Upon his return home, Aiko arrived at seven in the evening, though he was not drunk, he had clearly downed some alcohol. His mind had become consumed by thoughts of what to do about his current lover, a former maid of Yuloka. He couldn’t have an affair on the sidelines while married, whether he wanted a wife or not did not matter. He would spend his afterlife in hell if he did that.
He opened his door, and then suddenly… he smelled a dreadful horrid scent coming from the kitchen.
He closed the door behind him, and noticed the open windows and double doors throughout the small home. Momo had clearly opened them for the cool of the desert to enter into their hot home.
His nose twitched as he noticed such an unappetizing smell. The scent of it could kill any and all animals within fifty miles. He walked to the kitchen door, seeing Momo stirring food from the sizzle of the oil from the pot, likely why she didn’t hear him.
She hummed something, that was until the wooden floor underneath Aiko creaked as he shifted his weight. She turned quickly, surprised, then smiled. He could tell that clearly the beam was fake.
“I made dinner,” she said quietly.
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