One Roof Two Hearts

Chapters. 32

Syam man who has never held a knife, wok, spatula and his friends are so obedient when in the kitchen with the Goddess of his beloved wife.

"This goddess is just as cute as the tomatoes I have washed and what else I can bant" he asked Syam while showing the place of a special container containing chilies with tomatoes.

"If it had been, peel the red and white onions of Brother that I have separated in the basin, I have washed so just peeled the skin from the flesh," explained Dewi.

I noticed from earlier, this one woman never complained in the slightest since going to the market until her hands were covered in blood when cleaning people and fish. His face was so serious and shady while doing his job. For some reason it was as if I saw the figure of Mariana's mother in her while being busy wrestling in the kitchen with so many spices that must be faced.

I may have been wrong and wrong to always compare my wives, but am I wrong to say the Goddess of the perfect wife in my eyes so much that I am too afraid to fall into her charms as a wife of Sholeh.

Just this time I fell this great to a woman, her charm actually rendered me helpless. While at the beginning we met I even cursed myself that I was unlucky to meet him. I also thought that I really regretted marrying him. But, it only took me two days to get to know him even further, to make my thinking about him change drastically.

If I am too proud and happy to have two beautiful wives at once, even though their character, behavior, habits are much different.

After hearing his explanation without any more ba-bi-bu I immediately did the job he said it was. I started picking up the knife and doing as he said. Red onions and garlic are my next job.

At first I peeled garlic until finished, I assume the peel of garlic will be difficult I do, thank God it's that easy. However, just as it was Allah's turn onion I did not expect it to be this sad, I shed an already unbearable tear that just poured down every time I peeled the onion.

Pantesan in the red onion fairy tale is evil. Subhanallah like this is the work of a woman who often goes in and out of the kitchen. His struggle is really great in conquering kitchen utensils and also spices cuisine.

The goddess who saw me immediately tried to stop what I was doing, but I said it was the first time I peeled the onion so it was likely like this.

My tears are getting unstoppable even though a single onion has not succeeded also I peeled the skin. The goddess who saw me immediately stopped what I was doing.

"Why cry, is Brother okay, or is his hand or finger slicing the knife again?" The Goddess that I noticed was so worried and worried about me.

I wiped my tears and shook my head, indicating I was fine. I'm ashamed of dong if I tell him the truth if I cry because, because of skinning red onions. Surely he will consider me a cool man, not a bitch and maybe Dewi considers a weak man gurgling just because of this fucking onion.

I saw the Goddess chuckling at my situation, she kept preventing me from stopping what I was doing, but I kept insisting and bent on peeling her bins that I had not finished yet.

"Abang stop well, I don't have the heart and pity to see Brother cry because of the onions," said Dewi.

I do not accept the offer from him, for sure he will consider me a man who easily gives up. I immediately refuted his words.

"I'm fine, it takes time and time to peel an onion until I give up on helping my beloved wife" he said.

Dewi smiled back and said, "well, continue then, but if you can't talk, brother, it's okay to do that,"

The Goddess continued to try to show her concern for me who truly had no power and power to conquer her onion by constantly persuading me to stop.

But, it is not Samuel Abidzar Al-Ghifari my name that I easily and easily succumbed to this onion. I want Dewi to praise me a real man, a versatile husband despite the fact that there are some things that I cannot possibly do a man myself and without the help of others.

A few minutes later, with great difficulty and a very difficult struggle I did finally the onion numbering twelve seeds I could peel completely. Although not clean, my tears have been creek even my nose and eyes have been reddened and swollen.

I thought ohh it turned out like this was the struggle of a woman who served as a whole wife who fought for the stomach of her family members without feeling tired, without feeling tired, without sighing and unyielding to retreat for the sake of the stomach of her husband and children.

Is it not this kind of wife who is missed by heaven, the wife who must receive countless praise from her husband and earn true happiness. It's not that I didn't have a job this morning, it's just that I was trying to share the joys and sorrows in the kitchen, even though I wasn't helping my wife but, instead of making him worry excessively and occasionally smiley head bobbles at what I do.

There was a happiness and satisfaction that I got after seeing the Goddess whose face was shining in the light of the lamp because her face was flowing with sweat.

If there is still a man who has the status of a husband does not appreciate the efforts of a wife in cooking, I am sure that the person is enjoying the sustenance of Allah SWT. Wives who are good at pleasing the husband in bed, the wife who is able to satiate the husband's stomach is a sign of the wife sholeha let alone her face beautiful like Dewi Kinanti Mirasih. To be honest I have fallen into his love and this intoxicating aura of charm.

Two dishes that are almost finished are in a pan that smoke billowing, the sauce in it boiling to give off a distinctive aroma of cuisine that is so appetizing.

Just inhaling the aroma alone made me drool to want to taste it. There are two types of cuisine with processed ingredients basically fish. That is the original woku cooking fish from the Menado area from my grandfather and also cook red snapper head coconut milk. The goddess is so agile and skilled in processing all the spices of the cuisine.

I reflexively wiped his sweat away when I accidentally saw that there was a sweaty water droplet dripping over his dense, jet-black brow almost hitting his plump eyelashes. I immediately took some tissue sheets that were available in the kitchen and helped him sweat it.

The goddess only stared intensely at the inside of my eyeball, as if she was surprised and did not expect that I would treat her that way.

"Is the food ready and ready? Because honestly I'm hungry," added Sam who was not able to hold his hunger until his stomach immediately issued a signal that the sign had to be filled.

The plan was in the traditional market they would eat at one of the food stalls are crowded visited by buyers, but Syam did not want to linger in line so decided they both eat at home.

The two couples were so compact. Every now and then Syam will ask about the spice if he thinks it is strange and unique and not like he ever saw when his housekeeper Mbak cooks.