Revenge of an Abused Wife

Revenge of an Abused Wife
Simple Food


Czech ...


Milan opened the room door, with an uncomfortable feeling he began to come out of the room with a real sense of reluctance, wearing clothes like this was new to him and of course he felt insecure.


Zergo who is currently preparing food on the table also looks to look with perfectly rounded eyes, he said, he who was in the dining room that was not too far from the living room where Milan was smiling full of amazement.


Milan's body wrapped in a home negligee looks so dazzling in the eyes of Zergo, and looks natural different from the Milan he has always seen on Television so far, so far, until he unconsciously continued to look at Milan's face until finally the woman turned her head and looked back at him with a sharp gaze.


''Uhuk ... The shirt suits you, said Zergo bowing his head feeling nervous.


''You mean, these ordinary clothes fit me?''


''That's ... Ehem ...''


''Ish ... Just so you know yes, I was first wearing kayak gini clothes, Milan walked over.


''O yes ...? not that women usually like to wear clothes like gini?''


''Yes, usually. But I don't really like it, I prefer clothes that look glamorous and of course expensive clothes.''


''Hmm ... Yes-yes, a beautiful artist like you who likes cheap clothes like gini, but really you know, you are beautiful wearing that shirt.''


''So you mean, I'm not pretty wearing that outfit, that beautiful expensive dress, huh ...?'' Milan pulled a chair and sat down while staring at the dining table which now has some food ready to eat.


''No, that's not what I mean, Miss.''


''Milano ... Call me Milan, don't use Miss All. I said, Don't call me Miss.''


''Yes, sorry ....''


''This is all you cooking?''


Zergo nodded his head.


''Is there really no restaurant around here? I never eat food kayak gini, '' Milan stared one by one side dishes served.


''Do you have money to eat at restaurants? not all of your money was brought with you by robbers?''


''He .. he .. he ... Yes, you brash robbers, just be careful if you see you again.''


''Would you like to meet again? you dare to fight them?'' zergo pulled out a chair and sat down.


''Yes .. yes ... yes ... Be-dare 'lah,'' Milan with a little stammering.


''Ha .. ha .. ha ... I don't need to discuss robbers anymore, now we just eat first, see there are sour vegetables, fried chicken, fried tempeh as well as fried tofu as well, o yes sambal terasya also exist.''


''Hmm ... I'm actually hungry anyway? but-'' Milan did not continue his speech.


''But why? if you are hungry just eat, do not be ashamed, just assume I am not here.'' Zergo put a mouthful of rice in his mouth.


''Hmm ...'' Milan stared one by one at the food on the table.


Although hesitant at first, Milan finally filled the plate with rice, although only a little added side dishes that exist. Slowly Milan began to put a spoon of rice into his mouth, and chewed it slowly.


''Where ...?'' zergo asked, looking at Milan's face and smiling for a moment when he saw the look on the woman's face now changed into a smile.


''Hmm ... It feels good too.''


''It's better to eat it with your hands, you know. Like me, said Zergo showed his hand now that had been smitten with rice.


''Ikh ... No, my hands are dirty later.''


''So ...? Hm ....''


Curious about what Zergo said, Milan also tried to eat by hand, a flick finger with a glowing red nail seemed awkward grabbing the rice and doing what Zergo had suggested.


One mouthful of nasi+tempe in chocolate with sambal also managed to land in the tiny mouth of Milan and instantly he closed his eyes like feeling a different sensation with the food that is now inside that mouth.


''Hmm ... It turned out delicious, '' muttered Milan with a mouth full of food.


''Well, I said also what.'' Zergo said with a smile, a smile that was so sweet made Milan instantly feel fascinated.


'It turns out she's sweet too, kind, independent, mature, smart cook too, ' (Inner Milan )


"Why aren't you married?'' milan's question suddenly made Zergo choke.


''Uhuk ... Whahuh? what are you?'' asked Zergo rubbed his chest which suddenly felt tight.


''Drink first, anyways you are asked that directly keleselek.''


''Yes, hold your question for a moment, I drink first.''


Glug ... Glug ... Glacier ....


The sound of drinking water passing through Zergo's throat sounded loud making Milan immediately laugh.


''Udah drink it?'' milan still smiled sweetly.


''Yes, try to repeat. What were you doing?''


''Why aren't you married? even though your age is ripe like it is, continue to have your own business again, asked Milan with a mouth full of food.


''Wait for you to be a widow first, '' said Zergo, and this time Milan were choking.


''Uhuk ... What kind of answer is that?'' milan immediately grabbed a glass and drank the water.


''You are 'nanya, yes that is my answer.''


''Who said I would be a widow? don't ngarep.''


''Come on, my feeling says so.''


''Ngaco ... Until whenever I will not be a widow, so .. throw away hope, Zergo.'' Milan with great emphasis.


''Who knows, right?''


''Diih ...!''


''Ha .. ha .. ha .. ha ...! just hope first, who knows come true in the future, Zergo with full confidence.


Milan smiled instantly, for some reason the pain that today he got seemed to disappear, betrayed, robbed anyway, plus had to go to the traditional market, he said, making this day will truly be a day that will never be forgotten by the woman named Milannita.


Eating a table with someone he just knew and eating simple food like this was new to Milan, but somehow, his heart was now calm, happy and instantly happiness filled the recesses of his heart.


Actually, this is what she misses from her husband, simple things that might make her marriage more colorful, but even though her husband never did this.


Their domestic relationship even feels bland and just a status on paper, both of them forget their respective roles as husband and wife and even forget their respective duties as a couple who have been firmly tied by the rope of marriage.


Caviar Klan is always busy with his work as President Director of a famous company, while he who is a famous artist is busy with his work as a public figure.


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