Me And Wedding

Yery Cuisine

Is this man really my soul mate that God sent me. He is my spine and I am his ribs. Who her? I only knew him a few hours ago. I want to know his nature and how the life he lived. Whether she loves me or just wants to please her parents by accepting this matchmaking. Then what about how I feel, whether I will be happy with her or will be made just as a wife for her status and will even be tortured.

A million questions are piled into my mind. I don't know and I'll never know what answer I got. Only time will answer. And my job just goes with the flow as life goes on.

After I saw him sleeping in his sleep. I couldn't have kicked him out. But on the other hand, there is also a fear of slander, if there is a woman and a houseman.

I decided to call my sister and ask her to come home. At least I won't be at home with a man who isn't my mahram.

"Hello sister zuna. Sis cepet home now." Tell me to Brother Zuna.

"Lo why the deck, not at home there is already your future husband" said brother Zuna casually.

"So my sister knows too. Anyway if brother doesn't come home now. I'll finish brother." Threatened him.

"It's not even good, you're married to the prospective husband." Brother Zuna is still in her casual tone.

"Prospective husband only. Who the hell is he brother? Know that no. Big brother would let this beautiful sister if later in anything?" I was getting angry at my brother.

"I'm sorry, my sister. My brother is out of town. And if later in anything nice stay married. She's your future husband, too." said Kak Zuna lightly.

"Whatever." I said, ending the conversation.

Not getting a solution, Brother Zuna even pisses me off.

I decided to go to the room without caring about this man. I closed all the gates and the main door. Afraid that another madman might admit my future husband is coming in.

I closed my bedroom door rudely and immediately I locked it. Who would have thought that the man who slept on the living room sofa had even entered my room.

***

The sunlight began to enter the window of my room. And the sound of vehicles passing by disturbed my deep sleep. I woke up because the morning had welcomed me. I saw the wall clock showing at half 7. Because today is Saturday. I don't teach, but it's Saturday and Sunday off. Another term Full Day is applied in the school where I teach.

Immediately I rushed to take a shower and changed into casual clothes at home. When I finished, I planned to cook for breakfast. Forced because no one was home but me. I step foot out of my bedroom. Just a few steps from the door I smelled the aroma of cooking.

"Who is cooking. Is my waiter home?" My inner.

I went down the stairs to the kitchen. I did not expect there was already a handsome man, slim and wearing an apron was serving his cooking on a plate.

I've forgotten someone. Yery. The man who came yesterday claimed to be my future husband and slept at home without my permission.

"Lo's cooking?" Ask pleasantries.

"Have known it." In short.

I swear I want to destroy it now. He can't do a little bit of pleasantries just yet.

"What cook is it?" I'm still wondering. I know what he cooks. Intentionally, to talk to her more.

"Fried rice. Eat, if not whatever." He said as he took off his apron and sat in my front seat.

"Gue ate but not because he wanted to, but wanted to appreciate you cooking." I took the plate and put it in front of me.

I put a spoon in my mouth. Tasty, that's my opinion but wait this isn't spicy at all.

"Lo don't love chili, it's less spicy. And you should know I like spicy food. "my criticism.

"It's morning. And you want to take your own life. By eating spicy you think it's healthy." Getting angry.

"Issh.." I'm pissed.

No more conversations between us. Only the sound of the spoon rubbing against the plate filled the silence in this dining room.

After finishing eating. I don't want to owe him anything. Dirty dishes immediately I wash.

I saw Yery rush to the guest bedroom. So last night he slept there. I don't give a shit about it. Because it's none of my business. If anything is missing, it's my parents' and Zuna's business. Who let this foreign man stay at home.

Because today I am relaxing at home, I am looking for my own busyness. By cleaning the backyard, sweeping and mopping the floor do not forget to also cook for lunch later.

I do it all because I am happy, after all it is my duty as a woman even though sometimes my servants do it all. Because I have no time but Saturday and Sunday.

At 10:00 I swept downstairs, because the top floor was already broommed. After arriving at the guest bedroom door. I refused to enter. Not that there's anyone in it.

But it's not fair that I'm all cleaned, while this room is not. I dare knock on that door.

I haven't been able to knock, the door is open. Yery appeared from the room.

"You what?" Cold asked.

"Emmb. want to clean this room. You see I'm bringing a broom." I show you the broom I'm holding.

"The clean." He said it was cold and left the room.

Damn she thinks I'm her servant. It's as if staying at my house without helping me clean this house. Yes, he was cooking but only cooking. While I cleaned the entire house and yard.

I let him do what he wanted. Whatever. That's not my life. I continue to clean this room.

This job takes up 3 hours of my time. I saw it was already 12. I sat on the living room couch for a while to rest. At least 30 minutes can make me feel tired.

I forgot that I was not cooking.

"Lunch is ready." Yery said suddenly.

"What's? She's cooking for me again." Mumbles.