My Mate is Delayed
86. Cravings

"I want to eat fried rice mas" said Tasha who suddenly wanted to eat food like nenasian.

"Hem is good, baby. You want it?" Arga immediately released his body from his wife's body because when Tasha said if she was wanting to crave something her desired food immediately it was also hers no longer excited.

"Yes, all of a sudden I was imagining eating fried rice, maybe delicious" said Tasha as she swallowed her saliva, which looked hungry.

Arga who had gotten out of their bed immediately put on his clothes back and previously gave a blanket to cover the wife's body and landed a kiss on Tasha and went to take the car keys on the nightstand in that room.

"Mas" said Tasha, taking back her husband's hand when he wanted to leave her.

"Dear, is there anything else you want to eat?" Arga looked back at his wife.

"Where are you going to take the car keys?" tasha asked who had risen from her bed.

"Where are you going? As you want dear, mas want to buy the food you want instead" reply Arga full of questions over the words of the wife.

"I don't say I want food from Mamang nasi goreng, but I-I actually want masakin masakin food at home mas mas" said Tasha who pitched with a nervous tone.

Arga was immediately fixated in his place staring at the wife who was still in bed who was also staring at him. How the wife told him to cook the food he wanted. Tasha also knew that the food she made yesterday was not good and she also knew that her husband did not know how to cook, even still can be described in his memory that the first cooking that he cooked Tasha nausea and vomiting after eating his cooking.

How could he go back to the kitchen and make the food the wife asked for, now not only for Tasha who will eat it later but the baby who is waiting for it will also eat what he cooked and it is not good for both.

"Mas will connect Mbok Yati to cook the food you want, baby?" Arga immediately picked up his flat object to contact their assistant.

Tasha's face immediately changed, clearly visible if the husband does not want to realize what he wants now.

"No need mas, I'm full" said Tasha who then went back to sleep and covered her whole body and face behind the thick blanket.

"Honey, your papa may be tired of taking care of both of us" said Tasha with a groan rubbing her stomach heard by Arga.

Arga was immediately flabbergasted at his place that was still standing, he looked at Tasha's back with a lid on her body let alone the words Tasha said to their baby like someone who was influencing the situation.

"Darling" Arga called his wife back and there was no answer from Tasha in the blanket.

Arga now crawled back to their beds and opened a little Tasha's body cover and was seen there the wife was crying in silence.

"The bad guy, I don't love you anymore. I hate the mas" Tasha covered her face again.

At once Arga was surprised to get an absurd remark by his wife's speech that was not true. With the gentle touch that Arga gave Tasha, now he turned his wife's body and hugged the body of Tasha who looked rebellious.

"How can you judge and measure your love for you dear. Mas very much loves you than life mas" continued Arga rubbed the hair and back Tasha who still sounded moaning cries in his arms.

"Well, I'm tired. I'm gonna get some rest. For the night, I don't want to see the mas in this room" Tasha kicked out and pointed at the door signalling her husband to come out and still clearly visible details spilled on both cheeks.

Arga took her heavy breath, she was now learning to understand the mood of the wife who could suddenly change in just a matter of seconds.

"Dear, don't be like this. The problem is a fried rice that you want to cook, right? Mas not do not want to make it for you baby, you know for yourself how the previous mas cuisine right!" arga said in a soft and gentle tone, afraid to further hurt his now very sensitive wife while kissing the wife.

"But I can't understand you. Yes it is if you do not want to" said Tasha who was lazy.

"Yes, you wait here. Mas will make it for you" said Arga who could not bear to hear the sound of Tasha's cries that hurt her heart.

Inexplicably just listening to the speech, Tasha's mood returned again and her tears stopped.

Arga who was still silent and staring at the flat object that had been in his grasp now Arga put it back on top of their kitchen bar, tasha's remark again reminded her that earlier if Tasha did not want her husband to call other people including Mbok Yati or Mbok Ina who asked her to teach him to cook the food that Tasha wanted.

Instantly, Tasha made Arga's head sick, when his wife also forbade him to look at the internet.

Tasha wanted her husband to cook for her and their future child to express her and her husband's hard work.

Arga took a long breath, a feeling of dizziness, nausea, even until the current stress fused that he felt.

"Huhhh, well may this be a better meal than before for the two of you" Arga muttered as he began to cook the rice that became his main ingredient.

A strange taste and shape befell the fried rice that Arga cooked. Starting from the blackish color due to too much soy sauce to the taste of acidity, sweetness and even fried rice that is charred is natural Arga.

Tasha who had begun to be careless waiting for her husband in the room that did not also come to bring her the desired food, start putting her lingerie back on and walk towards the kitchen where Arga is today.

"Wah is done dear" said Tasha who made Arga shocked to see the wife who suddenly had brought a plate in her hand and inhaled the aroma of fried rice that was still being deciphered.