Remember Me, My Husband!
Chocolate Cellulite Bread
Maysha set the breakfast menu on the dining table. While Bik Wiwin is making apple juice and also toast for Laura.
“Bik, I want to take a shower first, yes?” maysha.
“Iya, Non.”
Maysha immediately went to the room to clean her body. Within 20 minutes, he was out of the room and looked fresher. When he was about to return to the kitchen, he glanced at the door of Laura's room which was still tightly closed. Looks like the occupants of the room haven't come out yet either.
Maysha slowly went to the room and knocked on the door. As soon as it opened, Maysha was instantly fixated on the spot. How not, Arlan appeared from behind the door just by using a white towel wrapped around the waist. Showcased chest of fields and near-perfect body shape. Her still wet hair added to her sexiness that morning.
In the past, Maysha felt like she was the happiest woman in the world as the sole owner of that body. Now he must accept the harsh reality of sharing with other women.
“Good morning, Mas.” Maysha reviews the smile.
“Morning, Maysha.” Arlan answered. Especially when looking at Maysha's puffy eyes. His mind quickly guessed that Maysha had finished crying because she was yelled at last night. The thing that triggers the presence of awkwardness between the two.
“Breakfast is ready. I'm waiting in the dining room, huh?”
“Iya, thank you.”
Just now Maysha was about to move, but Arlan withdrew her hand. Maysha's steps stopped for a moment.
"What's up, Mom?"
"I'm sorry for last night. I didn't mean to yell at you."
"It's okay. I understand," replied Maysha. Suddenly the view from inside the room managed to steal his essence. Laura came out of the bathroom wearing a pajama robe.
Maysha's eyes closed. For the many times he had to suppress the jealousy that felt mercilessly devouring his heart. Thinking about whether Arlan and Laura had just taken a bath together.
“Who, Mas?” laura asked, walking towards the door. “Oh, Ma'am Maysha. Why, Ma'am?”
“I just want to call you breakfast.”
“Oh yes. Sorry, we took a shower later, huh?” While wriggling on her husband's innocent arm.
Seeing the look on Maysha's face, Arlan tries to keep Laura away, because she feels bad for Maysha. However, Laura is like a caterpillar that continues to stick to Arlan's body.
“Laura, please don't do this,” scolds Arlan.
“What's the matter, Mas? I'm used to it like this. Ma'am Maysha won't mind anyway. I'm your wife too. Aren't you, Ma'am?”
Maysha did not respond to Laura's words. He just looked at Arlan who looked very uncomfortable with Laura's exaggerated attitude.
“I'll wait for you in the dining room.”
“Good, Mbak.”
Without waiting any longer, Maysha swung a step away from the room. Hiding a puddle of clear crystals in his eyeballs. It was so tight it bent his lungs, as if the oxygen in the spacious house was not enough for him to breathe.
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At the dinner table
Arlan seemed to enjoy the cuisine made by Maysha. I don't know why the taste of this cuisine is like no stranger to him. Maysha reviewed the smile of seeing Arlan who was very greedy.
“You used to love my chicken soup, Mas”, said Maysha.
“Thank you, this is indeed delicious,” praise Arlan.
“If you like, I will cook often for you, Mas.”
“Not necessary, Maysha. You must be busy. I don't feel good to trouble you.” At least that's what Arlan thought. Maysha is a doctor and must be very busy.
Shortly after, Laura joined the dinner table. They need more time in their room to dress up. Because she always wants to look more beautiful than Maysha.
He then glanced at the toast and apple juice he had asked from Bik Wiwin. In addition, there was also soup that Maysha prepared for him.
Laura who was sitting next to Arlan pursed her lips to see her husband so greedily enjoying Maysha's chicken soup.
“You want toast, Mas? I deliberately made this for you,” bargained Laura.
“No need, Laura. That's for you alone,” reject Arlan.
Laura's getting sulky. “You don't appreciate my efforts, Mas. Though I accidentally woke up quickly to make breakfast for you.”
Maysha pursed her lips to not burst out a laugh. Besides being good at lying, it turns out Laura is good at seeking attention. Though the toast is made by Bik Wiwin which is made with full grunts.
“Ya already, here I eat.” Arlan finally relented to avoid trouble.
Arlan tasted the toast. Shortly after, Aunt Wiwin showed up and saw Laura not eating her toast. He gave it to Arlan. The woman was a little surprised.
“What Non Laura does not like my homemade bread? Sorry, I don't know Non Laura's taste yet. That's why I make toast according to my habits,” asked the woman.
When Laura chokes on the food she just swallowed, Maysha even pursed her lips to not spit out a laugh. Aunt Wiwin had managed to turn the sweet chocolate jam into a taste like swallowing bitter chocolate seeds for Laura.
Laura glanced at Arlan with a red face. Bik Wiwin seemed to deliberately embarrass himself.
"Boy, Bik. Mas Arlan likes it," he said doubtfully.
"So you said this toast was made by you" said Arlan.
"Yes, I was going to do it. But suddenly I was sick. So ask Aunt Wiwin for help."
Can't stand it, Maysha chuckled.
Arlan steals a look at Maysha. Then they looked down as their gazes clashed against each other. I don't know why Arlan feels like there's a weird beat every time he sees Maysha's smile. There was an undeniable sense of admiration for the woman. Maysha always looks polite with the hijab covering her head. Unlike Laura who always dressed a little open.
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