Arranged To Marry The Enemy (a Mafia story) by Zainab Ajike (books for men to read .TXT) 📗

Chapter Eighteen

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Be afraid of the calmest person in the room.

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Irina's point of view:

I got home before they did. I didn't even see Roman around. Perhaps he has gone to work. I went to the kitchen and sat down. Should I call Sarah for help or should I just watch it online?

I don't even know what to do. It is a big shame. Roman will get to know that I can't cook today. This is a huge disaster.

What to do?

What to do?

I don't even know. Maybe I should just prepare what I know how to make, right?

Just in, I heard the door of the main door open. They must be here. I don't have to stress myself. Thank God Ruslan knows about this, I am sure loana will understand.

Seconds later, Loana entered the kitchen. I guess she knows the whole house. This house is not new to her, she must have been coming here before.

"Nothing on the stove?" She said in the form of a question.

"I can't cook" I said, exposing myself.

"Whoa, I can't cook. I thought you could cook. Fuck, what will we eat this night?" She asked 

I bursted in laughter all of a sudden.

"Why are you laughing?" She asked, confused.

"I thought I was going to get scolded and embarrassed knowing I couldn't cook but I guess I have a great partner  here." I said between my laughter.

"You look more pretty and cute when laughing. Anyway you are right. I am a great partner, isn't that nice?" She hugged at the end of her statement.

"Ruslan can help us out. He knows how to cook." I told her when I stopped laughing.

"Let's go and call him to help us." She said.

I stood up from the chair and followed her out of the kitchen to the living. There he is pressing his phone but he is not the only one there, he is there with my husband.

Roman sits far away from Ruslan shooting him deadly glares. Immediately he saw me, his glare was focused on me.

That's a bad signal, so I decided to look away from him.

"I didn't know you could cook." Loana said to her husband.

"I can but I do hate cooking" He replied her and he placed his phone away from him to the table so Loana could get full attention from him.

How romantic!

My husband can never do such a thing to me.

"Come on, none of us here knows how to cook. Help us out." She commanded him.

"Okay, okay. I will. Just know that you will reward me later for going through stress." He said in a romantic way, sending a coffee message to Loana which made her blush. I wonder what that is.

"Roman, join us." She ordered. Roman stood up immediately and followed her. I just stood here with my jaw literally reaching the floor. 

So the great Roman Anton can be ordered by someone? Gosh, I am damn jealous of loana. She is blessed with everything. She can even command Roman? Seriously?

I guess I should start learning from her. I hurried up to the kitchen. 

I might be able to learn two or more dishes today from Ruslan.

"So, what are we preparing today, Chef Ruslan?" Loana asked Ruslan.

"I will just make what I know how to make the most. I am making barabulka, grenki and borscht." He replied to her. 

"I am going to assist you" she said to him. She looked over to Roman who was busy with his face."Come on, Roman. You have to help." She said to him.

"I don't know what to help with." He said with frustration.

"Make the salad. I know you are good at that. Irina will help you with it." She said.

"Don't be bossy right now. I am freaking busy. You should make the salad. I have to go." Roman said aggressively.

"You don't want to help but you will eat part of it." Ruslan commented. It is like he just added petrol to the burning fire. Roman glared up.

"Hey, what did you just say?" He asked ready to attack Ruslan. His face is so damn scary now but Loana was quick to hold him down. 

"Come on,stop this. He is just joking." Loana said as she held his arm.

"What's wrong? Is anything the problem?" She asked him gently to calm him down. He closed his eyes in relaxation.

"Nothing." He said curtly.

She cupped his cheek in her hands and asked him again.

"Come on, feel free to tell me." 

"I can't believe you let this jerk into my house and he is fucking cooking in  my kitchen tight now using my expensive items and equipment I bought with my money." He complained angrily.

I almost burst into laughter but I controlled myself knowing it won't help the situation. 

I can't believe this guy. He is angry because my brother is using his kitchen to cook for us all. Damn it, he is so immature.

"I promise you, I don't want to but I bear to see my wife and sister starving. That is what makes us different from each other." Ruslan said again.

It is like he is deliberately looking for Roman's trouble.

"Stop it." I muttered as I smacked the back of his head.

"Urgh" He whimpered.

"You say?"Roman's anger glared up again.

"It's okay, come on. He has to. There is nothing wrong in using it, ``Loana said to him.

"There is." Roman was quick to object to her.

"Come on, we are family now and he is preparing what we will all eat. Or do you want Irina and I to starve because of your stubbornness?" She asked him.

"I can order for you, okay?" He said as he glared at me. So what he means right now is that he will let me starve to death while he orders for his sister.

Selfish punk!

"No, cooking together is more fun. Are you okay with it?" Loana asked him with a puppy face, oblivious of what he meant by his last Statement. 

"Fine. You know I can't resist that face." He managed to smile at her.

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