Wrong Concern | Namra x Onjo | AOUAD

Ch.5 (Pt.1) • Nicknames

(Onjo's POV)

I woke up because I smelled something burning inside Namra's house and completely stood up to run towards the kitchen.

"Hey! Namra! There's a fire!"

"A fire at your house, maybe." She answered me and continued making breakfast.

"If my house catches fire, It will spread to yours as well." I explained.

I saw her making a sandwich when I tried stealing it.

"It's mine." She scolded me and hit my hand.

"Where's mine then?" I asked with a sulking face.

I tried stealing the bread again when she hit me and asked "Are you my husband or what? Why do I need to make you breakfast?"

"I'm not your husband."

"Make one for yourself." She said with a smirk.

I just watched her fix up the things she used and immediately stole her sandwich.

She tried to snatch it away from me but I already had it in my mouth.

"Damn it." She murmured.

"Though I'm not your husband, I can eat your sandwich." I said and continued biting the bread.

"Thank you.~" I added.

She just watched me eat the bread and just ate the hotdogs she cooked.

I saw her take a look at her watch and asked me "Are you done eating?"

I burped in front of her and smiled.

"You are? Go back to your room." She said with her serious face.

"Well, I can't. I still need the key from my brother. I hope you aren't so cruel as to make me wait outside."

"I don't care. Get out."

"Please~"

"Get out." She said,

I saw her smiling slightly so I continued begging.

"Please, Please?~" I smiled brightly at her and so did she.

I saw her teeth with that pretty smile she's hiding.

"Pretty, Please?~"

"Who on earth told you this was cute?" She asked and continued laughing.

"You're telling me right now. So? Did it work?" I asked her.

She went back to her serious expression and rolled her eyes.

"Fine. Stay. But you wash the dishes. More importantly, do not touch my stuff. Got it?" She explained and touched my chin.

"Got it, pretty!" I said and pinch her cheek.

I just watched her get her bag when she noticed i'm touching her coffee maker "Don't you touch that! Hand off it. And clean up nicely." She scolded me again and washed her hands before heading outside.

"I want to wash my hands too." I said when she splashed the water at me.

"I'm leaving. Wash the dishes. If I see any stain on them, I'll barge in your room and yell at you."

"Alright, wifey. Roger that." I said and made an angry face after she left.

I finished washing the dishes and looked around her room again.

Of course, I didn't listen to her and sat at her chair where her computer is.

I saw her sketchbook and immediately opened it to see how good her drawing skills are.