Typical Housewife by AkarshanItna on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

As a housewife it is my duty to work in the kitchen. To cook food for my loved ones. I like that. If that makes me a typical housewife, so be it. But something magical happens every time I cook.

People from around gather by the window to watch me cook. They love the fragrance that comes out of every dish I prepare. They want to take it. Some demand, some request and some beg for a morsel. I give it to them gladly. But then the other day someone suggested me this... "Just do what you do but for the entire locality. Keep giving those who ask for it but in exchange for some money."

It took me a while to understand this cryptic message of his that he was talking about my food. The confusion rose from the fact that throughout this conversation he kept staring at my deep sweaty cleavage. So as my first customer I pack him some food in a box and pays me for it.

Just before leaving he says, "I was talking about your food earlier but if there is any thing else you might like to give, I am willing to take."