Helena grunted. Suddenly, her frustration that had been subsided was back. What was the point of Aaron distracting her if he reminded her back of the source of her resentment? And should he ask the question that she believed he had known the answer to?
His gaze was so intensely fixed on her. However, Helena did not do the same. No, she didn't dare to look back at him. She was afraid to fall on the charm of those eyes, so that tore down her defense and made her show her fragility that always wanted to lean on her husband's chest. But, this was not the right time to do it. She needed her pride to remain steadfast in this absurd situation. Ah, she couldn't even describe her condition. There were too many emotions mixed. Angry, upset, disappointed, hate, exasperation, and great love for her husband.Unfortunately, she was not the type of person who felt uncomfortable being looked at that way for long. Aaron seemed to express all the feelings of his love through his gaze. ThereHelena didn't know since when she no longer considered weekends as special. She had forgotten what it was like to enjoy days off after five days filled with all kinds of things that made her body and mind tense. Her reason for becoming a freelancer had changed her perception of weekdays and weekends. She could work on weekends, and vice versa. Ah, to be honest, she couldn't really be called working because there was hardly any pressure and obligation there. She only channeled her hobby of cooking and writing though the mood to do that rarely appeared.However, everything had changed since her first cafe was founded. She also intervened to build the place. There was no way she gave the execution with no control from her, right? Although that person was Rachel, who incidentally was her trusted assistant, she still wanted to know the ins and outs of the business and future developments.But, again, she didn't have a fixed schedule for running her cafe. She only came two or th
"What do you want me to cook?" Helena asked after being reminded of her recent activities. She planned to make it a habit. Creating a menu list for the following week. This week, she had explored several types of Thai food, though not all of them were carried out. And before this week ended, she had to determine another menu to enjoy with her husband. And unexpectedly, this method made it easier for her to make a shopping list."It's up to you," Aaron replied, entirely putting his choice on his wife."Don't be like that. You'll also eat my food later. Or at least give me a recommendation. Asian? Western? African?"A wrinkle appeared on his forehead as he heard the last word spoken from her lips. "Do you know African cuisine?" he asked doubtfully. Of course. Some people rarely talk about this type of cuisine. It was so rare.She smiled clumsily. "No. But I can find out," she said while showing her grin. "Do you want to try that?"He shook his head. "Next time
Helena watched Aaron lighting three small candles that he had deliberately placed in the middle of the dining table. Her eyes followed his husband's movements as he walked over to the light switch, turning off the light source on the first floor and leaving only the dimly lit lamp in the kitchen. Then the man walked back into the dining room. He pulled a chair that was directly opposite him then sat there."How is this? Looks romantic, doesn't it?" he asked, satisfied with the results of his work. Oh, of course. He prepared everything, from cooking their dinner meal to setting the table with simple decorations. He only put the little candles there, and he was done. Their romantic dinner was ready to begin.Helena giggled as she saw everything, how his efforts to prepare everything. Actually, from the beginning, her hands were itching to help his husband. However, he stopped her and told her to sit back and relax. So, since then, she had had no other job than to pay attenti
Helena and Aaron's activities on Sunday were not much different from their previous weekends. Their morning started with breakfast together, then shared their housework. After that, they were free to do what they wanted. And since they lived alone and most of the housework had been done the previous day, there was more free time. Most often, of course, they used to relax together. Like today, for example. The couple was engrossed in sitting next to each other and seemed to flirt with each other.Wait. Flirting with each other? Really?In fact, only Aaron was the one who seduced Helena. The man deliberately kissed her neck and open shoulders so that his wife squirmed in ticklish. Worse, both his hands hugged her tightly so that she could only struggle on the spot without being able to escape."Stop it," she said in between laughs due to the tickled from his lips.It was not him if he immediately obeyed her request, especially in a situation like this, which was hi
"Good morning, Sir," said Beatrice while smiling broadly at her boss, who was standing and was opening the door for her."What are you doing here?" Aaron asked, clearly surprised to see her presence at his doorstep. Of course. He did not call his secretary at all. Likewise, Beatrice did not inform him about her visit. "What's the matter?" He asked again, amid his surprise."I want to give the file that Mr. Stone's secretary sent for your meeting tomorrow. Mr. Stone also ordered through his secretary that you were asked to study it first so that tomorrow's meeting went smoothly," she answered at length. She then reached into her extensive bag and pulled out a green folder from it. After that, she handed the map to him. "This is, sir."Aaron received it with mixed feelings. He was both surprised and confused by this sudden situation. "Isn't the meeting scheduled with Mr. Stone tomorrow after lunch?" he asked, starting to open the green folder and skimmed through its con
"Honey," Aaron called while following Helena's footsteps towards the living room. He saw the woman throw her body quite hard on the enormous sofa there. There were lines of irritation on her beautiful face, or perhaps jealousy, which she no longer concealed as before. She was angry, of course. He would react the same way if a man who liked his wife appeared in front of their house. This house was their private area that uninvited guests could not invade."May I sit next to you?" he asked, which immediately got a glare from her. She did not answer him. Nor did she show a rejection gesture. So, he thought that she agreed.He immediately sat down next to his woman. He looked at her lovingly. Then, his hand reached out to touch her face but was quickly pushed away by his wife."Don't touch," She hissed sharply. Both her hands crossed in self-defense over the situation. Really, she wanted to explode right now."You're angry?" he asked again. Anyone who saw it would in
"She did what?" asked Sophie, appearing so surprised."Came to my house uninvited," Helena repeated the information she had just conveyed.As usual, Helena and Sophie's long-distance friendship was in contact with each other via video calls at least once a week. Whenever. It depended on the free time each of them had. And since Helena was a freelancer, her free time was unlimited. Plus, Sophie, who was taking her leave to prepare for the birth of Blue, their first daughter, the time they spent together became more frequent. Practically, on weekdays when Helena was alone at home, just like Sophie, they would take the time to talk, whether it was by telephone or face-to-face using video calls."How dare she!" cried Sophie, feeling annoyed. Just hearing her best friend's story already made her angry. How about she experiencing it firsthand? She could only hope that such an incident did not happen in her marriage life. "Then how did you react?" she asked enthusiastically.
"How?" Helena asked with eyes that looked expectantly at Aaron. Currently, the two were sitting side by side, enjoying dinner at their minimalist kitchen table.Aaron closed his eyes, trying to taste the food in his mouth after having previously been tempted by the smell that emanated from the food served before him. "Hmm," he mumbled as he chewed slowly the dark-colored piece of meat that was rich in taste. "Have you ever failed at cooking?" He asked after swallowing his food."I have, although rarely," answered Helena, still showing the same look when she looked at him. "It doesn't suit to your taste, does it?" she asked doubtfully and worriedly.He turned to her and looked at his wife for a long time. Then a smile appeared on his face. "This is delicious. I've never eaten this dish. What's it called?" He spoke a series of words. He shoved another bite into his mouth again.A soft sigh escaped her lips. She was relieved that her experimental cooking was success