My Smart Baby Boy's
Cooking For Arga

Sometime until Arga complains about an empty stomach, Reno stands up leaving his son and fulfills a promise to make him food. Anita is asked to be with Arga, not leave alone. However, the boy asked that the mother accompany him in the kitchen, not wanting for him to actually enter the hospital.

The game is played by Arga, in order to distract and try to forget everything that should never be in his memory and scare him. Hating every fear present, but he also could not fully control. All infiltrated without ever being expected, along with the shadow of the torture he once got.

Anita grabs the apron given by the maid, covering her clothes. Reno was standing listening to the chef's explanation, distracted by the wife. "Why? Didn't I ask you to be with Arga? Why are you here?" his pedicab.

"Arga doesn't want poisoning, so ask me to come." Anita answered, seeing what was prepared.

"An annoying kid!" grouse Reno. "Go, let my wife help!"

"Good, Sir." The chef bowed and withdrew.

Anita grabbed what she had prepared and had not finished earlier, placed it on the kitchen table and was noticed by the man standing sideways. "What's wrong with your face?" reno asked, finding a face that was not as ordinary.

"Why? Anything on?" anita held a face.

Reno approached, pointing her hands at the face. But not to get rid of the dirt that was not there, he bent down and kissed his wife's lips. "Don't burden yourself with anything, everything will be fine. For Arga, we can accompany him at all times. He just needs that, not anxiety or tears."

Anita flinched, she immediately hugged her husband. Awkwardness felt from earlier, wanted to be questioned. However, there are doubts and fears that exist, he is afraid if all is true and cause disappointment and heartbreak once again.

Gently stroking the wife's back hair, the taller man kissed the tip of the head and allowed for his wife to hug ever tighter. Not asking what will happen, Reno's mind is only about the wife who is too worried about Arga's condition. Not intending to bring her to a psychiatrist, her support with Anita is much more needed alongside her approach.

I don't know, Reno is afraid that Arga misunderstands by thinking that he is considered unhealthy. A great many thoughts developed during the journey by hugging his son, a child who desperately wanted to be given more time and become close to each other to share many things without ever having anything to hide.

Anita relaxes hands, releasing hugs. He looked at the handsome face he had once hated so badly, tiptoed and then kissed the side of the face. "I love you, whatever you do, just do it. But don't ever let me know or see anything" Anita said.

"meaning?" not understanding Reno, squinting both eyes with furrowed eyebrows.

"I don't want to hear about me with anyone, just don't talk about it and just do what you want. As long as I don't know, then everything will be fine." Anita smiled, switching start to cooking.

"Explain! I don't like words with puzzles!" firmly Reno pulled an arm.

"Nothing, what should I explain?" relax Anita still with a smile shown.

"Don't start a problem for useless misunderstandings!" assertive men do not like puzzles without a wide explanation. For him, every speech must have a reason, there is an explanation that must be given and not just speech.

"You think I'm a thug? I won't fight easily, unless there's something that makes me have to. After all, I'm not a high school kid who likes to fight just for things that don't really matter." Reno said, smiling back at the wife with arms swinging towards her.

"What?!" firmly Reno.

"Bending down, I want to kiss you!" anita.

"Your height can't be pulled anymore?" muttered Reno, releasing his wife's hand and affirming the body.

Holding his waist with both hands, raising his wife's body sitting on the kitchen table, then bringing her face closer. "I don't like bowing, someone else has to bow in front of me!" reno.

Anita formed a very ugly face, everything was raised because the speech sounded really upsetting. But really, who does not submit to her husband? in fact, at a distance still far away, will immediately bend if you see it. Anita put both hands straight on her shoulders, bring the face closer but urung kiss.

"Mama and papa want to cook or what?" reprimand Arga is known by his mother and immediately undoes the intention. Reno turned to the source of the voice, she let out a long sigh.

"Can we come in five minutes? It's almost there!" said Reno, hit by the wife who immediately went down.

The direction went into the kitchen, he did not want to just sit still. Playing games too lazy to continue, the boy decided to see how far his parents cooked, but instead saw the two wanted to make a friendly.

Standing near her papa and seeing her start for the event in the kitchen, her hands were very shrewd with knives. Cakes want to be made, while removed first, put first for vegetables requested by his son to be lunch. It was not too late and had not yet entered the meal, but Arga had complained of hunger.

"Remember me, let me." Reno grabbed the vegetables in a container, then washed them.

Anita smiled at her son, then turned to sauteing the seasoning. Once again Reno prevented, what was prepared wanted for him to continue. Anita resigned, she only directed for her husband to do what in order.

Cough instantly as the steam wafted by it, keeping the body and hands straight holding the frying pan over the blazing fire. Not wanting his skin exposed to heat from cooking, men who do not know if the vegetable will not cause a splash of oil, just throw the vegetables and the container on the frying pan.

Anita and Arga spoke for a moment, holding her stomach with her hand. Reno shows teeth tightening towards the two, ordering the waiter to take the container over the frying pan. It was a clear glass container, and fortunately it didn't break or he would start calculating losses.

Who does not know about it, everything that breaks before his eyes will always be counted by him and assume if it is a small loss that can be big.

Continuing the movement of the hand with the spatula he holds, giving the seasoning has been provided without a dose and only using the feeling that continues to be added by him. Arga swallowed the saliva in a doubtful gaze, no matter what the flavor of the dishes that continue to add spices and sauces.