In a monochrome kitchen with simple but versatile furniture, Gea is cooking chicken soup for Leon. She was at her boyfriend's house because he was sick and no maid or relatives came to take care of him. yes, even if it's just a fever and flu, he's still weak and needs attention.
"Gea," Leon called.
Gea turned to look at Leon who was walking slowly towards her. "Why are you here? You'd better wait in your room or another room. Soon lunch will be ready."
"Hem.. but I want to accompany you to cook," Leon said then hugged Gea from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. "I'm glad you're here. Watching you cook, I feel like I have a wife."
"Oh... It's your fault for not having a wife soon...if you have a wife, then you will see her every day and cook in this kitchen, of course cooking for you," said Gea sarcastically.
