My Sweet Lecturer

Wife's Artificial Fried Rice

Look at this morning, I don't know what sin Regan to face the stability of the attitude of pregnant women like Yona. The woman suddenly cried without knowing what the cause was. Yona continued to hit her husband's arm, who was lying next to her, silent, without any intention of retaliating or asking what she had done wrong until Yona cried like that.

Huh, there's no need to ask what Regan's fault is. Women are so, they want to win alone and the truest themselves.

“Wickedly,” isak Yona wiped her tears violently.

Regan just kept silent, allowing the mother of her future children to vent her anger at the man. Let Regan crumble as long as Yona can be happy, how sad Regan's life is.

The woman grimaced down from her bed, throwing her face so irritated. Her face was stern, crying from morning until Regan gasped from her sleep she thought the apparition was in the morning. Apparently, this is more sinister than an appearance of an astral creature.

“Honey, what else is my fault?” regan asked ventured to ask the lioness who was ready to claw anyone who disturbed him.

“Your fault? Will all men pretend to forget their memories every time they make a mistake?” ask Yona back.

All right, Regan forgot one thing. That woman is the most advanced note in the world. No matter how small the mistakes of the men, they will continue to remember the day, hour, minute, even the details. Truly, women are terrible when they are angry.

“Iya so just tell me what my mistake is,” Regan replied patiently. Letting Yona explain what was wrong until his beautiful wife cried and ignored him.

“You once commented in the comment column of his sister Nata, the Tasya. Aye right?” ask Yona grunt.

Regan's eyes widened, from where Yona knew Regan was commenting on Tasya's instagram post. Jesus, can't that woman tap her phone?

“Where did you know?” regan looked at his wife confused.

In addition to the most sophisticated note, women are also very observant than detectives in solving a secret. But the comment was not a real secret. Tasya is like a sister to Regan. For a long time they did not meet, of course Regan wants to greet the sister of Nata, his best friend.

What's wrong with saying hello? After all, Regan has no strange thoughts about Tasya. Regan just wanted to say hello, nothing more.

“You're jealous of Tasya?” search Regan stumped her amused smile.

His beloved wife is jealous. Regan should have realized from the beginning that Yona was easily jealous since her first pregnancy.

“He's Nata's sister, darling. You're jealous of the boy? I've thought of him like my own brother.” Regan hugged Yona's body from behind.

“What's really why? There is a limit for a wife to be jealous of her husband?” Yona squinted her eyes in annoyance. "While you're commenting on another woman's post, I don't like it!" yona Hardik.

Regan shakes. “Nothing, already yes don't get angry constantly. You better take a shower, we'll have breakfast. Where do you want us to have breakfast? At home Melodi?” Regan stroked the top of his wife's head gently.

Where Regan means is not a restaurant or cafe, but the home of their friends. Yona's pregnancy is very strange, even stranger than the strangest. Where there is Yona asking for breakfast around from one friend's house to their friend's house. Fortunately all his friends are very good and so welcome on his arrival with Yona.

Regan has also returned to her daily activities. The man continued to teach by taking teaching hours from 9 am to 2 pm. Regan just doesn't want to miss the funny moments of Yona's pregnancy even though her wife is often very upsetting.

“I don't want to eat at anyone's house,” replied Yona folded her hands, bending her face back.

“Hm ... Then where do you eat?” tanya Regan plays Yona's hair.

“I want to cook for myself, you have to spend it,” said Yona made Regan round her eyes.

Regan could have convulsions if spent food made by Yona. He will get an impromptu diabetes because Yona's cooking tastes so sweet, out of nowhere Yona found the curse recipes.

“Let me do the cooking, you just sit at the dinner table waiting for your handsome husband to cook a special meal for you,” suggested Regan.

“Ah already I want to go to the kitchen,” said Yona released Regan's hand from her distended stomach.

Regan's hand crashed, her face instantly lethargic. Regan has to prepare herself to eat the food that Yona cooked. Does a cook tutor who is ready for private lessons teach his wife to cook?

“Sangg? Yona's? Arkhh,” screeches Regan to shuffle her hair in frustration.

While waiting for his woman to cook enthusiastically, Regan chose to wait for his wife at the dinner table with her hands propped up on her head. Regan's face was so scuffed, like a newspaper that had just finished being used for a fried mat. The man stroked his stomach, telling his entrails to prepare himself to eat his wife's cooking.

Yona's happy smile apparently spread on Regan's face, the man joined in smiling to see the happy hue on Yona's face. The movement of the woman's hand which is now rolling on her cooking looks like the most beautiful scenery in this world.

Why is it that more and more the woman is getting beautiful and luring Regan to her knees. Regan can't even get far from Yona, the man checks his phone every hour, makes a video call to Yona to make sure that Yona and the baby in her womb are okay.

“Food is ready,” said Yona so carefree.

Regan stands up from her place, the man helps take the plate from Yona's hand, not wanting anything to happen to Yona and her womb.

“Honey, I'm just pregnant, not paralyzed. You do not need to always help me,” complained Yona felt uncomfortable always treated like a big mistress for Regan.

“You are the queen of my heart, my dear,” replied Regan kissing Yona's cheek until a red tinge appeared on her face.

Regan stared at the dishes at the table, but in front of them there was already a side dish that had been cooked William's household assistant. But Yona still insisted on cooking her own food.

“Wuahh, sausage fried rice,” said Regan with a face pretending to be happy.

Though in his heart the man was crying, already tired of fried rice because Yona always made the same dishes every time she wanted to cook. Fix, after this Regan will contact Chef Renata to become a cooking tutor for Yona.

“Come, eaten.” Yona looks very enthusiastic, the honor for a wife to be able to cook food for her husband even though Yona herself does not know how the taste of her cooking on Regan's tongue.

Regan grabbed a spoon, stuffing a mouthful of fried rice into her mouth. Regan's expression changed.

“Why?” Yona looked at her husband curiously.

“This is so good,” replied Regan to put on her smile.

“Really? You hooked?” yona asked looking very enthusiastic.

The man nodded, swallowing Yona's fried rice without feeling it in his senses.

Yona took her turquoise, poured half of her fried rice to Regan.

“You just eat, I want to make this finished fruit salad,” kekeh Yona feel happy because Regan always gives appreciation to his cooking.

Regan chuckles along with Yona, laughing at her misfortune for never having the heart to say Yona's cooking tastes sweet like rice sprinkled with sugar and soy sauce. Seeing his wife smile happily has made Regan live a healthy life and also feel like the luckiest man in the world.

No matter how bad his wife's cooking, a husband must appreciate his wife's efforts to spend her time cooking. Either, although later the husbands can be sick stomach full day or maybe nausea is not clear.

“If you knew you would love my cooking so much, I would every day cook breakfast for you, Honey,” said Yona writhing spoiled on her husband's arm.

Just kill me, honey!