THE LAST
41. Come with you
The black coffee made by Hania is considered fit for her tired body. Especially while accompanied by the beautiful rabbit-eyed woman. A perfect fit for Arga.
"Be here for dinner", hail Hania.
"This part is late at night" he continued, rising from his seat, about to go to the kitchen with the old cups of drinks.
"By", said Arga, then rose up to follow Hania.
"Eh? Why?", asked Hania who was surprised to find Arga who suddenly stood behind him, rolling his shirt arm higher.
"Yes help you" said Arga relaxed.
Hania looked at the handsome man. This rich man wants to help him? Helped what? The fingers of Arga's hands are pointed and smooth. Not a man who likes to play in the kitchen. His position as the owner of a bona fide company must have never cooked his own food. Didn't they? Hania's mind drifted everywhere.
"So, what we cook for dinner?", asked Arga to disperse the thoughts of Hania who went everywhere.
Hania blinked her eyes while turning around, then opened the refrigerator she had been on her back, looked at the supplies, and then picked up the materials she needed.
"As not a seafood allergy right?", asked Hania, still standing in front of the open refrigerator.
"Ngga", replied Arga while installing an apron for himself.
Yesterday while helping Hania pick up spices on the top shelf of her kitchen set, Arga saw a pile of clean aprons there.
"How do we cook shrimp? There is also chicken. Which one would you like?", asked Hania while handing the broccoli and peppers to Arga who was standing behind her.
"I follow the chef. Whatever you cook I eat" answered Arga, which confused Hania.
Heh. Why would you cook now so complicated? Normally, his thoughts and hand movements were auto synchronous. Hania shook her head. Why did he consider so much what kind of food the handsome man liked? Just this time, he discussed the cuisine that will be processed.
Finally, Hania took both. Shrimp and chicken. He will process both according to Arga's favorite food. The sexy man called his favorite menu, it just so happened that the ingredients were available.
Arga's existence helped him greatly. He did not expect the handsome man to be quite good at peeling and slicing onions, even though he had to tear apart. Arga is also quick to take over his activities that are sauteing seasoning when he includes complementary ingredients. The main menu is ready. For his vegetables, Arga offered to cook them.
"Can you?", asked Hania hesitantly.
"Gini-gini, I was once Han's boarding boy, sometimes even cooked by myself", said Arga.
Is correct. Arga lived alone in England. As a foreign student, sometimes his tongue is less accepting of local cuisine. Because he lives alone
in her apartment, she learned to cook some of her favorite dishes.
"Yeah... Although not as good as your cooking, I still want the way" he continued while preparing teflon and spatula.
Hania waited for him while leaning her body on the ocean table while watching the strapping man. Arga's tall athletic body, with the sleeves of a shirt rolled over his elbow, wearing an apron, and focusing on his cooking, looks sexy in Hania's eyes. Thinking about it made Hania smile thinly.
"Done!", exclaimed Arga as soon as the vegetables in the stir-fry mature.
"Chef correction", Arga feeds broccoli and peppers to Hania.
"Hummmmmd... It's delicious", Hania tasted Arga cuisine.
"Truly yes, Mas can cook!", praise Hania, who was greeted with the oddity of Arga.
Hania handed the plate to Arga. The sexy man carefully moved his processed dishes. After removing her apron, Arga followed Hania to her backyard. There is a set of tables and chairs to relax and the food they have cooked was neatly arranged there.
A sunny night adds to the atmosphere of dinner two people who are both exploring their feelings are increasingly effective.
Hania feels this dinner to be her teribet dinner at once amazing. How not? He openly invited Arga to dinner for the umpteenth time at his house even let the handsome man help him. In the past, he and Galih used to cook together. But Galih was a person he had known for a long time. While Arga, the man had only met him a few months ago and easily entered his life. It was he who made it easy and gave the handsome man a gap. Yep. Hania was astonished at her who easily accepted Arga's presence.
"Han? Why daydream?", asked Arga who found Hania even fixated on her.
"Why? Admiring me huh?", seduced Arga again.
Arga's rebuke draws him from his reverie. Hania immediately shifted her eyes. He was so embarrassed, caught staring at that handsome guy.
"Don't like my cooking?", asked Arga again.
"If it's good to eat dong" said Arga while putting vegetables again into the dish Hania.
Hania just smiled. Smile is contagious to Arga. Uh. Close to Hania, Arga often smiles.
Arga really enjoyed dinner this time. Moreover, the food was the work of both of them. Just this time Arga is cooking with the woman he wants. Working together to complement and help each other. Although complicated but Arga likes it. She felt that the beautiful woman prioritized herself, always asking herself whether she liked it or not, wanted to be negated or hugged. And it seems that cooking together will make it addictive. Activities that could make him so close to Hania.
Thinking of Hania's treatment of her made Arga flattered. So far, the beautiful woman appreciates it. Never blame or judge him, very understanding. Always remember her and make room for her. Just being close to that woman made her comfortable being him.
After cleaning up their former dinner just now. Hania and Arga again sat down to relax in the backyard. Each one was busy with thoughts drifting everywhere.
"Han, maybe tomorrow or the day after I go to Surabaya" Arga said breaking the silence.
Hania looked only nodding slowly. Arga was still looking for a way to persuade the woman to come with him.
"They are busy. Not tired? Just yesterday from the Netherlands" said Hania and then chuckled.
It felt reluctant to let the handsome man go again. Hania was already comfortable being near Arga. He already felt, far away from the man like something was lacking. And also felt a sense of relief and pleasure when the man returned. I don't know, that feeling just comes.
"Huum... What if you and Tiara come along?", Hania immediately turned to hear Arga's offer.
"I mean, take a Tiara walk. Count me to keep my promise", Rayu Arga.
Hania was still staring at the handsome man in front of her. His mind was still weighing up Arga's offer. Himself dilemma. Yes or no. Hania knows herself. He was afraid of misunderstanding Arga's kindness. The insecurities of being loved by a man like Arga came up again.
"But.".", Hania's speech hangs.
Hania is still weighing her decision. Arga is already exhausted if Hania refuses.
"Help me Han, your daughter has given me hope. If yesterday I couldn't make it, I wish I had another chance. I think this is the opportunity" please Arga.
Hania sighs. He's more confused. Yeah anyway. He sees for himself how happy Tiara will be to promise Arga to go on a picnic. Then the pleasure of his daughter turned 180° when Arga never came to realize his promise. For daughter. His determination. But then the fear of misunderstanding came up again.
"Why is Mas so concerned about Tiara's feelings?", asked Hania.
"I was trying to be more sensitive to the feelings of the children" answered Arga making Hania turn her head.
"Mas I mean?", Hania had misunderstood.
"I once had a son, his name was Devan. If she was still around, 10 years old", Hania was surprised to learn that Arga had a child, rubbing Arga's left hand, to give her strength.
"I'm sorry", said Hania.
"That's long gone. Telling him won't make me sad. But the sense of regret continued to stick, because in the past, as a father I often ignored him", Arga began to open up.
"The sudden feeling of meeting Tiara made me fall in love with your daughter" Hania only heard.
"So because of Tiara?", inner Hania, herself increasingly misunderstood.
"What kind of feeling?", asked Hania curiously.
"I feel again my role as a father. Protect, pamper, calm. I feel needed as a father, Han", Arga said with teary eyes.
"Mas must be kangen Devan huh?", asked Hania, Arga nodded.
"I have been and still feel sorry for ignoring my son. The look on his disappointed face was the same as Tiara's. I would feel guilty if I could not keep my promise. Plis Han, help me. You come with me", Pinta Arga, holding Hania's hand.
Hannah has to choose. For his daughter or his ego? If for the sake of his daughter, he was afraid that Arga's attitude made him falter which turned out to be just his misunderstanding. If for the sake of her ego, she had already seen how strongly her little girl was holding back the disappointment she had to swallow at an early age. Will his daughter be okay? And he'll regret it like Arga?
"Yes, I and Tiara will join Mas", with heavy consideration Hania decided to follow Arga.
A wide smile immediately rose on Arga's lips. The handsome man unconsciously hugged Hania's body tightly. Feel relieved. That way he increasingly had many opportunities to approach the woman who was slowly enthroned in his heart.
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