Pursuing the Love of the Handsome

Clarissa's Request

Clarissa clutched the body of her husband who had fallen asleep. "Van, I'm hungry!" spoiled whine.

"What time is it?" Devan rubbed his eyes with two fingers.

"At 1 a.m.," he answered.

"So we've had dinner, it's not usually this time you're hungry" Devan wakes up and sits down.

"But I'm so hungry, Van." Clarissa sat next to her husband.

"What are you eating?"

"Fried boiler."

"Not wrong? You're allergic to shrimp," Devan reminded his wife.

"But I want shrimp, Van!" whining.

"Rissa, you can't eat shrimp. I don't want anything to happen to you!" reject Devan firmly.

"Van, please. I promise not to eat much" raised two fingers near his face.

"Alright, I'll have the waiter make it!" Devan pulled out his blanket.

"I want you to make it" Clarissa put on a smile.

"I can't cook," she said.

"I'll give you the recipe, you just follow my directions!" Clarissa showed her innocent face.

"All right, let's get down!" Devan went down from then to the kitchen followed by his wife.

Arriving in the kitchen Devan wears a clean apron, wearing gloves and a mask. He opened the refrigerator and looked for shrimp, after getting what he wanted and then he took it out. Devan instead looked at the shrimp stored in the container.

"Hurry up, honey. Don't look at it!" clarissa Protest.

"I can't clean it!" Devan was honest.

"Geez, so what should it be?" Clarissa looked to show a gloomy face.

Devan then walked towards the room of his servants, he knocked on the door of one of the household assistants. Before long a woman in her 30s came out with eyes still holding back the drowsiness.

"What's up, Mister, Miss?" tanyakanya.

"My wife wants to eat shrimp, please clean it up!" devan's orders.

"Isn't Miss Clarissa allergic to shrimp, sir?" the servant looked at the wonder of his master's wife.

"I don't know either, clean up quickly!" her word.

"Good, Sir." The waiter rushed to the kitchen and started cleaning the shrimp.

Finished cleaning, the waiter handed over the plate containing the cleaned shrimp. "This, Master!"

"You stay here!" his orders to the woman and the servant agreed.

Devan started acting, he put down the white powder and pepper powder. Then stir it with a spoon. After that he looked at the stove. "How do I bring it to life?"

The waiter approached her and turned on the stove, put down a pot and gave her some butter.

Devan was now in front of the stove, he picked up the shrimp using a capitan and put it in the shell with great care.

In cooking shrimp, he set the distance between himself and the stove. Devan's action made Clarissa and the waiter make a smile.

Finally half an hour later, the fried shrimp request his wife finished cooking. Devan served it at the dinner table.

With the spirit of Clarissa took a shrimp and ate it. Devan who saw it felt anxious and worried.

Clarissa smiled at her husband then said, "I'm full!"

"Huh," Devan narrowed his eyes. "You only eat one?" looking at the shrimp and turning back to his wife.

"Yes, baby!" clarissa answered without guilt.

"I'm tired of cooking just one meal. Do you want to prank your husband?"

Clarissa shook her head quickly.

"Fastly eat again!" devan's orders.

"No, you eat it!" Clarissa took the shrimp by hand and pointed it at her husband's mouth.

"I'm not hungry!" Devan stayed away from his face.

"Can't this be thrown away?" ask Clarissa.

Devan brought a plate of untouched shrimp into the kitchen, then gave it to the waiter who had helped him.

"Why is it given to me, sir?" staring wonder.

"My wife is full, eat!" the answer.

"Thank you, Mister!" the waiter brought a large plate of shrimp containing 15 more into his room and other assistants.

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