The Dandelion Motel

Definition of a Good Wife

Rosaline had just come out of the bathroom wearing a dress that had torn off her back.

"Are you the one who ripped it off?" he asked with a demanding expression.

Leon tried to recall what he did last night on the dress.

Ah yes, at that time in a hurry to remove the dress he accidentally tore it.

Suddenly the man smiled to himself remembering the scene after scene they had done last night.

"Are you smiling, Mr Leon? Aishh...You seem so happy to see me wearing a torn dress." she exasperated.

Leon approached Rosaline with his suit and put the suit on her.

"That's because I was too excited last night, baby. So I unknowingly tore him up." he whispered in a seductive tone while putting his lips on his ear, then hugging him from behind.

Rosaline still put on an unacceptable face until Leon turned Rosaline's body to make them face each other, then pecked her head.

The woman smiled because of Leon's gentle treatment of her.

He touched Leon's lips gently, "I like your lips, I like them."

"Didn't you always ignore it? You never responded to my kisses" Leon said.

His cheeks instantly blushed. Rosaline was too embarrassed to respond to her lover's question.

He used to reject her even angry when she kissed him but now it is different, when the man shows his gentle side he can't lie to her.

Rosaline is now completely in love with that man, the man she always called 'baji**n beren**k' that has now conquered her heart.

Leon hugged and cupped her face, giving her a soft kiss in the morning.

"Let's go on a date today." ask Leon all of a sudden.

"Are you not going to the office?" his face suddenly looked up out of curiosity.

"Yesterday I worked hard from morning until late at night, no-no I mean until the morning again. Today I want to relax and spend time alone with you."

Leon's words made Rosaline's face instantly blush in remembrance of their play last night.

until he could no longer remember what time they finally fell asleep.

"Where are you going today?" rosaline asked enthusiastically.

"How about an amusement park?" Leon proposes.

"No-no, I don't like places that are too crowded." said Rosaline.

"If cinema?" proposed Leon again.

"Next time we go there. How about we stay home instead of getting tired and wanting to relax?"

"Aiii....Miss Rose, you sly witch. Instead of dating outside you'd rather stay at home, would you like to repeat our play last night?" leon said with a seductive look.

"At any time we'll get married. I had to learn how to be a good wife from now on and suddenly I wanted to do it. Let's do it now! Go Leon! Come on!" rosaline said making Leon's eyes instantly widen.

Their game last night should continue he thought.

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Leon stood up while crossing his arms across his chest watching Rosaline who was busy struggling in the kitchen, taking out all sorts of cooking furniture from the start of pans, knives, and more.

Just like you, Leon also kecele tempe by the words Rosaline who thought to invite 'play' eh yearya even learn to cook.

I don't know what she has in mind so suddenly want to learn to be a good wife. And the definition of a good wife according to Rosaline is one of them is able to cook.

While Leon watches her with ketar-ketir considering Dante once told her that her brother is not good at even very bad at cooking.

Rosaline sama sekali tidak menyadari atau sebenarnya bodoh amat pada ekspresi Leon yang sangat kentara memperlihatkan kecemasannya.

How not to worry, in her lifetime the woman very rarely 'tread on the kitchen floor'. The only food he could make was instant noodles packaging cup.

Maybe he was used to doing various kinds of homework except cooking because he was used to eating chef's dishes in the motel where he lived all this time.

Leon knew he was in deep trouble when Rosaline uttered a simple sentence that was actually harmful to his tongue and stomach, "I'll learn to cook from now on."

Of course Leon panicked and hurriedly sucked the blood dripping from his index finger then wiped it with a tissue before wrapping it with plaster.

"Didn't I look cool cooking for you to bleed? That's proof of my sincerity." she's pretentious and innocent.

It turns out that in addition to the bars, the mind of this woman sometimes strange bin nyeleneh.

"Are you showing off your carelessness? If everyone thinks like you, maybe 'Master Chef' will be a killing spree."

Hearing that Rosaline scowled then went back to cutting the vegetables with emotion. And the way he cut really made Leon cringe himself.

"Have gone there! I don't like diomeli. I have to cook in a good mood." she kicked it out.

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Leon stared anxiously at the plate of fried rice that Rosaline placed before him.

The steam is steaming hot. Instead of publishing his saliva, the man was busy reading prayers.

"Let's eat!" rosaline says.

He took a spoonful of fried rice and tried to feed Leon who was still ogah-gahan opened his mouth.

"Yakkk...Let's open your mouth!" the door starts the bar.

He did not care about Leon's doubtful and frightened expression of the fried rice he made.

"You followed the recipe right, without adding any strange ingredients to it?" search Leon.

"Aishhhh, that's so chatty. Let's taste it!" Rosaline pushed the spoonful of fried rice into Leon's mouth until the man almost choked.

"Hows it? Hows it? Definitely delicious! It can't be bad, it's my thing. Come answer me! Answer me! Answer me!" force Rosaline to be impatient with Leon who is still chewing slowly.

How does someone fail when cooked rice fried seasoning packaging? leon thought as he continued to chew the super salty Rosaline-made fried rice.

He did read the instructions for making on the packaging, even he searched for recipes on the internet. But his immoral hands put 2 packs of spices into 1 serving of rice without a dose.

"E-good.." lied Leon and drank as much water as possible.

Rosaline smiled broadly at hearing that.

"Of course, it's my homemade fried rice." he showed off in a confident tone.

Leon thought his suffering would be met along with the cook.

But instead of eating the fried rice with him, Rosaline instead opened the sandwich ready to eat and eat it.

"You didn't eat your cooking?" Leon gawked feeling betrayed.

Rosaline nodded casually.

"I cooked it for you, just for you." with a sweet-ass smile.

Glekkk

Leon gulped at the plate full of fried rice that he had to spend alone.

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Then what was the fate of Leon and his stomach?

Let's pray together.

Check-up.....

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