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*** Zayan forked a bite of the french toast in his mouth and chewed it slowly. It wasn't bad he decided. He didn't know what had gotten into him but he had made breakfast before Maya had woke up and he bought it for her to the bedroom. Perhaps it was because he believed that it was not the wife's duty to take care of the house 24/7. Husbands should contribute too. His mind went back to when Leya had taught him how to make French toast. He bit back a small smile and shook his head at himself. "What?" Maya asked curiously seeing him smile to himself. "Huh? Nothing." He shrugged, mentally scolding himself for being like this. He couldn't help it though. He could never forget Leya. It was just not possible. She might have departed from this world physically but she was always in his heart
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