My Mate is Delayed
34. Grasping

The sound of Arga's footsteps was already heard towards Tasha's room. Tasha, who had ended the call with her sister, began to lay down her body in the small bed that Arga had provided to her in the room that was not large.

"The rancid boy is ready, let's go" the sound of knocking on the door was already on the air with Arga's voice sounding very firm.

Tasha who had started to close her eyes opened up again. Lazily, Tasha covered her face with a pillow so as not to hear Arga's call outside.

The minute count Arga was on the door of Tasha's room that did not open, now Arga who had been very emotionally ignited because he had waited too long Tasha, walking to find a spare key that he kept in his office.

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The sound of the door had been heard in the room with Tasha still under the pillow that pierced her face, not knowing Arga's whereabouts if she was already there.

"Wake up boy" pull Arga a blanket and also a pillow that has covered and enveloped his body before.

Tasha who felt shocked because Arga had access to her privacy room now rose quickly from her sleep.

"Om why, I told you that I didn't want to come. I don't want to go to the show om. What is less clear to om" his face to Arga as if defying Arga's invitation to him.

"I don't care about that, you have to come with me" tasha's arm, which Arga had pulled, had now taken her out to the bathroom and left after Arga had brought Tasha into the bathroom.

After the difference that is always created between them every day is now with laziness, Tasha who has stomped her feet after coming out of the bathroom, with her frustration now back to her room.

Tasha's eyes are patterned, she does not remember if she did not bring a dress or dress that she can wear to a formal event held by business partner Arga.

"S**l I don't have anything I can wear. It's impossible to wear my work clothes or street clothes" Tasha kept poking around the contents of her closet knowing she had something she could wear.

Old Tasha unpacked her clothes, but it remained the same. She did not bring her dress clothes to Arga's apartment and died at her parents' house. Tasha who was deliberately not carrying the clothes that she intended not to go to any party event let alone together with Arga.

Tasha slammed back the previously opened closet door. He again sat on the edge of the bed and looked at himself in the mirror in his room.

*

Time has gone by at night, Arga who had been waiting for Tasha from 5 but did not show himself from the door he kept staring at.

An annoyance that had spread, Arga who had just sat in the sofa back towards the room Tasha.

"Over again boy. It's already 7 and a half. You're not done yet" knocked on the door of the room violently.

Tasha approached the door which was already very noisy to hear and opened the handle.

Arga open his mouth to see the appearance of Tasha that does not change just the face that has been polished with makeup that is not too thick but makes it look beautiful if looking at it.

"I've been waiting for you for almost 2 hours, but you're not done either. What are you doing in your room?" Arga started to get emotional and brought her face closer to Tasha.

Arga no longer cared for Tasha who still wore her pajamas. He pulled Tasha's arm and took the clutch bag that Tasha had provided earlier on top of his bed.

Tasha and Arga have arrived at the apartment lobby where the car is located. Arga no longer cares about the resistance Tasha put out, who wants to let go of it.

By pressing the remote of his car, Tasha had been brought inside and closed the car door so that Tasha could not escape.

"Om please don't embarrass me with my clothes like this" he looked at Arga who was on the back of his wheel.

Arga just silently let Tasha continue nagging without the debate Arga said.

The car that has been speeding up fast is splitting the streets that are not quiet but also not too fat that night.

Not long from his apartment, Arga has arrived and parked his car to a famous boutique in the city. Arga is no stranger to this boutique because the mother and also her sister if going home will come to this boutique accompanied by Arga although not too often for him.

"Mas Arga, how can we help you?" greet a boutique owner who knows Arga and his family.

"Please pull a dress that my wife can wear that fits her" Arga ordered a young woman.

Tasha rounded her eyes to catch Arga's remark that she thought she was a wife to him. 'I didn't hear wrong, or I was hallucinating' the inner man who had followed the steps of the woman to choose the clothes she would wear.

"Wah mbak is very beautiful, it fits in pairs with the handsome and handsome Arga mas" he said to Tasha who has used a Navi-colored dress to add beauty with the ideal body. With her chest and arms covered and dress up to her knees.

Arga who had waited not too long was occasionally staring at the watch in his hand and back playing a flat object in his hand.

"Om ayok walk" with legs of the level he has, he said, Tasha lazily stepped her feet closer to Arga who was wearing a high hells 7 centi high with an accidental dress in line with the clothes that Arga had been wearing. The hair that was left untouched was beautiful with waves at the ends and shinny cheeks added to her beauty.

Arga who has now been stunned to see the appearance of Tasha wearing a dress that fits and is very suitable to wear now with a naturally beautiful face, has genuine eyelashes and a sharp nose increasingly adds to his maturity. Arga, who felt different after seeing Tasha, felt like his eyes did not stop to look at the woman in front of him at this time.

"Why is he still silent, we go or just want to stand here until this boutique closes" he looked at Arga and left.

*

The event that is going on is so great. This is the wedding reception of Arga's business partner. All entrepreneurs and business people attended the event. Arga who came along with Tasha went hand in hand earlier when they were still in the car, they have made a deal to be friendly and romantic in front of Arga colleagues who will also attend the ceremony.

"Smiling boy. Show your happy face is not the face of your compulsion" Arga told Tasha who had just entered the ballroom where the event was with Arga beside Tasha and took the beautiful woman's hand to bring her in.

Netra Tasha is now sweeping all the rooms in the room, so many invited guests who are business people and also young and old entrepreneurs.

Arga who is still holding Tasha's hand is not uncommon for his colleagues to greet and give wedding greetings to them because of their marriage age which is still very young.