Our contrasting tastes

She waited for him to complete bathing for more than an hour and a half, pacing, pouting, and periodically casting a despondent glance at the bathroom door in the hopes that her husband would go out soon.

She muttered to herself, "It's nine o'clock at night, how come the malls and businesses are still open."

Her husband had promised to take Safira to the mall to shop for clothes and other needs once he completed taking a bath, but she had been waiting for him to finish for about two hours.

"How is he able to take a bath for such a long time without sleeping in the bathroom?" She tried to eavesdrop by placing her ear on the bathroom door, but she was unsuccessful.

Opened!

She was taken aback when the bathroom door unexpectedly opened, but calm as if she had done nothing wrong. She looked at her husband, who had a fresh face with water drops visible on the smooth skin, much like a baby's bottom.

"How much water did you need for the bath, I was so exhausted waiting for you to finish bathing. you had promised to buy clothes for me, but night has fallen, I believe the stores are closed." She gave her husband an impatient expression as she regarded his face.

"The clothing is unbearably uncomfortable." She repeated her statement as she tugged at the hem of the white blouse she was donning—a shirt with a tiny embroidery on the breast pocket—that she was wearing since it appeared to be too big for her frame.

As a result of Davino's dislike for Safira's cartoon-printed clothing and the fact that none of her other outfits appealed to him, he made a promise to buy some new clothes. According to him, wearing odd or out-of-date clothing would negatively impact his reputation.

He turned to dry his hair with a tiny towel while still doing so and was astonished to see his wife wearing his shirt.

The words he was about to say became stuck in his throat.

"I'm sorry." Davino's upper body, which featured gorgeous abs, made her gaze down when she saw that he was only wearing a towel around his waist.

He was equally entranced by Safira's beauty while wearing his shirt, which perfectly complemented his wife's long legs in his white shirt.

They grew uncomfortable.

They were uncomfortable to the point that their faces turned crimson, and she unintentionally stepped back to try to avoid Davino. Her feet took a step back, and despite her best efforts to conceal her lips with one hand, you could still see the blush on her face from the fright in her expression. She looked back and then shut her eyes. "I'm sorry. Why don't you wear clothes in the restroom? I had no idea you were naked!" She muttered as her face was on fire. She walked away from him.

"Hah!" He also was perplexed, so he turned around and took a look at the towel that was around his waist.

He also covers up his flushed cheeks. "Sorry! I'm not completely naked, though, and my helper typically helps me dress."

"What?" She gave a silent hiss.

"But I no longer bring my assistance because I got married and opted to live alone." He repeated himself while continuing to towel-dry his hair.

"You claiming that your assistant gave you advice on how to dress. a style of team attire?" She stated.

He remained silent and began to prepare his clothes, but as he lowered them onto the bed, his hands began to shake. He has continued to be afraid of this decision because that the trauma from the past is still ingrained in his mind.

"What do you have on? You cannot wear these clothes!" Davino's face wrinkled in misery as a woman's voice screamed in his head.

"How often have I urged you? Put on the attire I selected! Put on the clothing I chose!"

Davino's knees shook as he tried to recall all of those words; his hands were resting on the edge of the bed, and he nearly fell. eventually, he sat on the edge of the bed and wiped the tension from his face.

With a weak voice and a dejected expression, he begged Safira, who was still backing him, "Can you help me get dressed?"

She furrowed her brows to make sure she had not misheard. "Are you questioning me?" When she turned around, she spotted Davino slouching gazing down, and asked again. She mockingly remarked, "Don't tell me you've never worn your garments with your hands."

He remained silent and nodded feebly while looking dejected.

"If your helper isn't present, why don't you try wearing your clothes this time?"

She sought to test him because she was still unsure if Davino could not put on clothes by himself.

Is there anyone on the planet who doesn't wear clothes by himself? Even before my feet could walk, I had to cook, wash dishes, and do laundry, she complained to herself.

"Yes, it appears that putting on clothes is a simple task." He spoke after appearing defeated and making a cautious attempt to put on his clothes.

"Naturally, it's extremely simple; just get dressed, and I'll wait for you in the front, pretending to be blind and watching TV." She entered a different room, which was furnished with a sofa and a television, and sat down on the couch.

"Wow, what has he done with his life; shouldn't everyone with money work odd jobs? He looks like a young boy!" She made fun of her hubby.

She had waited for a while longer.

"Oh my! Does everything he does always take a long time?" Angered, she left and went back to their room.

"Are you finished?" Ask her at the door to their room that leads into the bedroom. When she notices Davino, her eyes enlarge.

He struggled to button the shirt cuffs before turning to look and noticing Safira standing nearby.

"you worked beyond your bedtime on the eve of our wedding since you had to dress." In a sarcastic tone, she assisted Davino's sleeve cuff to be fastened as she extended her husband's arm.

She also helped tidy up Davino's clothes which looked messy and she believes that her husband really can't dress himself and needs her help.

Without thinking, she said, "You look handsome," but she quickly regretted it after seeing Davino's smirk.

"Everyone agrees with that." He responded.

She was annoyed by her husband's confident demeanor which messed with her eyes.

"Shouldn't we go out and buy you some clothes?" Query him.

"Yeah, you committed to me earlier, but why do you look so formal in a shirt, slacks, and sparkling shoes?" She considered her husband's appearance to be excessive. "After all, it's late, forget about clothes, the mall is closed, so you should change into more comfy sleep pajamas because I doubt the shirt will be not suitable for sleeping," When she stated that, he spotted Safira's enormous shirt on her body and wondered why they weren't both wearing it.

"Ah, I need to relax." She lay back on the bed.

"We're headed to a boutique to shop. When I want it, they can open it." His words.

"You intend to do that?"

"I'll manage it!"

"No, you shouldn't do that,'' she scowled and shook her head, saying, "I know you can do it, but it would be difficult for the staff at the boutique; they should go home and rest instead of working extra because of me?" She had a knowledgeable voice.

"Why do I pay then? I squander my money on a brand-name job. They provide the service, and I provide the payment. Isn't it just?" He said, his face serene.

"That's not what I meant, but you did it for me. I'm only one person, and one person is not deserving of meddling in the affairs of many people," she said.

He mocks her words and plays with his facial expression "Your statements are absurd; if you have money, you are free to do whatever you choose! Money is everything."

She is brought to mind Tina. She took a deep breath as she remembered what her aunt often said: "you was born poor and sad, and her aunt always said you will remain poor and failing in life." She hates how everyone is always talking about money and wanting it.

Until Davino pulled his cell phone from his pocket and placed a call, she didn't respond to him.

"Did you get in touch with M boutique? Prepare their newest collection because I'll be there in 20 minutes!" She just stares at him in shock as he is on the phone.

She observed, "It seems he is serious with his statements."

After hanging up, he turned to face her.

"Are you prepared?" Query him. "Your shirt is too short and your ugly legs look awful, so before we leave you can put on your Winnie the Pooh pants sooner." Although the smooth flesh of her feet had been teasing him since he saw earlier while trying hiding the blush on his cheeks.

"Why are you so obnoxious, Ish?" She hissed angrily as she reclaimed her pajamas and put them on underneath Davino's shirt. "Are you content? Why won't you let me wear my favorite Winnie the Pooh pajama suit? I think this double looks odd." She objected.

"Let's leave." He signaled for her to exit the room by waving his hand.

"No, hold on." She yelled in part.

After a brief period of silence, he enquired, "What's wrong?"

"You... Given that I'm merely wearing this enormous shirt and cartoon pants, wouldn't it be wiser to avoid wearing such formal attire? We seem so out of place." She indicated their attire.

Without abandoning his sardonic smirk, he said jokingly, "Wow, but this is my kind of attire."

"But it was late; do you dress formally at night?" She found him to be excessively pushy because she couldn't believe how he looked.

"No, I won't sleep in pajamas! I'll always dress in a shirt if I want to!" He stated.

He was starting to anger her. "I'll wear my favorite cartoon if you wear the clothes you desire!" She makes threats.

"Please say no! I'm afraid of certain animals! "He said with a serious expression.

"If that's the case, I'll comply with your wishes and purchase new clothing, but you also need to do the same for me. How?" She attempted to bargain.

Before he nodded doubtfully, the man in front of her appeared to pause and consider something. "What do you desire?" He queried.

She put some clothing on the bed after taking some from the room's closet.

"Put these garments on!" She requests that he comply with her demands and selects appropriate casual attire to wear when shopping at night.

He appears somewhat bowed. He examined the clothing she chose.

"I had no idea that the closet had clothes like this." He said, his face showing surprise.

With a perplexed expression, he inquired, "Can I wear garments like this?"

She gave the clothing on the bed a quick inspection, and Davino appeared to be rendered immobile by her intense focus. "You enjoy coercing people, so comply with my request! You must wear the clothing I have chosen for you if you want me to buy new ones with you." She indicated the bed's linens.

"No, I'm extremely particular about what I wear, I can't wear anything uncomfortable, and-" he pauses for a while, seeming confused, "it's hard for me to change my style of dress, I can't do that!"

Safira became more irate after hearing him respond "Who says you can't wear hoodies, T-shirts, and training pants? Those are cozy clothes, indeed!"

"I can't wear that kind of clothing." This time, his expression was strained.

"Is there a clothing code for the wealthy?" She thought Davino's justification was illogical and unrealistic.

"Is it not?" He gave his neck a little scratch while maintaining a mild expression of irritation. "Clothing like this makes me think of homeless men wandering the streets!" His eyes are telling a lie.

"You know what, nothing you say is logical!" She's very pessimistic.

"You don't realize how comfy these clothes are on you!"

"Okay, maybe we won't quarrel all night." He gave in, picked out a hoodie, and began putting the items on. "Can you help me put this on? I think I need some assistance!"

She joyfully assisted him and seized the hoodie from him because he followed her request.

"Oh, my hubby!" she exclaimed in shock as he stacked the shirt and hoodie. She urged him to remove his shirt first. "take off your shirt first!"

"Hah!" He rubbed his angry-looking face as he hissed.

She was perplexed as to why, in response to her request for her to remove her shirt, you said, "Huh."

"I can understand now that there are a lot of difficult girls to attract a guy! You want me to remove my clothes, is that correct?" he stated.

She stood still holding the hoodie.

"You know you purposely asked me to remove my clothes, right? I guess you couldn't forget about my six-pack abs when I first got out of the shower." Tease him by making her appear different.

He pulled the girl forward till she fell into the bed, where Safira was sitting, and then he locked the girl with both hands while gazing intently into her face and deep eyes.

He played with his tongue as he unbuttoned each shirt button in turn and opened his shirt with a ready expression.

"The sooner we have kids, the better, even though I'm not intein doing this." He lowered his head in her direction.

His eyes were seductive and he was ready to savor his wife's pink lips for the first time as he fixed his gaze on her pink lips, which were silent and subdued.

Pushed!

She wrapped his neck with the clothing and placed the hoodie over his head.

"It is entirely up to you what to wear, but it is obvious that I don't want to wear your clothes any longer. This is the first and last time you have arranged my clothes." She got ready to walk out of the room, abandoning her husband's agony, which was making her ears itch.

"Hey! Must you assist me in donning it? Otherwise, I'm going out in the open without any clothes!"