Mayra's Heart Note
Cook

...~Happy Reading~...

Days change week and month. Arga and Maira's relationship is getting better and closer. There is no more awkwardness or nervousness whenever the two face each other. Even in front of her family, the two looked like a very romantic couple.

Not infrequently also, Arga invited Maira to return to Bandung, to visit his parents. And occasionally, the two would also stay at Naura's mother's house with her two other Arga brothers.

If you look at it from the outside, the life of Maira and Arga is very pleasant. Harmonious and romantic, even the two do not hesitate to join hands or cuddle in front of the family.

However, even so when at home the two will also behave as usual. Just a friend or friend. Both are so enjoying each other's roles, and support each other's activities.

Maira also has frequent cooking lessons with Mama Naura, to make dishes that are no less delicious than the husband. And although sometimes it still feels a little strange, but the thing that makes Maira never give up, because Arga always appreciates her.

Like this afternoon, weekend, Arga and Maira choose to spend time at home cleaning the house and cooking together. Arga does not hire workers to stay overnight, on mutual agreement, workers who work at Arga's house only daily and on weekends will be off.

“What do you think?” maira asked her husband to taste the new menu he got from her mother-in-law a few days ago.

“It seems less sugar deh,” replied Arga while trying to re-smag the taste on his tongue.

“That's why you don't use sugar! How the hell are you,”

“Wear Mai! Strange not to use sugar,”

“Kow you ngeyel si Ga. Mama herself said she doesn't use sugar!” maira said instantly blushing her lips in annoyance.

“Ya is up to you, the important thing is to. I finish that one first,” said Arga who did not want to argue.

‘Sugar use time anyway? The feeling at that time Mama said not to use sugar deh,’ murmured her still feel unsure.

“This mai—“ Arga immediately stopped his footsteps while frowning when he saw his wife was still silent while looking at the stove, “Don't be too serious looking at the stove, later in love, danger loh!” whispered Arga when it was right behind the maira, to make the girl surprised and involuntarily touched the frying pan in front of her.

“Auuwhh!” his squeals were startled and instantly bit his lower lip as his hands overheated.

“Astagfirullah, be careful ih!” exclaimed Arga immediately brought Maira's hand to the sink and washed her with running water.

“You are a habit if you cook while daydreaming,” he added because of worry.

“You are also the habit of ngagetin, already know me again daydreaming, even in kagetin!” reply Maira no less upset.

“Not ngagetin, Just ngingetin! Only because of sugar, you get rich like that, astagfirullah Mai, your lips bleed again right!” said Arga a little furious because again the lips of the wife bleeding.

One of Maira's bad habits, she likes to bite her lips, especially when worried, panicked and scared.

To make his lips often bleed, and not infrequently also himself blamed by the mother because he thought that Arga the perpetrator who had kissed Maira so harshly without tenderness.

Without them all knowing. Never mind kissing the lips, kissing the cheek Arga has not dared.

...~To be continue ......