I'm cooking eggs and toast, my Honeybug's favorite breakfast. I've managed to wake up on time today, so she won't get stingy as she always does. I stare at the spread-out egg yolk. I remember Anita's grumbling from that one time.

"ALWAYS. AND I MEAN IT, ALWAYS COOK THE YOLK OVER EASY, OKAY? I hate the feeling of runny yolk. It tastes disgusting. Yuck!"

I just have to wait now. Everything is set, the toasts are on another pan. The coffee is brewing. I just have to wait for everything to cook. I take a deep sigh and close my eyes. I find myself lost in my thoughts as I start to plan my day, as usual, trying to think about my upcoming lectures and the things that had been taught in previous classes. I nod and talk to myself in my own mind, making mental notes as I pre-plan my day.

A sudden chilling giggle pierces the silence of my tranquil thoughts and brings me back to reality, I snap my eyes open and look at the direction of the noise, as I spot my Honeybug, with only her head peeking out the sliding door. She looks like one of those horror movie girls who'd come out of the television to paralyze and kill you with the way her hair is messy, covering most of her face.
"Wah! How creepy!!"

Anita giggles and pouts as she finally reveals herself from the corridor and starts walking into the kitchen slowly with her hands behind her back and walking like a sleek cat.
"How rude. I was just checking up on you. I thought you'd actually ran away and escaped, you know?"
"R-Really? What made you think that, huh?"
"You weren't in bed. That made me search all around the house for you."

I turn to the pan and start basting the eggs with the oil. 
"Whatever. You found me, I'm here. You don't have to worry about anything now."
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As I take a bite into the crunchy toast, I savor the exquisite taste of the food. I chew on the toast and egg combination and start to feel a bit proud of myself, even going as far as giving myself a pat on the back with an imaginary hand. I take a sip out of my mug to down the toast with coffee. As I set the mug down, I find Anita across me, with her breakfast plate untouched. The lawyer has a creepy devious smile on her face. She's staring at me, not even trying to hide it now. I suck in air through my teeth, and ask,
"Is there something on my face?"
"..."

She remains silent. Her creepy behavior digs even deeper, as she lays her elbow on the table, cupping her head in her arms, cradling it in the process. I don't really question this behavior, since I know better. I groan and go back to eating my breakfast as I can't risk being late for university. 
"I was thinking about which fingernail of yours to pull out when I was angry searching for you. I really did believe I lost you, y'know?"

The piece of egg and toast that I'm holding freezes midway to my mouth as I stare at her, a mix of fear and alarm etched across my face.
"R-Really? You'd go that far? Just because I ran away?"

"Of course, I would. If you ran away from me, I'd find you and snuff you out. Disobeyment precedes Punishment."

A chill runs down my spine as I hurriedly start eating my food quickly, as I don't wanna spend any more time in the same room as this crazed freak. I finish my plate, grab my bag start to rush out the door, as I was already in my university fit when cooking. Just as I brush past Anita, I feel an immense force grab my hand, making me jerk, and stop in my tracks. I slowly turn and look at her, before our eyes meet. I see her with a frown on her face, with a furrowed brow and a hostile look in her eyes.
"Did you forget our agreement?"

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× Anita's agreement clauses:
1.Always kiss your wife before leaving the house.
2.Always tell her where you're going, if not going to college.
3.No talking to women, or flirting with women. Exception : College mates
4.Always greet women who greet you, with a frown so they don't flirt with you or think you're easy. ×
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I shiver as I recall her words. I force myself to smile before leaning and giving her a small peck on her lips.

chu

I pull back and right before I turn away, I feel her other hand reach the back of my neck, shoving my head into her and making our lips meet again, smushing us on top or each other. It doesn't take long for her to start using her tongue and exploring the insides of my mouth as if it had some long-lost gold treasure. I fight back with my own technique, putting one hand around her nape and the other on her waist, slowly coiling myself around her slender body. 

After what seems like 5 minutes, I finally remember that I still have to go to uni. I gather enough willpower and pull back from the make-out sesh. We both huff on each other's faces, as our foreheads kiss, feeling each other's hot breath on our faces.
"T-That good enough?"
I say, using my sleeve to clean up the mess that she's left on my mouth.

"Plenty."