As Miguel drove to the office that morning, his mind keep flashing back to what his grandfather said about the Agathas request.
"Can I really let Bella Trump go?" He wondered.
As he continued to drive, a school boy in a bicycles suddenly overtake him almost causing an accident which made Miguel stopped the car.
That's when Miguel realized that he had to take her away from Emerald Villa. He had his own house, he can as well take here there.
Grandpa went for golf club as usual when Miguel returned home only to find his wife at the dinning table eating Noddles.
Miguel watched her pick up her chopsticks, twirl it around some noodles, and stuff it into her mouth as she started to eat heartily.
He closed his eyes, exasperated at her foolishness and called out "Hey Bella Trump can you have some bit of courtesy?."
Immediately, Bella turned her head in surprise.
When she saw Miguel, she almost fell off her chair.
"Hey! Are you practicing how to be a ghost incase you die? Must you always walk without making any sounds?" she yelled.
She patted her chest and sighed repeatedly and said, "Oh I thought there was a ghost."
Miguel gulped, trust her to always have her sharp tongue ready for any whiplash, he walked up to her and asked,
"You were cooking?"
He did not expect her to be able to cook. And it smelled pretty good too.
Bella looked at her bowl of noodles and smiled as she replied, "Yes, yes. This great chef was cooking the most delicious food on earth."
Miguel almost laughed, "So you don't know how to cook something? Wow this moment should be filmed and saved. The rude and Outlandish Bella Trump cooked! "
Bella gritted her teeth and stamped her chopstick on the table angrily, "Hey! If you are something edible then I'll have cooked you! Did you think everything is about shooting guns and signing Contract like a Mafia heir like you?"
Miguel did not know how exactly this woman had grown up without learning how to do anything but to have a sharp tongue to reply every word.
Bella said, "You probably haven't eaten considering how you're home so late. But I'm not an heartless woman, Want some?"
Bella pushed her bowl forward. Miguel looked at what was in the bowl. It looked quite good. There were vegetables, meat, and eggs. Together with the soup, it looked good enough to sell and was very appetizing but no way he would eat something she cooked.
"There's no need. I'm not hungry and even if I was, I won't eat a food cooked by the sharp tongued you" As he said this, he licked his lips subconsciously.
Miguel stood there unmoving. When he felt Bella smile, he breathed in deeply and prepared to scold her.
"Eating so late isn't good for the stomach," he said.
She smiled, "Did I prepare this for you in the first place? Well, I cooked this since I'm in a good mood"
She picked up some noodles and moved them closer until they were right in front of him. With a persuasive expression, she smiled in anticipation as she moved her chopsticks closer to his lips.
The aroma excited his taste buds and started a riot in his stomach. He looked at her in exasperation.
"I'm betting my life on eating this shit you have cooked," he said as a compromise.
She quickly stuffed the noodles into his mouth.
He chewed a few times, finding it actually quite tasty.
"Too salty," he remarked after swallowing.
Although he said this, he ate bite after bite. Slowly and elegantly, he finished the entire bowl.
She stared at him, dumbfounded. Miguel merely raised his head and looked at her coolly. "Why?"
Bella said, "Have you never eaten instant noodles before? Why did you eat it as if you were eating a delicacy? I think all that's left for you to finish is the soup."
"Yes." Miguel looked at Bella's expression and asked in a confused manner, "So what?"
Bella quickly replied , "You should be grateful that you get to eat this great delicacy thanks to me. A Mafia boss like you would never eat Noddles but I made you eat them"
Miguel watched Bella speak with an exaggerated expression. He looked at her calmly and said, "Madam, This is junk food."
"Delicious junk food!" Bella corrected him.
Miguel shook his head and looked at Bella silently, a smile crept up his face too.
Bella patted her stomach and said, "Now that I've eaten my fill and in a good mood, I'm going to bed."
Miguel looked at her. "It looks like you're in a really good mood. Did you win a lottery or you're happy because you're my wife?"
Bella scoffed, "You're always full of yourself, well, we started shooting the movie today and I'm shooting with some superstars, I'm going to be famous and successful. How can I not be in a good mood?"
As Bella said this, she stood there happily and looked proud. Gleefully, she placed her hands on his shoulders.
'Can I really let you go?' he asked Himself as she continued expressing her joy.
"Who would have thought I'll get a role in that big project? I'm just very happy, Being an Agatha Woman can be very sweet"
Thereafter, she looked at Miguel who did not seem too uncomfortable.
Chewing on her fingertips, she said sheepishly, "Did you have to frown over all thing's? I'm sorry. I'm a loud and crass person. That's why I said that I might make you feel uncomfortable if we lived together. But you insisted on marrying me so accept me the way I am"
As if he had thought of something, he looked at Bella and said, "Bella did you think we should move out and live alone?"
Bella looked at Miguel as she said seriously, "Why should we move out? It's nice staying here with grandpa?"
Miguel looked at Bella. His gaze was deep, secretive, and contemplative yet indifferent. Only if she could understand what dangers are lurking in the air around her then she won't have said this.
Under his gaze, Bella felt her heart heating up.
She felt that his gaze was too profound as if he could read a person's thoughts.
His gaze was a bit too sensuous. She wondered what has happened this time around to prompt him into asking her to move out.
Suddenly, Bella said, "I won't move out! No matter what"