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Aquira's POV
"Aquira wake up." "Hmm." "Wake up now sleeping beauty. We're going to have lunch outside." "Why does it have to be outside, when cooking is your expertise." I asked sleepily. He just chuckled.
Martin is no chef but I see him that great in cooking. Kitchen loves him so much. And every month that our fridge was full of groceries, he stays there almost half of a the day and all he do was experiment in cooking. And the fun part was that it always end up in my mouth.
He's actually a photographer.
"Babe as much as I wanted to cook for you. Our fridge lacks enough ingredients and--" "and you forgot to buy new stocks." I cut him. "No, I wanted to buy groceries with you. So I waited for this day." He said casually. I felt my cheeks burnt like a teenage girl who saw her crush. Damn! When will I ever get used to my boyfriend's cheezy-ness? "C'mon babe get up now and get dressed up."
I sighed and kicked off the covers. As much as I wanted to just sleep all day, my stomach was already growling at me, saying that if I don't eat he'll eat itself. I look at him and saw that he's already dressed up with a simple jeans and sweatshirt, but still looks so hot.
"Why didn't you take the medicine?" He asked walking towards me.
As he walk, I see him as a model endorsing an international clothing line. And I don't know how long I've been staring at him. I came back to my sanity when he snapped a finger in front of my face. "A-ah yeah what's that again?" I stuttered.
"I said, why didn't you take the paracetamol?" "Because I'm just hungry earlier. And you can't take medicines if you don't have something stored inside your stomach. Right?" I said matter-of-fact "Why didn't you say so?" He says exasperated. "Because drowsiness dominated my hunger." I simply said. "You're so... so..." "So what...?" I prompt raising an eyebrow. "...so beautiful." "That's what I thought."
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"Hey bring that back!" I hissed when I saw him picking a two bottles of wine from the shelves of liquor and put it to our cart. "Just one." He said raising one finger. I rolled my eyes. "Fine."
I'm leading the way checking one-by-one the list I wrote while eating my brunch in a fast food chain a while ago.
"Babe, where do you want to go next after this?" He asked as we stride through the isle of laundry soaps and detergent powders. "Home." I simply said pointing a brand of fabric conditioner and he oblige. "No!" he objected in high pitch tone. "What do you mean no?" I said as I rolled eyes at him and bend down to get a bar soap.
"You know it's not often you've got a enough time for us to spend together since you got hired in that airlines." He said in a low voice.
I look back at him and see him looking down, lost on his own thoughts. Ow, my guy is such a sweet man. I walk towards him and grab his face to catch his gaze. He's still looking down so I kissed him. He finally looked down at me and I saw longing in his brown eyes.
"Okay you decide. Where do you want to go next?" After I said that he's face lit up and the heavy mood eased. "Let's go watch a movie." He says with his childish victorious grin.
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I Love You from 38, 000 ft.
RomanceAn Airasia QZ8501 inspired. About a flight attendant who posted a message in a napkin sending her love from 38, 000 ft. above to her boyfriend.