You covered your face in shame.

You can't believe the both of you were kicked out of an all-you-can-eat buffet.

No, Mayanka did not make a scene. He did not make a mess, he ate normally. Mayanka was quiet and graceful. No one really paid him any mind except the owner and a few nosy people.

Why? It's because Mayanka would consume ungodly amounts of food at an abnormally fast pace.

He paid $50 for the admission and paid another $50 for yours. However, you estimated that your husband ate at least a thousand dollars worth of food.

You weren't hungry at all. You decided not to eat anything to save face, but it doesn't really help your situation given Mayanka has an appetite of a dinosaur. Mayanka kept travelling back and forth between the table and the food warmers.

In the end, the restaurant probably made a huge loss with him here. They had no choice but to approach the both of you and VERY politely, apologetically request him to leave.

Mayanka didn't put up a fight or act entitled, which you were extremely grateful for. But you left the establishment with a face as red as a tomato.

Back to the present,

"Try." He nudged the jumbo sized chicken cutlet tortilla wrap against your lips. He bought it from the supermarket cafeteria. You knew that he'll keep on bugging you if you don't take a bite out of the food he's willing to share.

And so, you took a bite. It was delicious, no doubt. However, it cannot be compared to Mayanka's version.

He frowned. "Bite so small. How you full?"

"I prefer your cooking and I AM full." satisfied with your response, he pulled the wrap away and took a big bite out of it himself.

"So picky." He muttered, a smile graced his face because you told him that you prefer his cooking.

"Yeah, whatever you say." You replied. Feeling the ache of his and your wallet, the money spent today on food alone is probably enough to buy yourself a second hand car.

Mayanka pushed the shopping cart with his free hand. You followed him and stared at the shelves, the raw ingredients Mayanka would use to make his famous dishes.

"...do we have a definite shopping list?" You asked.

"I got list." Mayanka fished his phone out and launched his 'notes' app. Your husband then handed it to you.

"Mayanka, I literally cannot read this." It's all in Arabic alphabets. Plus, you had to scroll down numerous times before you reach the end of the alleged shopping list.

"Then get the things you can read." There are some in English letters. They're brand names, but... those brands sell many other products, which one?

You asked Mayanka about it.

He sighed and sagged his shoulders.

"Nevermind. I do. Go get Chis." Your husband took his phone back.

"Cheese?"

"Yes. Chis."

"Cheese."

"Chis!"

"The 'e' gotta be longer!"

"You say I say 'Chee' wrong, 'Chis' also wrong. But you can understand, yes? No need to care how I pronounce. You are not nice to me because my english not good and I feel sad because you understand but still want to bully me." Mayanka seem a bit upset that you're constantly pestering him with his English.

"Right, right. Sorry, that shouldn't really bother me this much. Anything else I gotta get?"

"Milk and then ghee. After you take, you give me and I tell you more. Ok?"

"Yep."

"Ok. Thank you. Want bite?" He offered his wrap again.

"Nope." Mayanka quickly fixed your scarf for you before letting you go.

——

Three. Three carts full of groceries.

"Are you sure you wanna use your credit card? I mean... banks are assholes and you don't know what they'll hit you with." You put your head behind your back as the poor teenage cashier struggle to scan everything in a short span of time.

Luckily there wasn't a line because it's already quite late at night. But passerbys kept on looking at the both of you.

You hope that they think he's running a restaurant. Mayanka bought most foods in bulk.

"I know how bank do things even if my English not good. I got internet." He held his credit card out. However, all you see in his hand is a debt generator.

"...alrighty." You gulped.

"Little wife? Can you help me?" You gave him an upward nod.

Mayanka fished out ten dollars from his thick, worn out, leather wallet and handed it to you.

"Huh?"

"Can you buy me ice cream? Also buy one for you too."

"You're STILL hungry enough to eat? You're gonna eat ice cream... in THIS weather? It's cold as shit!" You looked at the counter, the teenage girl seems to be finishing up soon.

"What? You want fire cream? No such thing, so buy ice cream. Mine chocolate." You squinted at him, he's getting sassier these days.

"You don't need to give me money to buy it, I have my own wallet with me." You pushed it back into his hands.

"No." He gently passed it back to you.

"Seriously, I can cover this—"

"(Y/n)." His voice became stern and he gave you a glare. It took every fiber of your being to not become verbally abusive in public, but you successfully managed to swallow your tendencies and took Mayanka's money.

He smiled and pecked your forehead.

"Buy chocolate flavour with... with..." He snapped his fingers, trying to remember what the name of the sweet

condiment is.

"...what you call in English, rice but rainbow and sweet?" He asked.

"Sprinkles?"

"Ah, yes. Sprinkle. I want sprinkle. Go, go, ice cream shop almost close." He gently shoo-ed you away, affectionately and tenderly patting your rear to 'motivate' you.

It did. You spedwalked away with your face burning in embarrassment.

You slowed your pace down when you're far enough to be out of sight. You grumbled, grumpy about your husband's appetite, grumpy about his spending habits, grumpy about the things that happened in the last 72 hours...

Grumpy about his failing health. You're certain that he vomited blood earlier. It was even on his teeth!

You nervously bit on your lower lip. Fearing the costs of his potential treatment, medication and prosthetics bills— of course, you also fear that you might lose him for good, but... money is hard to earn.

You tried pushing your worries away, replacing with reasons why you're grateful for your husband as you walked up to the counter. There sat an exhausted employee in his early twenties, he wanted nothing but to go home and sleep.

"Hi there, what would you like?" He gave you the fakest, customer service smile you've ever seen. The young man seems quite annoyed that you're existing— you don't blame him though, it's your fault for buying ice cream literally three minutes before closing time.

You gave him an apologetic smile and quickly told him Mayanka's order—

...And a couple more scoops of other flavours. That meagre scoop of chocolate isn't going to satisfy his cravings.

"Sure! Anything else?" You saw the employee gripping on the metal ice scream scoop tightly, so tight that his knuckles turned white... and he has a dark skin complexion. THAT is how irritated he is with customers like you.

At least he's still being polite and calm about it.

Oh boy, he's going to explode at any moment now. You wanted to apologize, but it's better that you did not say anything.

"Yeah. That's all."

"Alright!" He chirped through his gritting teeth.

You awkwardly waited at the side. Watching the employee prepare your orders at the brink of tears.

You shook your head, you were once in customer service too. It wasn't a fun ride.

"Here you go, ma'am! Here's your total!" He didn't bother telling you what it is, the employee just pointed at the screen showing green digits.

You promptly paid him and walked away with a large cup of ice cream in hand, covered in sprinkles, crisp wafers, bananas, marshmallows, cereal and chocolate bars. In the corner of your eyes, you saw the same employee pulling on his face in exasperation before dragging himself to the back of the store.

Mayanka was waiting for you near the exit, three filled shopping carts resting around him.

He looked up from his phone and beamed when he saw you.

"I can't tell if that smile was for me or the ice cream." You commented as you presented him the cup of goodness in front of his eyes.

"You. Because I know you love me like how I love you. Very much." He picked up a wafer stuck in a scoop of ice cream and ate it.

"Whyddya say that?" You asked, rubbing your tired eyes. God, all you wanted to do now is go home, take a hot shower then take a one way ticket to dreamland.

"Because you buy me more than I ask." He gave you a kiss on the lips as sweet as the dessert in his hands. Mayanka was so giddy to receive seven extra nine of different flavours.

"Haha yeah, knew that a puny scoop of choco' ice cream ain't gonna satisfy you. Love you too, Mayanka." He dropped his smile and stared at you blankly.

"What— oh, love you too, Mayanka." You tucked your clenching fists behind your back.

The grin returned to his handsome face again.

"Eat, eat." He took a plastic spoonful out of the (fav flavour) ice cream scoop and offered to feed you.

Just because it's the flavour that you liked, you tried your best to ignore the feeling of puking due to overeating and ate it.

"Thanks. The rest is all yours." You gave him a dismissive wave as you held onto the handle of one shopping cart.

"Are you sure? You not eat enough today..." Concern wash over his face.

"Believe me, I ate more than I ever ate in ten years. So please, just... just inhale it out of my sight."

"Ok. I already buy (favourite flavour) ice cream in container anyways." You whipped your head towards him.

"You what?"

He pointed at three huge tubs of frozen (fav flavour) ice cream in the cart that you're pushing.

You're going to eat it until you're sick of it.

You looked at the expensive tubs with your jaw dropped. Mayanka took this opportunity to insert another scoop of ice cream and a chocolate wafer stick in your mouth.

"So late. Time to go home." He chuckled and pushed two shopping carts. Mayanka placed his ice cream cup on the child's seat.

You felt an invisible tear roll down your cheek as you absentmindedly chewed on the sweets he gently placed inside your mouth.

——

"Ughh..." you groaned, unbuckling your seatbelts. Now safe in your garage, you dread the thought of putting the groceries away.

How you wished (wattpad username) the pug is an actual teenage human— your actual son. So he can take your place, putting away the groceries with his father while you go up and give yourself a well deserved bath and sleep.

You popped the trunk open and positioned your fingers around a handle of a shopping bag. But Mayanka stopped you.

"Too heavy, you carry veggies." He handed you another shopping bag, filled with leafy and tuber vegetables.

"Thanks." You still had to lift it with two arms.

You kicked the door connecting your garage and the kitchen open, how convenient.

You opened the fridge to see that it's full. What?

"How— Ugh, whatever." You began forcefully stuffing the spinach into a tiny gap.

"No! Stop!" Mayanka came running in.

"How is this fridge so full?" You mumbled.

"This is... um. 'Always use' fridge, always full. Down room have more empty fridge. I will fix, you just bring things from car to kitchen, ok?" He patted your head lovingly.

"We have more— yeah, you don't need to say anything. I know, I know, I spend more time at work than at home. That's why I don't know many things about our home." He laughed.

"Now you know." Mayanka followed you back to the garage.

The both of you were busy putting away groceries for three whole hours. You never knew that Mayanka has four fridges and five freezers downstairs, each fridge and freezer having it's own specific food group.

For example:

Freezer #1 (nearest to the stairs): Meats and poultry.

Freezer #2: ALSO meats and poultry.

Freezer #3: Seafood.

Freezer #4: His Ice cream stash. There were other frozen desserts in there too.

Freezer #5: Miscellaneous, it was supposed to be for leftovers, but they're uncommon. Unless it was premade batches of food for your pug.

Fridge #1: Vegetables and fruit.

Fridge #2 (with built in freezer): Dairy and rows of eggs.

Fridge #3: Miscellaneous, some doesn't even seem to be edible. You never knew Mayanka did face masks.

Fridge #4: Jars and bottles of pastes and sauces. Also Juices, boxed beverages, alcohol...

His entire basement turned into a food pantry of a big restaurant. Every direction you turn must have food in your field of vision.

...Having an electricity outage must be a nightmare. It happened before while you're at work, Mayanka called you on the phone, sobbing hysterically about the food in the fridge, panicking about the power outage.

At the time, you were a prick and thought he was just overreacting. So you told him that you were busy and hung up. He gave you the silent treatment for a short while before giving into his loneliness, showering you in love and affection just to fill that void in his heart. This is why you never learned to be considerate of Mayanka's feelings back then.

Finally, you placed one last jar of pickled gherkins into Fridge #4 before closing it. That's all for this month, you can't believe that everything would run out in 30-31 days. What is Mayanka, a wormhole?

If there was an apocalypse going on, Mayanka would no doubt eat you when food runs out. You thought to yourself.

"Finished. Yay." He awkwardly brought his hands up in the air.

It took you a second to realize that he wants a double high five. So, you granted his request. Mayanka was generally pleased with you today, he's planning on thanking your boss for 'firing' you. By doing so, Mayanka gets his beloved (y/n) back, the wife that would spend time with him and truly love him.

You? You wanted to kill the entire board of directors for laying you off. Today's activities were worse than working overtime.

"I'm so tired." You leaned against Mayanka's giganic frame, resting against his firm chest. He ran his fingers through your hair and pecked the top of your head.

"You are so nice and cute. I love you." He giggled.

"Love you— I love you too." How many times does he need to say it? You wanted to tell him to shut up and let you sleep in peace.

"You want me carry you?" He whispered, seeing that you're completely drained of energy. You nodded weakly, giving him the go signal to lift you up in his strong arms.

Your husband went upstairs, flicked the switch down to turn the lights off.

Your eyelids were so heavy. Mayanka droned on about how he missed an episode of his soap opera, but it's worth it because he had a wonderful date with you today.

None of it was registered into your brain.