My Crazy Household's

Episode 19's

Selena woke up from her sleep. He was not aware of what had happened before. His memory was left behind, as he and Eliot were on their way home.

"What's going on? Why am I here? And this ... who's enveloping?" Selena pulled the end of the duvet that stretched her warm body.

He glanced at the clock doubtfully. The clock pointed to the number three in the morning. "Once again he didn't sleep here" Selena lamented disappointed. She found no whereabouts of her husband. He hoped Eliot would stay with him.

He walked towards the kitchen to fetch some water, then sat down on one of the chairs arranged around a square table, as well as recalling the previous incident. He really doesn't remember anything.

"Aish .. My head is dizzy!" he shouted while ruffling the strayed hair. The clock has pointed at the early morning, now the sleepiness is gone.

To eliminate the consequences of the twisted memory, the woman decided to concern herself to forget. He put on an apron and took the cleaning equipment. Selena pontang-panting in and out of the toilet screeching the floor and the rest of the bathroom. Then sweeping, mopping, to wash all dirty clothes.

"Well! It turned out to be exhausting as well," he said as he laid his body on the floor.

Dawn was almost up, he smiled with his body still lying on the floor. Because all the lights had gone out, unknowingly his eyes began to sleep together tired.

Crews!

The sound of the door opening was faintly heard. Someone came into the house. He was not bothered by the sound, even the footsteps that kept coming closer towards his ears were not heard at all. Her sleep was too slumbering, plus the distance from the door to where Selena was lying was quite far away.

The whole house in very dark conditions, no lights illuminate, even the curtains are still closed blocking the sunlight that wants to enter.

Bruk!

Eliot slipped nearly to fall as a result of tripping over a large object. He did not notice his steps until he was unaware that a half-living human was lying on the floor covered in a hairy carpet.

"Geez!" He turned on the light switch immediately after hearing the woman's groaning from down there. "What are you doing, huh?!" His heart was half beating to see his wife on the floor with an apron still attached to her body. "Just be surprised," he grumbled.

"Ih, sick! You're stepping on my finger!" Selena rose from her sleep. He moved away from Eliot. His eyes until watery withstand the pain of the results of Eliot's large footrest. "Responsibility, hurry! You have to blow it," whined Selena and thrust her hand toward Eliot.

Dutifully her husband crouched down equalizing their gazes. He grabbed Selena's skinny fingers, then closed them slowly. The glance is so soft when stroking Selena's fingers slowly.

He was fascinated, his cheeks flushed. Selena hid her hands and placed them behind her back. He didn't want to get too carried away by the romantic atmosphere Eliot showed him. "Ck, that's it." He stood up quickly and turned his face away.

"Is it still sick?" ask Eliot.

Selena is deliberately silent, she is powerless to resist the turmoil of her heart that continues to dance when she sees Eliot. "Ti-No," he answered stammeringly. "What are you here for?" tanyanya diverted the conversation.

"This is my house, why ask? I'm offended to hear it" said Eliot. "Have you made the soup I asked for?"

Selena was fixated, she forgot about the deal. "I don't think you're coming home, so I don't cook soup" he replied. "In addition why did you suddenly come home after a long time of galvanizing with your motorcycle gang" he chanted.

"What are you doing?" ask Selena fret. She ran after Eliot intending to hinder her husband's activities. "Are you serious? Keep your hands off my stove, it's very expensive. Don't touch my teflon, it'll be scuffed." In a row his lichen mouth began to inhibit Eliot's motion.

"Go away, you just sit there!" have him point at the bench behind their home kitchen mini bar.

Selena sat there watching her husband. At first she hesitates with Eliot, until the man finally demonstrates his skills in cooking. He sliced, fried and boiled cunningly. The movement of his hands was so fast, even Selena lost when compared to Eliot.

"Wah .. you're a good guy, too," praised Selena in awe. His mouth and eyes opened and stared at Eliot. "I don't think you can do it" he praised before humbling.

Eliot smiled. There was nothing he could not do. Since childhood he has attended various training courses. Starting from cooking, playing music, sports, even dancing he had dived. His father's demands always forced Eliot to become the son of millions of talents.

"I remember! You play the violin often too!" selena girang.

Nah!

Knock Eliot's hand off slicing the chives. She looked at Selena with her cynical eyes. "How did you know?" He doesn't seem to be happy talking about the past.

"Ti-No .. I'm just talking," he said. When she was a child, Selena continued to stalk Eliot, unbeknownst to the boy. He always tried to hide and peek at Eliot's activities.

Suddenly the mood became awkward. Selena felt it was wrong to chirp until the atmosphere in this room was less comfortable. He lowered his head waiting for the man to start the conversation first.

"Taste this," he said, giving Eliot a small bowl of soup. "How's it?" tanyanya tried to collect opinions.

Selena hesitantly began to taste. How shocked her soul was when her husband's cooking soup entered her mouth. Very delicious, like home cooking. "WOW!" flatland Selena. He stretched the soup over and over again until it ran out in three sips. "I want more" he said.

Eliot smiled faintly at Selena's exaggerated reaction. He was happy because finally someone praised the results of his cooking.

Eliot sat down next to Selena, together enjoying her handmade soup. "Happy?" eliot asked smiling wryly. The expression Eliot has the deepest meaning. "Why did you know I used to play the violin?" eliot asked seriously. He even clenched his molar waiting for Selena to answer.

"Ti-No, I'm just huffing," he replied lying.

Soon he switched the stiff conversation. Eliot has no idea that Selena used to be a child stalker. "You don't want this, do you? Then just for me," said Selena, seizing Eliot's bowl of soup. He swallowed it for a moment and placed it firmly until he heard a stomping sound. "Wuah .. is very good. You cook it again tomorrow. Now I take a shower first" said Selena in a hurry. His mind was clearly avoiding Eliot.

"Nearly caught," Selena muttered in fear as she moved out of the kitchen.

A moment later, Eliot's phone creaked. The old acquaintance of the man again harassed him, Eliot had refused several times but still continued to interfere. "What's wrong?" sahut Eliot's on his cell phone.

Selena stopped her steps, hearing a familiar voice from Eliot's phone.

"Ck, that woman!" geram Selena tightened her jaw. He aimed at Eliot with annoyance, then clenched his hand. "Who called you, honey?" He deliberately amplified his powerful voice so that it could be heard to the caller.