My Mate is Delayed
40. Comfortable

Tasha who has invited Arga to accompany her shopping needs while in the Arga apartment showed her flat face while following Tasha with her shopping troly.

"Om Troly why om stay" Tasha ordered to Arga who had included some food ingredients that he had chosen.

"Why are you telling me. I'm not your personal assistant" Arga who has left Tasha and also the troly she was pushing.

Tasha looked at the back of Arga who had preceded her and walked with her big strides leaving Tasha.

"Om" he whines at Arga and still stands where Arga left him.

Arga who could not bear to leave Tasha now returned to meet Tasha who was very far behind him. Tasha, who saw Arga's face, smiled back from the look on her face.

"Om don't get angry when you get older" whispered Tasha and held Arga's arm carrying the troly back.

Arga who was surprised to get a hand in Tasha just fell silent and let him walk side by side.

"Om stop. I want to buy this" take Tasha some vegetables and some other groceries there. Arga who still feels astonished now frowns staring at Tasha who chooses so many processed ingredients to be cooked.

"Do you know how to cook?" look at Tasha who is still taking food ingredients that there are shelves available in the dimall.

"Om doubted my ability" Tasha replied without looking at Arga who was still focused on his shopping.

Arga sniffed his shoulders while walking to follow Tasha back in front of him.

"What do you want to eat tomorrow?" connect Tasha who has turned her body to Arga who is behind her.

Arga smiles at Tasha's words who wants to cook food for her tomorrow. For a long time he never asked or told someone to cook food for him except his mother's housemaid, that was at the request of the mother.

"It's up to you to cook what a boy" Arga ruffled Tasha's hair while throwing her smile.

"Om tidying up again" Tasha's sharp eyes ordered Arga to tidy up her messy hair again.

Tasha, who was now looking at Arga's face very close to her, gently tidied up her appearance. Tasha, who had been treated differently from Arga to him that he had never gotten after Farhan, now Arga has replaced the comfort that he once lost.

"Om I want that" pointed to Tasha, a child who was eating ice cream.

"Do you want the ice cream or do you want the ice cream?" rombal Arga on Tasha who suddenly had his face turned red.

"By his son, but the same permission of his parents to adopt us as children" Tasha who actually knew the meaning of Arga's statement to him as if he did not understand.

"We don't need to lift it, but we can do it" Tasha directly pinched Arga's stomach and preceded it.

Tasha continued to step her feet towards where she wanted ice cream to be her goal. Tasha took some chocolate ice cream and put it into the troly that Arga was still pushing. Arga frowned at the sight of Tasha who so much bought ice cream just for her own.

"You want to eat ice cream yourself or you want to sell Natasha?" look at Tasha who is constantly putting ice cream with other flavor variants into the troly.

"Yes for us. As long as the money is from om, I will buy whatever I want" while raising his eyebrows and exuding his cynical smile.

"Since when do I love ice cream"

"It's better if you don't like it" whispered Tasha towards the cashier. Arga, who had been left behind by Tasha, stepped his big foot towards the cashier that Tasha had been waiting for.

A few minutes after Tasha paid for her groceries still using the card owned by Arga who has become her property now to meet her needs, Tasha threw her smile at the cashier guard and went towards Arga who had been waiting for her with the grocery bag she had been carrying.

Tasha's hand that had pointed at Arga and gave her bags to Arga that she had previously eaten the ice cream and began to tempt Arga to eat it.

"Come on, it feels a little. Delicious loh om" while bringing the ice cream closer to the lips of Arga who continues to turn her face.

"I don't like it. Never will eat it" said Arga, but still Tasha gave it to Arga, who kept her mouth shut.

"Look 'cause om didn't want to eat it, so the ice cream got on your cheek" Tasha opened her bag and reached into the tissue and Arga passed away.

"Stop om" Tasha pulled Arga's arm while sticking the tissue to Arga's cheek and stomped her leg because Arga was too tall from her.

"But I'm rich, my old husband is like me" with a smile Tasha cleaned the remains of ice cream on Arga's cheek that she had continued to refuse Tasha gave the ice cream and avoid getting hit on her cheek.

"It's not my fault, but the compulsion of you and deliberately stick it to my cheek "Arga who gets soft touches from Tasha as if her body is silent and receives the touch on her cheek.

"It's finished come om" Tasha hand held Arga's still glued.

Arga and Tasha walked hand in hand with Arga carrying Tasha's grocery bags.

"Om watch yuk?" Take Tasha and take Arga to an escalator to the place where the cinema in the mall is.

"It's been a kid's night. Tomorrow if you want to watch" see Arga's watch in his hand already showing at eight p.m.

"Om the film is good-good loh om" Tasha hand pull Arga who has arrived in the cinema.

"Well, but I will choose what movie we will watch" Arga ordered Tasha and Tasha, who were still silent in her place, frowning at Arga's back that had passed.

"I'm suspicious of this old om-om" he muttered to himself as he followed Arga from behind.