Samaira
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"Sama stop it," he said but it was so difficult.
I mean, I wanted to stop but couldn't. Tears welled up in my eyes and I clutched my stomach tightly. I was laughing like a maniac but how could I hold myself. My husband was all covered in white flour from head to toe feeling embarrassed.
"I....I am try....trying....t....to st...stop." I said between my laughs.
I was waiting for breakfast in the bedroom. I was hungry and two hours passed waiting for him so I went to the kitchen. The scene in front of me was unexplainable. It was a disaster. The kitchen looked like a warzone to me. Everything was covered with white flour, eggshells were spread everywhere and there was a plate full of something black.
"What the hell!" these words automatically left my mouth and my husband
