Second Husband (Tradition of My Husband)

The SK Part 60

~Tuest~ Arrival

Cyra and Pras today have made up, their relationship is back as fun as ever.

"Mas, what do we cook for lunch?" ask Cyra while washing dishes.

"Eat anything that matters to you." Pras gave a very interesting answer.

"Yes?" ask Cyra.

"Dad really, baby." Pras spontaneously spoke so.

"What Mas?" Cyra wanted to make sure of what she heard earlier.

"Can't a husband call his wife dear?" ask Pras.

Cyra sighed and let it out quickly. He has not been able to receive any friendly calls. He thought the call could be said if they already loved each other.

"You going to the market?" ask Pras.

"No, no" he answered quickly.

"If we don't shop, how do we eat? ask Pras again.

"Quiet down." Cyra answered lightly.

Pras resigned with what his wife would do. She believes that Cyra will not starve her.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

With a knock on the door, Cyra ran to open the door.

"Why is he so excited?" Wonder Pras.

Pras immediately left the dining room and went to the living room.

"You?" Pras was shocked by women who yesterday cursed their wives to come to their homes with a lot of plastic groceries.

"Sorry, Mas. I forgot to tell you, Starting this week Alexa will learn to cook in our house" Cyra explained.

"Him? why can?" ask Pras.

"Mas, I'll tell you the details. Now we'll cook, otherwise we'll be late for lunch."

Now Pras understands why his wife does not go shopping. It turns out that Alexa has brought cooking ingredients and will learn to cook at their home.

Pras could only watch as the two young women controlled the kitchen. Pras watched them from the dining table while working on some designs for his company's new furniture model.

Cyra looks so adept at teaching the steps in cooking. His wife also seemed very patient to teach a person who really had never entered the kitchen even though, it was clear when Alexa did not master kitchen tools and kitchen spices.

"I guess, he also can't tell which salt is and which sugar is, '" Pras said.

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"The knife for cutting, while this one is for peeling the skin, this spatula for frying, this cutting board for plinth,"

Cyra continues to explain one by one the usefulness and names of kitchen tools.

"This is called galangal, garlic, onion, ginger, turmeric, because we want to cook a simple menu such as sour vegetables, chili and fried chicken. I'll give you the ingredients, after that you can peel it and smooth it with a blander." Cyra continues to babble endlessly to teach Alexa cooking.

"Cyra, is cooking this hard?" ask Alexa who looks desperate.

"Cooking is an art. Many various spices in it will make the cuisine more taste good. Same with the painting, the more colors that fit then the picture will be more pleasing to the eye. I hear you like to paint." Cyra tries to talk by adjusting Alexa's way of thinking.

Cyra moves her sprawl up and down, to justify the word Alexa.

Cyra now looking at the way Alexa makes her cooking, she'll be a little direct now.

Cyra saw her husband was busy at the dinner table watching her.

"Drink the coffee." Cyra offers a cup of coffee.

"Thank you." Pras smiling.

Alexa sees the mood of Pras and Cyra.

"You're the newlyweds, right?" ask Alexa.

"Yes," answered Cyra.

"But, why don't you guys look like a typical newlywed?" ask Alexa who started kepo.

"Many reasons." Cyra is reluctant to talk about her household.

Cyra and Alexa are done with their cooking lessons. Cyra serves Alexa dishes without tasting them first. Alexa forbids it, she wants Cyra and Pras to give a direct assessment.

The three of them sat at the same table. Cyra prepares vegetables in a bowl, rice in a dish along with chicken and sauce.

"Tasting." Alexa offered with doubt.

Pras and Cyra also hesitate to taste it, but want how else they have to give an assessment so that Alexa can develop.

"It feels good, it's just that too much salt and sugar are too savory." Cyra Value.

"I'm the same" Pras said as she the woman looked at him.

Finished eating with Alexa permission to leave her home.

"Gr." Pras is like a person who wants to take out his entire stomach.

"Why the hell is Mas?" ask Cyra.

Pras shudder. "It feels so broken. I don't want to taste his cooking."

Cyra laughed at her husband's reaction. "So when I asked what you wanted to eat, you answered what is important to eat with me. Yes, accept what it is." Cyra went into her room.

Pras immediately followed his wife into the room.

"Tomorrow if he wants to cook again, before you have to cook first for me. I don't want to die from that weird cooking."

Cyra immediately stopped walking and turned her body so that the two of them were in sight.

"No, you have to eat Alexa's cooking, so she gets an honest assessment." Force Cyra.

Pras immediately limp, he sat down on the side of the bed and laid his body while staring at the ceiling of the room.

"Maybe I'll pass out if I eat that woman's cooking."

Cyra laughed at the expression of her current husband.

Today's events make Cyra happy, she also feels Pras a nice guy. Cyra also felt so could menjahili Pras by eating Alexa cuisine.

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