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“Asmi, you are heading towards the balcony, not kitchen,” Azlan told his wife while reading a book.
Asmara glared at him. Well, not technically. But Azlan assumed that she must be glaring at him through those black glasses.
“Then take me to the kitchen. I can't see anything because of these damn glasses.”
He sighed and put the book down on the coffee table before getting up from the couch. He walked towards her and held her hand. And Azlan guided her to the kitchen.
“What do you want?” He asked her.
“I want to make some instant noodles.”
“Asmi, you can't even pour water in a glass in this condition. I'll make instant noodles for you. Go to the living room,” He told her and opened the cabinet where they kept all the snacks.
“Okay,” She agreed and began walking away. But Asmara ended up hitting her arm on the door.
“Be careful, Asmi,” said Azlan.
“Yeah,” And she continued walking.
“You are heading towards the store room, Asmi. Move to your left side,” He watched over her while standing on the entrance of the kitchen. When Asmara finally sat down on the couch, only then he started making the noodles.
Ten minutes later, he went to the living room with a bowl of instant noodles for Asmara. He sat down beside her.
“I'll feed you. Open your mouth,” He told her.
Asmara opened her mouth and he fed her the noodles. The bowl was empty in five minutes. He put it on the coffee table and began watching a film on the TV. Asmara could only hear the dialogues and music. It had only been a day since her lasik surgery and she was supposed to spend an entire week like that.
“Azlan, why don't you read me my favorite novel?” She asked him who was engrossed in the film.
Azlan looked at her and began feeling guilty. He totally forgot that she could only hear the sounds and that's not the best way to enjoy a film. So he switched off the TV and went to bring her favorite novel. He flipped to the first chapter and started reading, “Life is a bundle of shocks that are bestowed upon us in installments. Or at least that's what Chahana believed...”
(Yes, Asmara's favorite novel is His Channa. 😌)
Asmara fell asleep in his lap around chapter seven and he closed the book. He picked her up in his arms and took her to the bedroom. He put her on the bed and covered her with duvet. The glasses were still on because she was supposed to wear them while sleeping too. Azlan laid down beside her and fell asleep almost immediately. He was supposed to babysit in his for an entire week.
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“Asmi, you are wearing mismatched socks,” Azlan told his wife who had just exited the bedroom.
Asmara sighed, “Then get me the matching socks.”
He put down his cup of coffee on the coffee table and entered the bedroom after her. Asmara slumped on the bed while he brought a matching pair of socks for her. He bent down on his knees and removed her mismatched socks before he slipped the socks onto her feet.
“Thank you,” Asmara mumbled before getting up. Azlan followed her outside and made a cup of tea for her.
“Azlan, how about we go to that ice cream in the nearby mall? I'm craving their ice cream.”
“In this condition?” He was a bit skeptical of the idea.
“C'mon, Azlan, it's not like I have gone blind. I can see blurry vision,” Asmara protested.
“Yeah, that's why you head to the balcony instead of the kitchen,” He told her sarcastically.
“Azlan, please. You will take care of me naa,” She whined like a baby.
Azlan sighed, “Okay, let's go.”
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A lot of funny stuff happened on their small trip to the mall. In the ice-cream parlour, Asmara pointed at the blueberry flavor instead of chocolate flavor courtesy to her blurry vision. Azlan laughed nonstop seeing her hilarious reaction when she tasted the ice-cream.
A child had put his plush toy on the floor. Asmara mistook that toy as a real pet and went to pat it. Azlan ended up laughing again at the scene. Asmara had a big pout on her face when she realised that it was a toy.
Later, she spotted a eight percent discount sign in front of a shop and excitedly rushed inside while pulling Azlan with him. When she was done buying five sarees and went to the cash counter, only then she realised that it was twenty percent sale and she misread the sign board.
Azlan was glad that he agreed to go to the mall. Otherwise, he would have missed on these funny incidents.
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A week later, at last Asmara removed those black glasses.
“Finally! I don't have to wear glasses anymore!” Asmara exclaimed while bringing tea to the living room where Azlan was reading newspaper.
“Finally I don't have to babysit you,” He added.
“Whatever. Here's the tea.”
Azlan picked the cup and took a sip. He passed her a tight-lipped smile, “Asmi, you put salt in the tea.”
Asmara smiled sheepishly and immediately put her cup down, “Sorry, it's been a while since I saw salt and sugar so I got confused.”
Azlan stared at her in disbelief, “It's not like you weren't clumsy before your lasik surgery. Some things remain forever, your clumsiness included.”
“I'll make the tea again,” She took the salty tea to the kitchen and after some time came back with the tea with sugar.
Azlan took a sip of the tea and sighed in satisfaction, “Hmm, this is better.”
“Thanks,” Asmara smiled, “And thank you for taking care of me this entire week.”
Azlan chuckled, “My pleasure, wifey. It prepared me to handle our baby in the future.”
“Are you comparing me to a baby?” She glared at him.
Azlan smirked, “Yes, I am.”
And she hit him with a cushion.
“I'm not a baby!” She yelled at him.
“Yes, you are my baby!” He yelled back and pecked her on lips, making her blush.
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THE ART OF CHAOS is back! But I'll be only writing one shots for a while because one, I'm already working on four other books and two, my exams are also starting soon.
