Chapter 25 - Salty
He raised the towel and began to dry his wet hair. He grabbed the hairdryer on the table and switched it on. The hot hair blew on his hair and it furiously fluttered. After a minute of enactment, he switched it off and dropped it when his hair was completely dried.
Adrik proceeded to pick up a comb to comb his messy hair. His brow creased deeply as his finger moved from one comb to another, contemplating which to pick. He had never done his hair by himself before, so he had no idea how it was done. His maids were the ones who always cared for his hair, and he never paid attention. Was he even supposed to?
He doesn't even know what to do first: to comb and brush after, or to brush and comb after. His face puckered and a low groan escaped his lips. Was he going to call for his maid at this time?
Leia, who had been staring at him the entire time, grimaced in annoyance. Who doesn't know how to comb their hair?! She pinched her brow and raised her eyes to gaze at him once again.
Adrik let out a deep breath and abruptly got up from the chair. His eyes unexpectedly dilated and he nearly flinched back.
Standing in front of him was his little wife, with crossed arms and an irritated expression on her face. "Anything?" Adrik squinted his eyes and asked with a calm tone.
"No. It's just that I find it very funny how you can't comb your hair." Leia leisurely blinked her lashes at him and her brow slightly arched.
Adrik darted his eyes around in embarrassment and abruptly cleared his throat. "To keep my mind off minor things like this, I think of a lot of things. Besides, I believe it shouldn't be too surprising that I can't comb my hair." He smiled awkwardly and fluttered his long lashes at her.
Leia shook her head and pointed at the chair he was sitting on before. "Sit." Adrik fluttered his eyes in confusion, and they dilated when he understood what she meant by telling him to sit down. She was going to do his hair. A warm smile made its way to his lips, and he turned around to sit back down in the chair.
Leia walked to the table and picked up a comb and a bottle of oil that had the name "Coconut oil" labeled on it. She sprayed and rubbed it on his hair, then began to slowly comb his hair.
Adrik watched her through the mirror, and a tender glint flashed in his eyes. He cleared his throat and smiled at her. "Little wife, do you mind telling me how the breakfast tasted?" He wriggled his brow funnily, and a confident smile made its way to his lips. Not to brag, but he is one of the best cooks anyone knows.
Leia halted combing his hair when she heard his question and raised her eyes to stare at him. "Are you sure you want to know?" She arched her brow and resumed combing his hair.
"Yep, I do." Adrik shrugged, with a confident smile still visible on his face.
"Okay... First, let's talk about your chicken soup." She sprayed more oil on his hair and picked up a brush from the table. "Maybe it would have turned out okay if you hadn't added too much salt." She glanced at him and continued to brush his hair.
"Huh? Salt?.." Adrik's brow furrowed, and he stared at her with confusion in his eyes. He had tasted the soup when he was done cooking it and was sure it wasn't salty.
"Yes, salt! The soup tasted so salty that I couldn't bear to have another spoon." She shook her head as though disappointed, with a pessimistic expression on her face.
"O... okay. What about the salmon? " He asked, with anticipation in his eyes. He's very much confident in this one because Alex tasted it and confirmed that it was excellent.
"The salmon?—" Leia stopped brushing his hair, and her face turned irritated. "-Don't even talk about the salmon. It was the worst! Gosh, it tasted like a dead fowl! A dead fowl! I got the urge to puke out everything in my tummy just from one bite." Her face grimaced and she pulled on his hair, causing Adrik to hiss a little in pain. He raised his eyes and gazed at her through the mirror in a questioning manner. Why the hell did she pull his hair?
He took a deep breath, and the confident smile was no longer visible on his face. "What about the"
"Don't even talk about the sandwich." She cut him off before he could finish his sentence. "-It tasted so bland, my taste buds rejected it. You can't even make a simple sandwich! Such a disgrace." She shook her head and resumed brushing his hair. "If you want to be a good cook, you need to learn from a master chef." She nodded her head and picked up a band to wrap his hair into a bun.
"So... You mean the foods you ate today were bad?" Adrik asked with a dead expression on his face. He was not expecting any of that. He expected a nice compliment. I mean, it wasn't easy for him to make those breakfasts for her.
Leia took a deep breath and gazed at him through the mirror. "Very, very bad." She tied up the whole hair and gave it a nice finishing touch with her hand to make it perfect. "If you want your food to impress me, you've got to do better than that." She dropped the brush on the table and walked over to the bed to lie down.
She snuggled under the sheet and closed her eyes. Minutes later, she finally dozed off to sleep. Adrik stared at her and took a deep breath. He wasn't dumb to not know she was just being mean to him. He knew what he was capable of in the field of cooking, so his little wife could not lie to him.
He turned to gaze at his hair through the mirror, and his eyes widened a little in awe. He nodded, and a small smile appeared on his lips. She was good at this. He stood up from the chair and walked to the bed. Adrik slipped in beside her and wrapped his arms around her waist, then pulled her closer to him.