My Beloved Arana's

Chapter 23: Kitchen Mission

Arana woke up slowly. He blinked, adjusting his blurry vision. After a second later, his body froze when he saw the chest of the coated field of black nightgown plastered in front of him. The six-pack abdominal muscles peeked slightly behind the slightly exposed sleeping pajamas. Arana's face turned red instantly, she opened her lips and breathed out like a fluttering fish on the ground.

"imm? Are you awake?" The hoarse voice teased Arana's hearing. The girl coughed awkwardly. "You're awake too? Did you sleep well?"

Alva rolled up a smile, looking down to give a kiss on Arana's cheek. "I hugged my beloved wife, of course I slept well."

Arana's face was completely flushed to the base of her neck. Really, was he able to endure the immense embarrassment of this kind of skinship?!

Arana smiled at the end. Since her conversation with Alva last night, she has learned a lot about the man and his life. Although not able to dig all the information, but only for household reasons, the information provided by Alva is more than enough. At least, from that conversation, he was not so awkward with Alva in his inner self. Of course if it wasn't this kind of skinship. "really?"

Alva nodded her head confirming. He pulled Arana back into his arms and sighed in satisfaction. "I really slept well tonight. Thank you, dear."

Arana giggles amusedly. "Sure, my dear."

"But you have to let me go first. I have to clean myself up. You too, you stink." Arana said half-jokingly as she closed her nose and closed her eyes.

Alva looked at him in disbelief and pulled him closer. "You said I stink? That's not acceptable. You must accept punishment."

Alva moved up, supporting Arana below him. Both of his hands were guerrilla around Arana's waist and tickled her. The girl looked at Alva with a small grin. Oh, Arana never felt the pangs when tickled in the abdomen. It's the only thing that makes Amber and Lily jealous of him because they can't make him careless. As for Amber, if one were to touch her waist alone, she could laugh out loud.

Arana pulls Alva and turns things around. He sat on top of Alva and used both hands to tickle the Alva waist area. The young man laughed with foresight, while Alva laughed with satisfaction at turning things around.

"Haha! Stop it, it's ticklish, baby! Stop it!" Alva howled curiously, while Arana grinned in satisfaction.

In some time, the room contained only the sound of laughter from two human beings who were having fun.

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Arana was in the kitchen when she watched the stairs several times, making sure Alva had not appeared. He's on a mission to mess up the kitchen. As someone who has never touched the kitchen——Alana means, Arana should try to make the situation look normal for her who has never cooked. He had made an unordered pot, and the rest of the ingredients around the taranan. She also makes eggs a little——just a little, charred, and her sausage ripeness.

It would actually look more natural if her finger was injured, as if she was not good at using a knife, but Arana did not want to hurt herself, so she preferred the alternative.

Making a slightly salty fried rice wouldn't get someone killed, would it?

While living in Melbourne with her grandmother, Arana has learned a lot. Even in the kitchen, Arana is good at processing food to be a good dish. After she lives alone, when Amber and Lily come to play, they always eat at her house and praise her cooking is the best. Maybe in a few weeks, he can make a normal meal for Alva, because he has practiced cooking very well and strictly.

Oh, Arana also does not want to eat foods that are salty or lacking in taste every day!

"Darling? What are you doing?" Alva's voice made Arana turn her head, with a plate of fried rice with sausage and eggs in her hand, she greeted Alva with a smile. "I'm preparing breakfast!"

He put the plate on the table. "Um, this is my first time cooking. So I'm not so sure about the taste. But, but I followed the tips correctly, really."

Alva glanced at the kitchen and put on an expression that almost made Arana look up. She always had that face if she found Amber in her kitchen, trying to cook. Oh, it turns out the reason why Amber never felt guilty for being able to see that pleasing expression. Haha!

Feeling stared at by Arana, Alva calmed her expression and put on a smile after keeping her gaze away from her ruined kitchen. The young man sat himself on the bench in front of the fried rice plate and smiled. "The aroma is tasty~"

Arana watched Alva scoop and chew. His facial expression did not change for a while, before the man smiled. "Don't kid!"

Arana's heart rippled. Alva really loved Alana to the point of making a little lie like this to make Alana happy with her praise. Arana stared at him for a while, watching Alva who repeatedly bribed the fried rice with the same face. Arana felt a little guilty in her heart.

"Let me try something. I haven't tasted it yet." Arana said as she extended her right hand. But before his hands could reach out, Alva lifted the fried rice plate and kept it away from Arana.

"No, it's for me." Alva.

Arana knows in her heart that Alva just doesn't want to let herself know how bad her cooking is. Oh, that's so sweet!

Arana whines, "I'm hungry too."

The man turned his head to his plate, pierced the sausage that had been bitten a bit and gave it to Arana. "Eat the sausage, but this rice is mine."

Arana thaws, but quietly reviews a smile when she sees Alva enjoying her breakfast again in silence. Oh, remind Arana to apologize to her husband for his breakfast that hurt her tongue a little.