Keyra served the fried chicken onto a plate, then put the chili pepper she had made into a saucer, transferred the rice from the rice cooker to a special bowl for rice. She arranged the food on the dining table neatly and didn't forget to pour a glass of water there, because only Aaron would be eating.
Keyra breathed a sigh of relief because she had finished her task. Sometimes she massaged her stiff and sore shoulders, then walked towards the living room where Aaron was casually sitting on the couch with his feet on the table.
"Dinner is ready." Keyra sat down beside Aaron, but not as close as when they were dating. She kept a little distance from her husband for fear of getting harsh treatment again while her body was still in pain.
"Why are you even sitting here?" asked Aaron flatly.
"Because I don't want to eat," said Keyra.
