My wife just kicked me out of bed last night and forced me to sleep on the floor. When morning came, she kicked me to wake up and now she's ordering me to cook. She says, "Do you need more slaps to understand that you will be cooking from now on?"
I say, "But..." She raises her eyebrow and I get afraid. I immediately finish the sentence, "I don't know how to cook." Before she could say anything, I look at her and say in a sweet tone, "Babe, I'm sorry. Please forgive me this time?"
"You are going to cook. Now, go to the kitchen and prepare some breakfast."
"Luna, please..."
"If I have to starve because of you, believe me, I'll make your day worse than you can bear."
I sigh and say, "Okay, what do you want to eat?"
"Fry some eggs sunny side up."
"If they get scrambled?"
She laughs, "I promise, you won't want to face the consequences." I move towards the door. She says, "I will reward you if you make it delicious."
"Okay," I say as I leave the room.
(After around half an hour...)
I come back to the room with two dishes and say, "Luna, I'm back."
"Why do you have two dishes?"
I say, "One for you, and one..." I couldn't finish the sentence and she asks, "And one? For whom?"
I seem confused and say, "Me?"
She laughs and says, "Who said you are going to eat?"
I am shocked by her words. I say slowly, "Won't I have my breakfast?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Did you dare to question me back?" I stay silent and keep looking at her. She takes both dishes from my hands and starts to eat from one. I keep looking at her. "Do you want some food?"
I don't respond.
She continues, "Come here and sit beside me."
I follow her orders by sitting on the bed beside her. She says, "Good." She takes some food on a fork and brings it near my lips, "Take it."
I eat it and feel like she is feeding me like a baby boy. I say, "Thank you, dear."
"Don't try to make me romantic; I won't fall in love with you."
"But I did fall."
"Are you going to stay naughty or safe?"
"I would prefer staying naughty with you."
"Then I can't say that you are going to stay safe from my kicks, punches, and slaps for sure."
"Don't scare me, please..."
"Then respect me."
"Sure..."
She feeds me and herself and says, "Now, go to the kitchen and wash the dishes."
I don't want to wash them, but also unable to dare to say no to her. I take the dishes and say, "Okay."
(After washing the dishes...)
I come back to my bedroom and stand in front of her. She was sitting on the bed and looked at my face, "Why are you standing here like a statue?"
"What should I do now?"
"Don't you have to study?"
I nod, "I have to."
"Sit on the chair and study. When will your exams start?"
"By next week."
"What? Go to your table and start studying now. Hurry up!"
"Ya, ya, I'm going, don't get angry."
"Trying to order me?"
"No, I'm not."
"Okay."
I sit on the chair in front of my table and start studying.
"Why am I not able to hear you reading aloud?"
"Do I have to read loudly?"
"What else will you do?" I start to read loudly. After a while, she says, "Robert, you are Robert, right?"
I laugh and say, "Didn't you memorize your husband's name before marriage?"
"Just shut up."
"Okay, I will."
"Do you want me to help you with your studies?"
"I think you should help me."
She comes closer to my table and starts to observe my studies deeply. "Read attentively, or else I'll slap you hard enough that you won't be able to remove the marks by holding ice there for less than a week."
"Oh, calm down, please."
"I think I should test your preparation. Close your books and aswer my questions."
(To be continued...)