Marrying a Mysterious Man

Deadly Mushroom Soup

One week already, Akash and Shira are on the secret island. Although their lives really feel 180 degrees different than before, but, like this, Shira feels that Akash is much closer to her, in addition, they also spend more time together, and Akash often pamper Shira by following his wife's wishes under the pretext, cravings.

For example, like this morning, when Tessa and Kalala were busy preparing breakfast with a simple menu of pastel cheese and also macaroni pasta barbaqur, Shira instead asked for mushroom soup, and he wants Akash to make it.

Akash is actually very anti don't even know about cooking. And only this time his wife gave him a challenge that made him have to think harder.

“Shira, let me make it, pity your husband, he ‘kan can not cook,” said Kalala persuaded.

“No, I want mushroom soup made by my husband, besides mushroom soup will be instant, stay he cook and mix a little spice, must be kok,” he replied to Kalala.

Kalala glanced at Tessa who was busy stirring the pasta sauce on top of the pot. The middle-aged woman, nodding gave a code to Kalala for her to let Shira do her wish.

Kalala grunted softly. “Ya already, then me and Mrs Tessa breakfast first yes,” said Kalala.

Shira nodded aloud, asserting.

Not long after, Akash came out of the bathroom. He looked towards Shira and Kalala who were sitting near the bar table.

“What are you doing? Why not have breakfast?” tanya Akash looked at them in confusion.

Kalala was silent, while Shira had already developed her wide smile, displaying a neat and white row of her teeth.

Akash looked at her doubtfully. He knew, if the smile was already painted on his wife's face, it was made sure that his wife was wanting something.

“What?” ask Akash.

Shira immediately struggled spoiled on her husband's arm.

“Emh, Honey, can you make me mushroom soup?” pinta Shira with spoiled.

“Soup mushrooms?” Akash frowned, feeling confused. “But I ‘kan can't cook.”

Shira immediately flicked her lips in annoyance. “Ah... do not refuse, anyways make mushroom soup is easy, you certainly can, dear .... yes, make it yes ...” Her ink put on a spoiled and adorable face.

Akash threw his breath away. “Ya already, but you also tell me how yes,” said Akash. Shira nodded excitedly.

“Yeay! Tuh ‘kan, what do I say too, my husband will certainly obey my wishes,” Shira told Kalala, who had previously banned him.

Kalala nodded bete. “Yes yes, it's up to Mrs Shira only,” she replied shaking her head.

“Ya already, then Mom and Kalala breakfast first yes,” say goodbye Tessa once he has finished making his pasta sauce.

Shira and Akash nodded allowing.

“Tuh, ‘kan, Madam, the more days Shira request the stranger,” said Kalala.

“Yes her name is also pregnant. As long as the request can still be obeyed and does not harm, it is okay. Later also if you are married and pregnant will definitely be a strange cravings, Kal,” said Tessa as soon as they both sit her body on the dining table chair.

“Yes but, Madam yesterday, Mr. Akash's time at the barbie kayak dress, where his hair is picketed two more,” said Kalala, considering Shira's request yesterday to dress her husband in barbie style, but instead of barbie style that looks even more like a sissy.

Even on the previous day, Shira had also played Akash nail coloring with pink, purple, yellow and green. Her husband's fingers were like a children's garden, full of striking colors and lit.

“Iya nothing, anyways it could be entertainment for him, bair Shira not stress.”

“Oh yes, if the Madam used to have no weird cravings?” ask Kalala suddenly.

Tessa who was chewing her macaroni pasta she thought for a moment, while smiling a little to remember the events of the past.

“Ear, and it was really the most embarrassing moment,” Tessa chuckled and took a drink of water and sipped it.

“What is it?”

“I once told my husband to dress up as a circus clown, and when my husband finished wearing all his equipment, suddenly my mother and father came with other relatives, he said, because it was my birthday. And everyone who saw the appearance of my husband they laughed, because they had only seen the clown with the face of the sangar,” Tessa replied while laughing as if tickled.

When she was in the shadows, she laughed, too, because Kalala felt how funny Mr. Baker would be if Mr. Baker who had the face of the rogue was dressed like a clown with a red-patterned nose blush on white cheeks, and a distended stomach like a pregnant woman, moreover, Mr. Baker's skin tone is quite dark, not to mention his very high posture.

Now the two women were laughing together, imagining the funny face of Mr. Baker.

“Later if you are pregnant, do not crave strange, pity Edwin, he is almost the same as my husband, the person is stiff and does not know how to be funny,” said Tessa.

“Hehe, yes, Madam,” replied Kalala who suddenly made herself imagine what if she had married Edwin later. Even if she was smiling herself, she was ashamed to imagine it.

Meanwhile, Akash and Shira, who have been busy making soup in the kitchen, seem to fight occasionally, because Akash really knows nothing about kitchen furniture. He told Shira to take the pot and take the pan. He was told to take a shoe, even take a fried clamp. Even when Shira told him to pour pepper, Akash poured coriander powder instead. I don't know what the taste will be, the mushroom soup made by her husband.

“Tara .... done too, fyuh!” Akash kept a bowl of mushroom soup near the stove. Then he removed the apron that was stuck on his body.

“Yeay .. thanks, my dear, come, we eat in front there, same Mother Kalala,” take her. Akash nodded, then kept the bowl of mushroom soup on a tray and took it to the dining room.

They also sat there next to each other. Mushroom soup is quite a lot and thick it still reflects hot steam that evaporates into the air, the aroma of the soup is really so appetizing. It looks like it will be very delicious even though there were some mistakes when Akash poured seasoning into the soup.

“Wait cold first, honey, don't blow like that, not good,” said Akash, as Shira scooped up the mushroom soup while blowing it with her mouth.

“Nih.” Kalala thrusts a portable fan, which is the size of a fist.

And in the sense that it was a little warm, he immediately devoured it. And hap, on the first bribe, Shira's two eyes instantly widened. While Akash is waiting for Shira to swallow him, hoping that his wife will like his cooking.

“Where?” ask Akash, cengo.

Shira. Then his thumb turned upwards. And as he swallowed, Shira immediately made a sound. “Truly delicious!” the screech was so happy, it instantly devoured him again.

Akash was a little surprised, but he was happy to see his wife so greedily eating his homemade cooking.

“Really? What's that good?” ask Akash.

Shira nodded vigorously, with her mouth filled with soup.

“Iya, you have to try it, Darling.” Shira scoops a spoonful of mushroom soup into Akash's mouth.

However, when Akash swallowed it, suddenly both of Akash's eyes immediately water, it seemed once a flickering glint of genangannya.

“Whatever, my tongue even became numb due to this salty soup,” inner Akash. Take a drink of water and gulp it.

“Enak ‘kan?” ask Shira.

Akash just nodded while smiling forcefully. “Iya, yummy,” she replied, “In your opinion,” she continued quietly inaudible.

“Come, Dear again.” Shira thrusts a spoonful of the soup into Akash's mouth.

“No, Honey, you just eat everything. I ‘kan earlier already tried,” reject it subtly.

Tessa and Kalala who understand the repulsion of Akash, they just copy a smile while looking at each other.

“Haha, surely that soup tastes weird,” Inner Kalala.

“Iya is nothing, darling, we will make both, so the end must also be both,” he said, immediately making both eyes of Akash shocked.

"Wow, this is bad, if I eat it again, I may be poisoned by my own cooking" he murmured inwardly, so puzzled.

However, suddenly a glimpse of the idea flashed in his mind. “Ah, yes I forgot to turn off the stove. You continue to eat it yes, dear, I want to go to the kitchen first,” he said immediately fled to the kitchen.

A spoonful of that mushroom soup, he finally devoured himself. “Turn off stove? Wasn't it?” he mumbled asking himself.

Then, Shira glanced at Tessa and Kalala who were giggling quietly beside her.

“Oh yes, Mom, Kal, you guys want to try soup made by Akash?” bargain with them.

Kalala and Tessa who were giggling were instantly silent, looking at each other, then refusing compactly.

“No need,” say they simultaneously.

“Loh why? It's delicious loh.”

“Mother is full,” said Tessa smiled stiffly.

“I-iya, Shir, I am also full,” timpal Kalala.

“Sendok aja, let you know, if my husband is good at cooking, come on, this you have to try anyway,” he said forcefully.

Kalala who was close to Shira, eventually she became a victim of the soup experiment. And as soon as the soup entered her mouth, Kalala immediately moved her body reflexively like a hot worm, with her eyes closed and as strong as possible she had to swallow it.

“Why are you, Kal?”

Kalala opened her slightly watery eyes as a result of enduring the salty taste that completely numbed her tongue. “It's okay, a-I want to pee,” he said directly running to the back garden where the toilet is.

And as Shira glanced at Tessa, the middle-aged woman immediately coughed, she pretended to cough so as not to eat that definitely unpleasant soup.

“Bu, Mother why?” shira asked, worried.

“It's okay, Mom's throat is itching, Mom has to go to the room to take medicine,” Tessa replied reasoned. Still huffing, and then hurrying to go to his room.

“Huft fortunately, I did not run out of ideas,” Tessa said as soon as she closed her bedroom door.

While Shira is now sitting alone at the dinner table, still fun to eat salty mushroom soup made by her beloved husband.

“Emm. Sometimes, I would ask my husband to make other food ah,” he said when he finished finishing one bowl of salted mushroom soup.

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Seriate....