My Mate is Delayed
81. Odor

Tasha was sleeping on her back accompanied by Arga who rested her head on the headboard of the bed, while rubbing Tasha's back and stomach which was still not good because of the vomiting she had experienced earlier.

It has been a few hours until now but Tasha has not been to eat it and even the food that Arga has ordered has not been eaten by Tasha for reasons no taste.

"I'm sorry dear, I promise this is the last time you eat a mas dish" muttered Arga while massaging the bronze Tasha who had been turned back.

Arga focused his gaze ahead with a lot of daydreams and thoughts with the work done today that was so chaotic.

"It looks like there should be a household assistant who will do all this homework. Just cooking I failed, how can I help Natasha. It's impossible for Natasha to take care of this big housework while she's also a busy career woman with her office job" Arga now picks up her flat object on the room table.

Tasha has not allowed Arga to seek help from the household in their new home, because Tasha thinks she is still able to take care of their husband and home even though she also has to be busy with work outside the home but she still will not leave her obligation to learn to be a wife who does not rely household assistance services at this time.

Tasha began to open her eyes, because her hunger was now only felt back after resting it.

Tasha who has moved facing Arga behind her, makes Arga wake up from her daydream.

"I'm sorry, it's troublesome" said Tasha, who was clouded, looking at her husband who was still beside her.

"Have you eaten his stomach? We eat yes, the mas had ordered a decent meal for us to eat" said Arga softly to the wife.

"As sorry for making you like this dear" still in her guilt, Arga unceasingly kissed Tasha's forehead.

Tasha, who had joined Arga in their dining room table, began to open the package of food that had been ordered.

"Eat ya dear" said Arga put a plate in front of Tasha with pieces of chicken tariyaki that ordered and a glass of water beside the plate wife.

At that silent meal table, and occasionally Arga watched his wife with his meal and occasionally he added Tasha's drink back into his glass.

Although this is not morning anymore, but the food they now eat a combination of breakfast and lunch.

"Darling to take care of it. You're sick and you need to rest" take Arga's dinner plates from Tasha's hands and take her to the kitchen.

Tasha who was still standing at the table was looking at Arga who was always acting strangely.

"Mas Arga why the hell, strange attitude lately" said Tasha while carrying a glass teapot towards the husband.

Arga was just speechless he continued to wash the dishes.

Arga again circulated his gaze in search of dish soap that he had never touched and did not know where the soap was made Tasha. Even though Tasha was already beside him, he did not want to ask and still looked for that thing.

"What's looking for? This is?" Tasha's hand out with soap that her husband was looking for.

"Hemm thank you dear" while taking a helping hand from Tasha, now he brought his wife to the bench near the kitchen bar.

Tasha, who is getting strange, sees Arga's behavior just smiling, looking at the back of the husband who is still busy with dishes in front of him.

The water kept flowing, but I don't know what he was washing. Arga looked only at the dishes and occasionally flipped them over.

The foamed soap, it spread everywhere. Arga began to give the soap foam to the dirty dishes.

Tasha just looked at it from a distance, no longer able to comment, if she let out her opinion it was certain that Arga would tell her to shut up or if she helped Arga would definitely be rejected.

***

Several days have passed and now the night light has gone with the cold weather because of the gusts of wind that are raining.

Tasha who had just finished her bath and started crawling up the bed where the husband had been in bed first with Arga who was still preoccupied with the documents that went into his fold iPad because the last few days the work has been so much.

Arga who had not been aware of the arrival of the wife was still struggling to be fined flat.

"Mas let's go to sleep" said Tasha, taking the folding object over Arga's lap and placing it on the nightstand and approaching Tasha.

"Sadly sorry mas because lately the work is so dense that mas always bring work home dear" Arga's embrace is very tight in the tiny body of the wife.

Tasha enjoyed the hug and touch of her husband because it had been almost a week since she did not feel her husband who was always spoiled against her because Arga who always slept until late at night even stayed up until dawn to staring at that folding thing.

Tasha who sometimes sleeps first and let her husband work but sometimes she is also angry with the husband because her husband's sleep is always messy.

"I miss you so much" Tasha's manyun lips were clearly visible and looked at the face of the husband who was still hugging her.

"It can be okay if the mas house does not work" protested Tasha to her husband.

The real Tasha has long wanted to express her but she chose to be able to understand the situation of the real husband in recent days, indeed, her husband rarely went to the office and Arga also told Tasha to take a day off from her job and always enjoy their day together.

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Tasha covered her nose smelling the smell of her husband's body that felt bad kissed it.

"What perfume wear anyway, why the smell is strange and makes me tired" Tasha keeps away from Arga who was in the arms of her husband.

Arga who did not smell strange there now kissed every body and clothes he was wearing at this time, but he found nothing on him.

"The perfume that the mas wear is a perfume that is usually dear to you" Arga looked at Tasha who was getting away from her.