My best friend my husband
Chaptre 96.Indulge
PoV Azlan's
I put a tray on the nightstand while sitting on the lip of the bed and saw Dara had not yet awakened from her sleep.
My hands cupped both of her cheeks so that the plum lips were pursed, adorable.
"Sister."
Dara took my hand off her cheek and resumed her sleep on her back with her head facing towards me.
Her bangs were wet from the sweat coming out of her skin pores.
"Come, eat. Brother make good food. You'll love it" I said, taking a bowl with a cold Patbingsu, and then I placed it right on her cheek so that it opened with force.
Dara woke up from her sleep holding her head.
"Drink warm water first."
I gave her a glass of warm water and then Dara took a sip and gave it back to me.
"What do you want to eat?" I looked at him who was daydreaming. Don't be asked by her hair that's as messy as a lion.
"The bread of the fish" he pointed at a plate of bungoeppang.
I gave her a bungoeppang and Dara ate it slowly. He looked at me from top to bottom.
"Not to the office?" ask her with a hoarse voice.
"It's still 6, it's still 9."
"Sister get ready gih, old sister shower. There!" he flicked his hand at me to get me out of there.
"Yes, finish the breakfast. I ate earlier."
I went from the bed to the clothes hanging to get a towel and into the bathroom.
PoV Author's
Since Azlan's departure, he left Dara alone in the room. Now his mind is back on the early morning incident.
I don't know, how will it be. Dara is now confused and makes her head hurt.
His eyes fixed on fish cakes or bungoeppang made by Azlan is very good. Moreover, he was eating his favorite matcha jam after chocolate.
A small smile that adorns his lips when imagining how happy he can get a man who is good at cooking, but certainly does not like to peel or slice onions.
Perih said.
But, Azlan always make food or breakfast if Dara is tired. Especially they were combat last night.
Once felt enough, Dara now switched to eating pumpkin porridge made by Azlan. Sweet and warm.
When his throat could not swallow, he was confused by a purple pink thermos. The tiny hand grabbed him and opened the flask.
It contained his favorite chocolate milk coupled with some ice cubes in it so that cold smoke emerged from the flask.
"Aah!"
Dara again went on to finish her breakfast after she drank a few sips of special chocolate milk from her husband.
(I'm envious, I'm spiteful. I hope we can get a guy like Azlan. Not a CEO or a director, guys.)
Chequek!
The bathroom door opened and Azlan came out with wet hair and a towel wrapped around her waist in black and gold on her head.
Dara remembered the incident last night. 'Ah, why is my mind so dirty now, ' her inner self.
His eyes continued to stare at Azlan's activities that were drying his hair with a towel then plugging the hair dryer cable into the plug and then directing the hair dryer to his hair.
As Azlan removed the towel on his shoulder, he glanced at Dara who was staring at him without blinking.
"Why see your husband like that? Remember last night's incident? Want again?"
Instantly, Dara's eyelids blinked indeterminately and put on an annoyed face and returned to take fish bread.
His eyes were puffed up when he felt the chocolate jam melting in them. While Reyndad chuckles at the wife's excessive behavior.
Towel wrapped around his waist he came off so that Dara was surprised not playing. He turned his gaze down until the sound of perfume spray Azlan was wearing.
"Sister, you can't change your clothes to the bathroom!" annoyed screams.
After tidying his hair with gel, Azlan sat on the edge of the bed and saw his wife who finished the fish cake and saw 2 bowls that had been empty.
"You're not good enough?" asked Azlan while touching Dara's forehead.
Not hot.
"No."
Dara answered briefly.
"Oh yeah, if you ask for anything, you call my sister. Today I didn't meet, so I wasn't too busy. What will you bring?"
"Nobody, what matters is coming home soon, yeah."
"Yes, baby."
"Sorry, yeah. This morning I can't handle my sister. You-"
"Yes, I understand."
Azlan clasped Dara's hand and kissed the back of the hand so many times that Dara laughed at Azlan's ridiculous behavior.
"Well, if gini's gonna be good to see. Brother left first," he said as he kissed Dara's entire face and ended up with the beer.
When Azlan came out of the room, he saw Bi Ima who was cleaning the floor of his house with a vacuum cleaner.
"Bi, please take care of Dara's house."
"Ready sir. Be careful, sir."
"Yes, bi. Thank you." Thank you."
Azlan walked out of the house with a smile that adorned his face. So that anyone who sees, will be amazed by the charm and charisma it has.
Azlan unplugged his fully charged car charger, then started driving his car at moderate speed.
While Dara put the rest of her fish bread on the plate and called Love.
"Hello, sister-in-law," she said as the call connected.
"Ah, Love. You're in class today?" ask Dara curiously.
"Yes, brother. There are 3 classes today, maybe 12 noon. Why?"
"Ah, it's okay, deck. Yes, yes, the spirit, the college."
"Hehehe, good sister-in-law."
Tut!
The call was interrupted by Dara. Honestly, Dara was eager to tell this incident with the Love-Sister Azlan.
Because if you go to Azlan directly, it is likely that Azlan will not enter the office today. Making the mind of the husband more.
Dara exhaled her breath while scratching her head slowly. He pulled out a blanket with a butterfly pattern and walked to the bathroom to start his day.
***
After wearing lip blam, then Dara out of his room, seen Bi Ima who was making tea on the table.
"Morning, Bi."
"Morning, non. Uh, non was when aunt came. How about the gate of a non-open house? Did you guys have a guest?" ask Bi Ima.
"Open, bi?"
Bi Ima nodded her head noisily.
'Who is that woman? Is she going to disrupt our household life?'
"Maybe Azlan's sister forgot the key times, bi. Yesterday's going to rain really hard."
"Oh, yes."
Bi Ima believed it just like that and then he started sipping his homemade tea. While Dara entertained herself by watching her favorite Chinese drama television series.
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Sorry for typo🙏🙏
