Chapter 25: Chapter 25

Helena didn't know since when she no longer considered weekends as special. She had forgotten what it was like to enjoy days off after five days filled with all kinds of things that made her body and mind tense. Her reason for becoming a freelancer had changed her perception of weekdays and weekends. She could work on weekends, and vice versa. Ah, to be honest, she couldn't really be called working because there was hardly any pressure and obligation there. She only channeled her hobby of cooking and writing though the mood to do that rarely appeared.

However, everything had changed since her first cafe was founded. She also intervened to build the place. There was no way she gave the execution with no control from her, right? Although that person was Rachel, who incidentally was her trusted assistant, she still wanted to know the ins and outs of the business and future developments.

But, again, she didn't have a fixed schedule for running her cafe. She only came two or three times a week to check on the progress of her business. It didn't take long because once she was satisfied, she would leave.

That situation lasted for months until it became a habit for her. Even when they got married, the routine didn't change. What else could she do? She was not an office worker with fixed working hours, like Aaron. And again, her husband never protested or demanded anything from her.

Like this morning, for example. Helena knew that it was almost noon when she woke up from her sleep. In fact, she had already set an alarm that would usually wake her up like any other day. Unfortunately, the drowsiness was so overwhelming that Helena couldn't remember when to turn off the reminder and went back to sleep. Blame the horror film she watched last night that made it hard for her to close her eyes.

Her body almost jumped after looking at the clock in her room, which was already half-past ten. She was late! She reflexively kicked off the blanket and immediately got up from her bed. She even forgot that the door was locked and cursed why it wouldn't open. Yes, panic hit her, though there was nothing to make her react that way.

She was only halfway down the stairs just as Aaron came out of the bathroom on the first floor.

"MornMorninhe said when their eyes met.

"Morning," she replied, a little embarrassed. She felt like being caught red-handed because she woke up late. But, she tried to calm down and was no longer hurry.

"I've prepared breakfast. Eat that." He said while following her footsteps towards the dining room. He then sat down there, right next to his wife.

Of course, she saw it. The often empty dining table was fillfillNot much. Just a piece of toast, strawberry jam, an omelet, two grilled sausages, a small plate of fruit, and a glass of milk. She could say that it was a complete breakfast menu and certainly filling her stomach. Aaron really prepared it well. "Sorry, I woke up late," she admitted her wrong and felt guilty about that.

She felt terrible for letting him prepare all the food in front of her by himself. Moreover, she had already broken her promise. Oh, she must still remember their marriage contract, which clearly stated not to miss a meal together. Like him, she also tried to keep the promise they had agreed upon. Although it seemed trivial, she still felt guilty for breaking it.

Aaron smiled, then gently ruffled her hair, making her long black hair messier. "Don't worry. I know you had a hard time sleeping last night."

Her forehead wrinkled. How could Aaron know? She, indeed, had trouble sleeping last night. Correction. She didn't sleep last night. Snippets of horror movie scenes kept haunting her every time she closed her eyes. She had tried to divert her focus. And nothing. Her brain didn't want to let go of the gripping fragment. Indeed, she regretted having challenged her own guts.

"I've offered to accompany you to sleep. But you refused." He reminded her of his idea before they parted ways to sleep.

Her lips pursed. She grumbled inwardly. Her husband's idea sounded much scarier than a horror movie or a frightening figure that appeared there. What else could happen to two adults alone in the same room? You do guess for yourself.

"I'll rewarm the milk," he said, taking the glass of milk on the table to take to the kitchen.

"No need," she responded quickly. She stopped Aaron's movement, which was about to get up from her chair. "I have no problem drinking cold milk," she continued.

He nodded, then returned to his seat. He put his hand on the table and propped his chin there.

Aaron tilted his head towards his wife to be satisfied to see her face. "If you're scared, you shouldn't suggest watching horror movies," he commented as the woman next to him started to enjoy his homemade breakfast.

Helena muttered under her breath. She could not deny it because his words were not wrong. Helena was brave and afraid at the same time. She was also human that couldn't contain her feelings in different boxes.

"Next time, if you want to see a horror film, we'll just watch it in the daylight."

A nod in agreement she gave. She liked horror movies. But apparently, the night was not the right time to enjoy it. By the way, his food was good, especially the omelet. "This is delicious," she said sincerely.

He smiled in relief. He inevitably was glad that Helena liked what he had prepared for her. "Thanks. I'm glad you enjoyed it."

She knew his cooking skills were not bad. The proof was that her husband often took over the kitchen and cooked something for their meal. Even if it was just a simple dish, she could enjoy it all. After all, she was not a chef who would judge someone's cooking. As long as it still suited her taste, she would never have a problem with it.

"How's your cafe doing?"

"The interior design is almost finished. I think the renovation can start next week," Helena replied, then shoved a piece of sausage into her mouth.

"If you need help, just tell me."

Helena flashed a wide smile. "Don't worry. I have experience dealing with this. Also, I can always rely on Rachel for this matter." She calmed him with her words. Those were facts. Oh, her first cafe had taught her a lesson. She already knew what she needed for the smooth running of her cafe branch. Indeed, not much different from the construction of her first cafe. "I will definitely tell you if I really needed help," she added.

Aaron smiled back at her. Nothing made him happier than being an essential part of his wife's life. Whatever that was.

His hand moved to clean the corner of her lips from the breadcrumbs left there. "By the way, I've done some of our homework. I've finished washing clothes and drying them, cleaning the entire bathroom and all the rooms on the first floor." He mentioned one by one of the household chores he had completed. Weekends were indeed his days to contribute to cleaning their homes.

Her face changed. It was apparent she wanted to object. They usually agree on the division of tasks together, not just as long as she or Aaron did it. "Then what should I do?"

He looked thoughtful. "You can clean the second floor, this dining table, and plan our menu for the week ahead. I'll accompany you shopping this afternoon."