My Mate is Delayed
80. Culinary Effort

Arga, who was looking at Tasha, still had not touched her cooking and now she was silent and took the rice back to her plate.

Still staring at the soup in front of him, Tasha's bead looked back at Arga's face that had not looked excited anymore maybe because he had not eaten the food.

"Mas, why?" Tasha said, just making small talk to stall her.

"No dear" said Arga.

Arga tried to smile despite the early morning cooking effort to prepare the breakfast for his wife before Tasha woke up, the cooking was ready. But whatever the power, even when Tasha woke up and had finished working on all her activities, she was still in the kitchen and up to many times changed her cooking with various flavors.

Of the dishes that he cooked earlier, this is what he felt different from his previous cooking although very far the taste of the cuisine of the wife or the workers at home the mother.

Tasha began to take her spoon and put the food that her husband had cooked specifically for her now put it in her mouth.

Still the first feed of different flavors had fused his tongue. Strange taste that too much water with the taste of garlic and ginger are too much mixed in his mouth.

'Mas, this is an unpleasant meal that I once ate his inner mas.

Arga who kept staring at Tasha next to him, saw Tasha who had eaten his cooking and waited for a response from his wife will give a comment or praise to him.

"How dear, whether the first cooking of this mas can be a recommendation for a mas opening a culinary business" Arga's gaze still looked at the wife who continued to chew her food even though it was slow.

Tasha, who was silent, now tried to enjoy her meal in order to appreciate the husband who had worked hard to do it and intended well for her so that she did not bother this morning.

'How should I say it mas' Inner Tasha while looking forward with an already unsettled mind.

Tasha then looked back at Arga and attached a smile to her lips.

'Look at the fruits of your labor, until your own hand you sacrificed for me' Inwardly Tasha with great difficulty swallowed the food.

"Hemm yummy mas" said a brief Tasha makes Arga even happier to get the praise of the wife.

"Seriously dear?" Repeated Arga with the assessment of the wife with enthusiasm.

"Hemm mas already eat this cooking?" Tasha asked her how she had asked her about the taste of her cooking if her husband himself might not know which taste was good with the bad.

"So the mas has tasted it a little, and true as you say dear, delicious cooking. Wowh this Joe should know if the mas has been good at cooking" said Arga confidently, that Joe will also praise the cuisine.

"Don't mas" Tasha said quickly to her husband.

Where maybe she was willing to allow Joe her husband's assistant to eat the ruined husband's cooking, it could be Joe's laughingstock to his boss later.

"Why dear" said Arga full investigation on the wife.

Tasha had to find an excuse for Arga not to continue with her heady intentions. 'Ayooo Sha, think hard' Tasha's inner being is looking for ideas.

"Mas, I don't want if this mas cuisine gets to the others, I want to cook it specially just for me. Ohh and another mas, then the mas no longer need to cook. Later I forget how to cook and start from where" said Tasha, although she does not know the reason it makes sense or not that he told Arga.

"Alright baby, let's continue eating again" said Arga with a sense of happiness because Tasha admitted the cuisine.

Still hesitating, Tasha put her spoon food cooked in her mouth again.

Still in one chew, eyes that had runny with a face that had flushed now Tasha ran quickly towards the bathroom in the kitchen.

Huweekkkkkkk

Arga, who saw Tasha leave, was shocked and stood after her.

"Why you, baby? You all right, you? You sick?" Ask Arga with questions to Tasha who is still spewing contents in her stomach.

Huweeekkkkk

Tasha continued to bring out the food she had eaten earlier, she also no longer heeded Arga's question to her who was already nauseous.

Arga, who did not know what to do, now ran towards the p3k box that was still on the dining table, and returned to the place where Tasha was still in the bathroom.

Gently Arga opened and raised a little bathrobe worn by Tasha to give wind oil stroking the wife's back, to relieve her nausea.

Tasha, who had been weak after removing all the contents in her stomach, now walked towards their room assisted with Arga.

"Lay dear" ordered Arga who had brought Tasha into their room and gave her a blanket.

Tasha felt that her already-powerless body was closing her eyes.

Arga who had run again out to the kitchen and with his big steps now he returned to their room with a glass of water for his wife.

"Honey drink this water first" Arga gave the glass he carried and sat on the edge of the bed while stroking the wife's hair.

Tasha raised her body a little and drew the water that Arga had brought her.

"Sleep first baby, which one hurts, let the mas massage" Arga told Tasha who had returned to lying down and turned her back on her husband.

Arga who still does not understand and is not sensitive to the vomiting that occurs to Tasha the wife, which he thought if Tasha was having a cold because last night was still too early had gone out of the house to the hospital where Dewi did the labor.

Tasha who was just silent closed her eyes back to rest so that her body was fresh again.

"Please bring back the food here" said Arga and managed to open immediately Tasha's eyes that had been closed have now enlarged.

Tasha quickly got up from her sleep and pulled the hand of her husband who was also about to rise from the bed.

"No need mas, I'm fine" Tasha said, looking at the look on her face, no longer wanting to eat her husband's cooking.

Arga who had frowned, now guessing the origin of Tasha before eating her food looks fine and instantly her face changed when eating her food.

'Feel me to be a disaster for my wife' muttered Arga who was staring intently at Tasha's eyeballs.