My Mate is Delayed
79. First Cuisine

As time moved on, Tasha who had just woken up from her sleep was now fumbling with someone who used to fall asleep next to her.

The brown bead had opened its eyes and stared at the entire corner of the room looking for the invisible presence of Arga.

The bathroom door was slightly open, there was no sound of activity in it.

Tasha, who had lowered her legs from the bed where she was resting, was now looking for Arga's husband.

Every corner of the room he visited up to the balcony in their room revealed the weather of the sky that still looks dark but he did not find the figure he was looking for at this time.

"Where is Arga now" Tasha muttered as she frowned.

With curiosity, Tasha now continued her steps out of the room, and she felt that it was impossible for her husband to leave so early and not tell her first.

Still a few steps swing his steps out of the room, now his maniknya staring at Arga who was busy in their kitchen, their own, sounding someone's voice like a youtobe being played and explaining the existing cooking methods of the flat object.

"Cooking? Haaa what dream was this last night my husband" he murmured as he published a smile that rose on his lips.

His sense of message that has been running, now his footsteps continue towards Arga who is seen wearing an apron and busy pacing towards the refrigerator and materials that have been cut up there.

Arga who does not know the existence of Tasha who has been behind him, now Tasha sits on a bar kitchen chair facing Arga's agility in the morning.

"Good morning my dear old husband" staring at the kitchen that already looks messy, Tasha noticed her husband.

Arga who found Tasha's voice not far from him, now he turned his body looking for the voice of his beloved wife.

"Have woken up dear" kissed Arga on the forehead the wife walked over to him while carrying a knife in his hand.

"Cooked bag?" Tasha looked at her husband with her hand around Arga's neck.

"Hemm as you see yourself dear" face Arga who is now returning to continue his activities.

Tasha, who had risen from her seat, walked around the kitchen bar and approached her husband.

"What can you cook?" Tasha asked who already knew the answer if the husband did not know how to cook, even kedutur alone he just to take a drink and sometimes only pay attention to Tasha who is cooking.

"You don't trust your husband's ability too much, baby" kissed Arga again pink lips that always tease in his eyes.

"Hemmm good" Tasha again took the ingredients that Arga forgot to provide.

Arga, who saw that Tasha had taken what he had forgotten, quickly moved the potato out of his wife's hand.

"Thank you dear"

"Here I help" asked Tasha for a knife in Arga's hand, however, it was a wife's job to serve her husband, including providing food for her husband.

"Today your job is to just taste the food that you cook, baby. And I'll make sure you like it" with confidence Arga leaves Tasha and goes on with her activities.

"It's fine if you don't want to be helped" said Tasha who went back to the bench in the kitchen.

A few minutes passed, Tasha who just sat down to show Arga did not understand what he put in and the materials he took, sometimes he was seen looking for tau in his flat object even though Tasha was in that place.

Tasha, who sometimes spontannya tell Arga the materials needed, but Arga always forbid him to talk and will do it himself from the search results diyoutobe it.

"Well mas, continue the cooking work of this mas, I want to clean our room" Tasha who has passed left Arga, went to their room.

"S**l, what I just put in" grumbled Arga staring at the sugar and salt on the table.

Pihhhhh

Arga who had tasted the overly salty cuisine, now threw away the cooking that was almost cooked.

"Where might I give this unworthy meal to Natasha" she grumbled as she ran back to pick up the ingredients for the soup that she would have cooked again.

Arga again cooked his favorite food soip wife who is still in front of the compost. This was his first meal and his first time in a kitchen for his wife.

Tasha who is still busy with tidying up their beds and cleaning the room that became their place to unwind together, now he is ready and intends to clean himself first before returning to see Arga who is still busy and not finished from the cooking.

Not too long after Tasha was ready to clean herself in her bathroom, Tasha came out again using her bathrobe to walk back to the kitchen to see her husband.

"Geez masssss, why the hand of this mas" take Tasha Arga's hand that has been doused by the cooking that has been cooked.

"No problem, honey. Let's eat" with ease Arga brought his cooking towards the dining table in the room.

"A little while" Tasha ran to get the p3k box in the drawer of the closet in the middle room and went back to cleaning and treating the hands of the husband who had looked reddish.

"That's it, no need to cook. I can still cook food for mas. I saw this, the hands that had been flushed but still relaxed continued to cook it" Tasha who continued to grumble while giving ointment to the husband and Arga continued to look at him who did not stop talking.

"Tomorrow no longer need to be chalky and cook. Listen" with her tone of emphasis and with the completion of it too she treated Arga's hand.

"We eat dear" said Arga who had taken the plate for Tasha.

"Mas" tepis Tasha Arga's hand that's got the rice on his plate. "It's my job to serve mas"

"This is rice for you, baby. This is a special cooking for you" Arga continued to take the rice into Tasha's plate.

"Mas don't be like this, I can be ashamed" said Tasha who had taken Arga's arm and passed it into his arm.

"Good meal dear" said Arga while putting the plate in front of Tasha and previously he had also landed back the sweet kiss of the silence of the wife.

"Mas already felt this cooking mas?" tasha said while stirring up the food in front of her.