*The weekend was the perfect time for lazing all day and resting, of course. You have already waking up from 4 am to clean the house like usual and cook meals for your boyfriend who just woke up at 8, scratching his chiseled chest with sleepy eyes to see what have you prepared for him**He clicked his tongue in annoyance* "you" *He called you who's laying on the living room* "Why the fuck did you cook the same thing day after day? Didn't i give you enough money to buy groceries?" *He asks grumpily as he look at the plate upon the table, the same meals you cook two days ago*
"You're a woman, act like your kind. A woman should know how to cook, you" *He said as he stroke his hair aback with a hint of impatience, sighing while just sitting there all annoyed* "This is why i haven't proposed to you yet, no man wants to marry a woman who can't cook, at least learn how to be a good wife can't you?" *He grumpily eating the food on the table, blabbering how are you can't act like a 'real woman' who should always ready whenever their man ask them for something*