress, the husband looking for money" continued Mark, Chelsea stopped eating while glaring disapprovingly, "Kog, the wife is a lot!...Where do you find money? people have been fired, is it easy to find a job as big as my Daddy's salary?" chelsea replied cynically, "I'm S2, find work easy, so the bodyguard again is fine!" Mark replied casually, "Heh! Yeah and you're gonna fuck your control boy back? Hiiii! IT'S DISGUSTING!" Chelsea screeched as she threw her napkin in Mark's face, and the man laughed, "Yes, if raped again where no Hahaha...." Mark really not satisfied this time, Chelsea silent a thousand languages.

Then Chelsea stood up to go to bed but Mark held her back, "Wash the glass dish first" Mark reminded, Chelsea according to him despite a heavy heart for life he just this time washing dishes let alone a black skilful pan he thought, but there is no choice he is currently hitchhiking he thought.

Prang's!....Prang's!....Prangs! The uproar came again, after all the clean and tidy, Chelsea passed leaving Mark who kept smiling at him, "Happy break My wife" the man said, Chelsea did not answer the slamming of the bedroom door and locked it, "I surrender God" he said softly while laying on the bed, however he was educated to believe that marriage once in a lifetime.

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