The Perfect Wife

Chapters 20. Special Cuisine

Lara chose to sleep in the guest room on the lower floor. The woman is saddened by Alex's treatment tonight. Lara has taken pains to hold back her hunger and wears revealing clothes to get Alex's attention. Even lowered his self-esteem. To the point of removing the shame. It is unexpected that the response given by Alex was very painful.

"Why should Fiona? Did Alex always compare my body to Fiona's?" Lara shook her head slowly. "No. I don't want Fiona to win. She's a bad woman. I don't want Alex to leave me and prefer to be with Fiona. I don't want to. I've been in love with Alex's sister" said Lara.

Lara lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling. "Can I be as pretty as Fiona? Can I be as skinny as I used to be? How-to? Do I have to diet?" Lara tilted her body. "If later I experience something unwanted and my face becomes ugly, can brother Alex still accept me? I don't want to be loved physically. I want Alex's sister to love me unconditionally."

Lara set her breath to calm down. He did not want to give up just because of Alex's humiliation earlier. "I have to keep trying. Tomorrow morning I'll wake up early and cook a special meal for Alex. The word love can also come from food. From the stomach up to the heart. Who knows when Alex will like my cooking, he can accept my situation. I have to be excited!"

Lara closed her eyes to continue her delayed sleep. He tried hard to forget what happened in the room. Although sometimes still imagined and make his heart hurt again. But Lara tries hard to forget and forgive Alex's mistakes. His heart was blinded with love.

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A bright morning. Lara was up and getting ready to go to the kitchen to cook a special meal. Just then when everyone had not yet woken up, he secretly ran to the bathroom and took a shower. Even Lara did it secretly to keep Alex from waking up. After her clothes were changed with her clothes covered, Lara went downstairs and stepped towards the kitchen.

In the kitchen Lara was greeted by the chef who was cooking breakfast. They were shocked to see Lara choosing food. They persuaded Lara to return to the room. But, because Lara was stubborn. The cooks who were there gave up. They let Lara cook what she wanted.

"Miss, we're done cooking breakfast. Don't you mind if we stay here alone?" ask one of the cooks.

Lara nodded. "Yes, no problem. I want to cook a special meal for Alex's sister."

"But, Miss. It looks like Mr. Alex has left without breakfast" replied the chef.

"really?" Lara's face turned disappointed. Though clearly earlier when he took a shower Alex was still sleeping in the room.

"Miss, you don't have to worry. You can come to the office and deliver your homemade food to Mr. Alex. Mr. Alex must be happy" said the chef. The chef smiled, a sign that he was on Lara's side this time.

"You're right. I will deliver this food to Alex's office" said Lara with an increasingly excited face. The woman continued her cooking without bothering anyone.

At the dinner table, Greta stirred up the food that was in front of her. He had no taste for breakfast because he was alone at the dinner table. The woman glanced at the chair Lara used to sit on and let out a long sigh.

"Where is that woman? Tumben he didn't eat. It seems that from last night he did not eat either. Does he want a diet?" greta murmured in the heart.

"Miss, is the food bad?" ask the chef who accompanied Greta to breakfast.

"Enak. But I'm not tasteful. Mom and Dad didn't come home this morning. Brother Alex also does not want breakfast," replied Greta with a sad face.

"If Miss Lara is still busy in the kitchen, Miss."

"In the kitchen? What's he doing there?" Greta scrunched her forehead.

"Miss Lara wants to make a special meal for Mr. Alex, Miss."

"It seems you can, Miss. Judging by the way Miss Lara chose the groceries, she was already used to cooking, Miss."

Greta nodded slowly. "Go away. Leave me alone!"

"Good, Miss." The chef chose to leave. Greta seems to be thinking about something when she finds out that Lara is cooking in the kitchen.

"What food does he want to make? I was curious" Greta murmured inwardly. He got out of the chair and stepped into the kitchen. Greta wants to make sure herself that Lara is really good at cooking.

Lara tasted both dishes. "Something seems lacking." Lara is looking for salt to put in her cooking. The woman was already impatient to give this food she cooked to Alex. From the direction of the door, Greta appeared with her haughty face.

"What cooking?" ask Greta.

"Fried dumplings for Alex's sister's snack and sweet sour shrimp for Alex's sister's lunch. I also want to make sushi for Alex's breakfast. Didn't Alex not have breakfast?" answer Lara for what she is.

"Sister Lara cooked all this?" greta asked in disbelief.

Lara nodded. "You want to try it?"

Greta is intrigued by Lara's cooking. But he felt proud to say it. "No!"

"Try it first, just refuse" said Lara. He placed some fried dumplings on the plate and brought them closer to Greta. "You must like it."

Greta glanced at the food in front of her. "Can this get fat?"

Lara shakes. "If only a few should not," Lara replied casually.

Suddenly, Greta thought of putting salt in Lara's cooking in the frying pan. He secretly took the salt and put it in Lara's cooking. At that time Lara was busy looking for a rice box in the closet. Greta herself did not put too much salt into Lara's cooking out of fear.

"This salty taste will make Brother Alex angry," muttered Greta in the heart.

Lara saw clearly what Greta was doing. However, he does not want to scold Greta because Lara is tired of arguing. He turned his body and walked closer to his cooking.

"Other times if you want to give salt, a little bit!" satirize Lara with a soft tone.

Greta widened her eyes. The woman turns around and decides to leave Lara alone in the kitchen. While Lara adds sugar and water to her cooking.

"Greta ... Greta. Very funny anyway. Though indeed this dish is less salty," muttered Lara with a smile on her lips. He returned to taste his cooking to make sure the cuisine was delicious or not.