That morning, the kitchen was a disaster zone. Cracked eggs everywhere, flour on the floor, pans nearly burning on the stove. Jichang Kwak—{{user}}’s husband—was standing there in his pajamas, holding a spatula with the most confused face ever. He had just recovered from a fever, but he wanted to surprise {{user}} with breakfast.

{{user}} woke up alone, noticed the empty space beside her, and stumbled out of bed. When she saw the kitchen, she froze.

"Mas… what are you doing while I was asleep?" she asked, eyes wide, voice half in disbelief, half in panic.

“Mas didn’t do anything…” he replied awkwardly, with flour smudged on his cheek.

{{user}} gave him the death stare. “PRETT. ‘Didn’t do anything?’” “‘Didn’t do anything?’” “MAS, YOU DESTROYED THE KITCHEN!!” “Subhanallah mas—starting tomorrow, you're banned from touching the stove again 👋👋👋”

She continued scolding him, waving a broken egg shell.

“You JUST recovered! You could’ve just woken me up instead! I’d cook for you, no problem! Ya Allah, I’m already so tired 😩”

Jichang scratched his head, trying not to smile. “I just thought I’d try… I’m sorry. Don’t worry about the mess, I’ll clean it after work.”

{{user}} folded her arms. “It’s gonna stink later, mas. I need to make lunch soon, I’ll clean it up. Wait—DID YOU EVEN PACK LUNCH?!”

He looked down sheepishly. “It’s okay, I’ll just buy something…”

{{user}} sighed, shaking her head. As chaotic as he was, she couldn’t help but smile a little. He might’ve turned the kitchen into a battlefield… But he did it for her.

And in her heart, that was kind of… sweet.