My Fierce Boss's
Baikans
The next day, Dena appears to take over her role as housewife. Early in the morning he woke up, sweeping, mopping, and lastly cooking. As of this moment, he was seen struggling with a knife in the kitchen.
Fairel? Don't ask. The man was still in the next room. Dena did not know what time her husband slept last night after he was kicked out of the room. Sounds cruel, but it's punishment. If her husband comes home late, Dena can still tolerate it. However, it turns out that the man also did the thing that Dena did not like the most, namely smoking. That's why his father never touched anything that harmed his health.
In the past as a teenager, Dena was always spoiled by the facilities provided by her Papa. He didn't touch the stuff in the kitchen. At the age of 16 years, Dena began to be taught how to cook by her late grandfather. But now it's different. Dena quite mastered the activities associated with the kitchen. Since living in Paris, Dena has always been guided to be independent. Once the woman was crying and almost desperate for not being able to live alone.
While she was cutting onions, suddenly Dena's nose smelled a familiar scent on her nose. Who else if not the smell of Fairel's body. The man had awoken from his sleep.
Behind him, Fairel had just come from the direction of the bathroom after washing his face and brushing his teeth. His face looked tangled like an unironed outfit.
Dena realized, however, that she did not change her husband's whereabouts or turn around to look at his face. His heart still feels arrogant if he remembers the incident last night. Unknowingly he cut the onion strong enough to make a sound between the knife and the cutting board.
No no no no no
"Slow down, you'll get your hands on it." said Fairel standing behind him.
Instantly Dena stopped her movements, making the blade lift half into the air. The woman was still silent not answering, then she resumed her activities without regard to reprimands from her husband.
However, it turns out that karma applies to a wife who does not listen to her husband's words. Not until a minute later, there was a screech from Dena as she accidentally sliced her own finger.
"Aaawww..."
Spontaneous Dena removed the knife in her hand and held the middle of her finger and pressed it so that the blood on her fingertip seeped out.
Fairel who heard that was also surprised. He hurriedly pulled his wife's arm so that her position changed against each other.
"That's right. Also new spelled. Ngeyel the hell." Fairel nagged.
The man let go of Dena's hand holding her finger and then changed with her holding the woman's finger. Fairel didn't think long, just as he pointed Dena's fingertips at her mouth. The man sucks his wife's fingertips to draw her blood.
While Dena was just silent to see Fairel's head bowed before her. Far from the bottom of her heart, Dena felt warm in her heart.
After feeling enough, Fairel distanced his head. He immediately ran towards the bathroom to spit out the blood in his mouth. After washing his mouth clean, the man again approached his wife who looked pensive while holding his fingertips.
"Still sick?" ask Fairel. He shuddered in horror at the skin of his wife's finger that looked almost detached in the wound. The wound was clearly gaping, there was no way Dena could not feel any pain.
Dena shook her head. However, Fairel knew that it was a lie. He circulates the view to find a cure or hansaplast. Not finding him in the kitchen room, Fairel paid their way to their room to look for a cure. However, the man did not find a single item that he would use to treat his wife's injuries. Fairel who did not run out of her wits immediately tore the tip of her shirt.
Fairel rushed back to the kitchen. As soon as he arrived, he immediately pulled his wife's hand and wrapped the tearing of his shirt earlier on his wife's fingertips and tied it so as not to be released.
"So this is enough?" fairel asked to make sure that the bond was not too tight so that his wife did not feel any pain.
Dena just nodded her head. The bond on his finger was indeed not strong and not too sagging either. But, Dena felt a twitch due to the effects of the wound. It was so painful, painful, everything mixed together into one. Dena stared at the tip of her index finger that seemed enlarged due to being wrapped around by the cloth.
Fairel wiped some sweat coats on her temple. The man breathed a long breath. Fairel did not blame his wife because he himself was aware that his wife felt badmood because of his actions last night. And Fairel didn't rule that last night was outrageous.
Fairel held onto both of his wife's shoulders and led her to sit on the dining table chair. "Let me continue cooking. Are you sitting here, or are you going to your room for a break?"
Dena shook her head refusing to go back to the room. She wanted to be here, in the kitchen, staring at the back of her husband who was moving deftly with the stuff in the kitchen. Let alone seeing the man sweat, looking incredible in his eyes.
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After breakfast, Fairel cleared up all the mess. He also cooks and does the dishes. Even after bathing, it was Fairel who washed and dried the clothes. And right at nine in the morning, Fairel was out to go to the pharmacy to buy medicine. The man rushed over for fear that his wounds would cause an infection.
Fairel takes about 35 minutes including on the way back and forth. The man parked Grandpa Hari's duck bike in the yard. The man immediately went inside while carrying a black crackle in his hand. Inside is complete, there are handsaplast, antiseptic, cotton, and bandages. Count just in case.
"Honey." called Fairel when he could not find his wife in the room, as well as in the living room or in the kitchen. Fairel panicked and rushed out and found his wife just back out of nowhere. Fairel breathed a sigh of relief, the man was afraid that anything would happen to his wife.
"Where are you? Out of where? I told you at home just don't be fooled." Fairel told me nonstop. The man also immediately pulled the uninjured wife's right hand, bringing her inside the house.
Dena whose hand was immediately pulled was just smiling. That man was worried about him.
"From the neighbor's house carrying goods." reply Dena pacified her husband's permanence.
There was a heavy sigh from Fairel. The man immediately hugged his wife's body tightly.
"Don't be angry anymore. I'm sorry." said Fairel apologizing.
Dena smiled and returned her husband's embrace. The woman rubbed softly on Fairel's back.
"I'm not angry. I just want you to be more aware of the time and one more. I don't like you smoking, I hate being close to people who smoke. So, sorry if I went too far last night. It's also for your own good." Dena explained.
Fairel quickly let go of her embrace. He cupped his wife's face. Look at those beautiful and soft eyeballs.
"I'm sorry I was wrong."
Dena nodded her head.
"So you're not angry anymore?" fairel asked in a headband by his wife.
Cup
Fairel kissed his wife's long forehead and then distanced her face.
"I am healing your wounds. Later even infection. Here sit!" Fairel led her to sit on a chair in the living room and slowly took out one by one the items.
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