My Mate is Delayed
87. Privileges

Without waiting for the husband's protest who had not allowed her to eat his cooking, Tasha still took the fried rice into the plate which she had now also brought towards the dining table of the room.

Arga immediately turned off his stove and ran after Tasha to prevent his wife because the cooking he cooked had not been tasted first.

"Beauty, honey, it hasn't tasted like what it's like. I don't want you to throw up again because you're eating mas" Arga tried to take Tasha's plate, but it was too late. Tasha put the spoon in her mouth.

"Mas I'm hungry, is he a pity you're hungry too mama's stomach?" tasha protested while rubbing her stomach like asking her son.

The chair that Tasha had pushed and sat back against Arga while devouring the fried rice of her desire.

Arga who also sat next to Tasha bribed the cooked fried rice and stole it from the plate of the wife who was careless because she continued to enjoy the cuisine.

"This is my meal with our son. Mas can't take it" said Tasha pushing her plate sideways away from Arga.

Eyes blistering and tongue out, Arga quickly swallowed the rice and sipped the water that had been available at the table because the cooking is as bad as the soup he had ever made.

"Darling, this food is not worth eating. If you want fried rice mas can buy him whatever portion you want, as long as it is not the food you now eat dear" Arga tried to take Tasha's plate, so long as it is not the food you now eat dear, but Tasha always brushed off her husband's hand.

"Who says this is bad food mas, tongue mas who is in trouble or mas are thrush" said Tasha went and rose from his seat left Arga and still bring his food plate.

Tasha moved away from her husband and stepped on the couch in the guest room while enjoying her fried rice back which was already almost half of what she had spent.

"From which is not delicious Arga mas cuisine, this is very much different from the soup that a few months ago was cooked by Arga mas. Is it okay my husband is cooking lessons, or is now learning to be a chef. Hemmm did he try to contact the assistants of this house" muttered Tasha and without realizing Arga had been behind him right behind the sofa he was sitting on.

"Mas Argaaaa" Tasha shouted up from her seat.

Tasha looked at her husband who had managed to take the plate in his hand towards the kitchen back.

"Mas wants to throw it away, baby, I don't want you to be sick and our son who you now bear why. Mas want to save you both" said Arga who had managed to rob a plate containing fried rice cooked earlier that became a commotion at night.

Hikkks... "Mas, I haven't eaten rice in a long time. Now I want to eat rice, but mas forbid it"

Tasha was crying and sobbing, her tears had soaked her cheeks.

Arga turned her body to look at Tasha who was sitting back behind the sofa with the sound of crying in their room.

With his long breath and rice that he had not had time to throw away, now Arga again set foot back to his wife who was crying.

"Would you like to eat this, baby?" said Arga while stroking the hair of his wife who had covered her face with the cushion of the sofa.

Tasha got up and looked at her husband with her already messy face. Arga took a spoon and fed his wife.

Both of them were silent, Tasha who was still in service by Arga was greedily enjoying the bribes after the bribes.

During the current pregnancy, Tasha had a very different heart condition. Even the little good things about anything that sometimes happens to her can change her mood state.

"Dear boy?" Arga broke the silence of the two.

"Don't ask, there's no way that I'm crying if it's not good" said Tasha, who still feels annoyance at her husband.

Eekkk

Tasha burped, the food on the plate was eaten for only a short time. Arga who do not believe, food that is not clear taste it can even be eaten by Tasha.

A tired body and eyes that have been sleepy and want to be closed, lay his body on the thigh of the husband and straighten his body on the sofa.

"Darling, are we sleeping in the room?" Said Arga while overtaking the hair of the wife who covered her face.

Just minutes from her bed, Tasha no longer answered Arga's words to her and aired her soft snoring voices.

Tasha, who had fallen asleep, was brought in by Arga into their room and laid his wife's body back on their bed, which they initially struggled and ended in failure because of the wife's cravings.

*

The morning light had broken through behind the curtains in their room, Arga who had been looking for his wife was sure if Tasha was now in a place that was usually visited by the wife after waking up. Look there Tasha who has been in the bathroom and standing in front of the sink table while squeezing her clothes that still feels bad in the morning like this and the mouth that still looks full in her.

"Darling, you're throwing up again?" Said Arga who had also approached his wife.

In a small heart Arga actually did not have the heart to see the state of his wife is now pregnant. Although sometimes the sense of wanting to change the position felt the wife really wanted to be taken over so that the suffering of his wife was slightly reduced.

"Sadly sorry, you have to suffer like this" said Arga, kneeling at the nape of Tasha, who still pulled out the food she ate last night.

Tasha was no longer able to answer her husband who she knew that Arga was very worried about her current condition and was still focusing on her unrelenting nausea.

Tasha sat down after having a better stomach with her body weakened again.

"Mas, this is the pleasure and privilege that a woman feels during pregnancy like this mas" tasha said, hugging her husband and Arga who had cleaned her lips with a tissue from her vomit.