Wife Contract CEO
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Now that I was with Samuel in the kitchen, he said he'd help me prepare dinner, right? but it seems like what happened was that he just interfered and made me take longer to prepare food.

Since then he always asked me what I was holding I cut and I washed, even just a long bean problem, I argued with him for five minutes.

He asked, what is the name of the vegetables that I cut as an addition to vegetables with coconut milk sauce that I have prepared. I mentioned them one by one. And when I was chopping up long beans, he asked again.

"If that's what's her name?" ask her.

"Long weasel!" answer me briefly.

"But you've cut it short, why still call it a long bean?" her asked with a face expression that was so relaxed after making me sigh in annoyance.

"But it's like this, even though it's been sliced short and sauteed. We still call it the long bean stir-fry!" obviously I was with Samuel already using an example so he could understand.

"Why so, can't you see that the shape is not long anymore, you guys are really weird!" he said while looking again at the spices I had prepared.

I immediately frowned, he called a strange word to your word, I confused you who he meant.

"After you cut it off shouldn't you call it a short bean, so from now on just call it a short bean saute, how about it?" he asked as if he wanted to be an inventor to admit.

I put down the knife I used to cut the long bean and sighed again. I looked seriously at Samuel who had just ruffled the amount of spice I had prepared in a dish.

"Mas, how do I know. What is clear since I was born his name has been like this, want to be cut in the mash want chopped his name is also still long beans!" obviously I'm at length with him and honestly I'm getting pissed.

I stood up from my seat and immediately grabbed the plate that he had ruffled his dose from earlier. He even added the salt I had scorched.

"And if you keep adding salt, you'll be high in blood!" I said as I grabbed the plate and brought it near the stove.

"Are you sure, the condiment you prepared was the right dose?" her question was underestimated.

I put the plate back and stopped putting the seasoning into the coconut milk sauce.

"What do you think of the fried rice I made at that time?" ask me.

"Not bad, but also not as good as restaurant cuisine!" he said it made me breathe.

"Is that all you're going to cook? just two menus, that fried fish and that vegetable?" ask Samuel again.

"No, I'll make you a sambal too. Do you like it spicy?" ask me.

I deliberately didn't make the vegetables spicy because I didn't know if Samuel liked spicy or not.

And Samuel shook his head quickly.

"Not really, I can eat spicy but not really like spicy. I still love my sheep!" said explained.

I just nodded in understanding.

"But I still love you more!" mumble it slowly.

The aliens heard that voice faintly, I was afraid that it was just my delusion. But I'm sure that I actually heard him talk like that.

I approached her, then sat down next to her chair. Not that I feel big-headed or anything like that. But I was really curious about what I heard.

At first glance I heard Samuel say more affection, not too clearly. But I felt like smiling when I heard that sentence.

"Mas, what did you say?" I asked while looking at him with a smile.

"It was when mas said masang on the stomach of the mas, then mas said more affectionate to what after that?" ask me to make sure Samuel understands what I mean.

"Nothing, I didn't say anything after that!" samuel explained. And it seems like he said that seriously.

I got back up from the chair and went back to the stove on which there was already a medium-sized pot with boiling white coconut milk sauce overflowing.

So right, that was just my hallucination, just my delusion. What I was thinking, there was no way Samuel would like me let alone love me, I guess I expected too much.

A few minutes later, the food was ready. I immediately tidied the dining table and served all the food on the table. But I was just about to call father, mother and Ibras. Samuel held my hand again,

"Do you expect me to say something?" ask her in a voice that sounds flat.

I turned around and smiled, I knew where I was and what I meant to Samuel. It's a stupid thing if I wish for something more than just his contract wife. I shook my head slowly.

"No, I didn't expect anything. I'll call mom and dad first!" I said as I slowly removed Samuel's hand from my arm.

I walked towards the living room, but as I looked towards the door, I saw Riksa coming in a hurry.

"Good night, Om Rama, Aunt Anisa what happened?" tanya Rikasi panicked and immediately saw the condition of my father's legs.

I feel a little sad in my heart, Rija is a good man. He looked even more anxious than Ibras.

Riksa immediately asked a beautiful female doctor with boxed glasses to check on my father's condition. Long enough he checked, and Samuel also came out of the dining room, into the living room. He approached Rikas and patted her on the shoulder.

"Eat here tonight, there's something I want to tell you!" samuel said and took Rikas out.

I just saw their departure, I don't want to know what they're going to talk about either. And that's definitely none of my business. The beautiful doctor immediately bandaged my father's leg, as if it was quite severe.

"Doctor what about daddy's injury?" ask me worried.

The doctor smiled before answering my question.

"Your father suffered quite severe injuries, it is better to take him to the hospital...!"

"No need for a doctor, I don't think it's necessary to take him to the hospital!" exclaim Dad.

I was so anxious to hear what the doctor said, but if his father didn't want to then I had to.

"Yes sir, it's okay. Later we will come here every day to check the development of this father's injury, I hope you can really rest and do not move too much. Maybe for three or four days!" the Kartika doctor.

"During that doctor, what about my job?" ask the father who is very worried about his work.

"Dad don't worry, I've asked Rikan to take care of everything, ask permission for father as long as father has not recovered!" samuel who just went inside again.

I looked towards Samuel.

"Can it be like that, son Samuel?" ask dad.

"Sure, there will be a substitute for father duty as long as father is sick!" samuel explained.

I'm glad to see you seemed so relieved to hear Samuel's explanation. I know there's nothing difficult for Samuel. I don't think it's too bad to be his contract wife.

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