The Marriage of Mr. Arogan
Arsenic Cuisine

In a luxurious apartment, a man seemed cool to enjoy a cup of tea and in his hands attached a rectangular object that is nothing but a tablet. That man is Mark. He checked Arsen's daily schedule through the tablet.

Mark looked at his watch which had shown at six past thirty minutes. He looked back at the screen and swiped it up and down. Mark seemed restless, because he thought it was possible that Arsen would not do his job as scheduled.

Indeed, lately, Arsen has rarely been in the office. He does everything at home. His motive was none other than to always be close to Amey. Since their second marriage, Arsen rarely gave Amey permission to go to the office.

Thus all external work is done by Mark. He is the one who handles the job of the boss because he gets a mandate that should not be challenged. This actually makes it difficult for Mark, but what can be said, assistants are subordinates who must obey the orders of superiors.

Mark put the tablet on the table, then he drank the warm tea until it was not left. He grabbed his phone on the table and immediately called Arsen.

(Conversations on the phone)

"Good morning sir" said Mark.

"What's the matter with you calling me? You just interrupt!" Arsen was annoyed that Mark contacted him early in the morning.

"Sorry Mister. This morning, sir, there's a meeting with Mr. Dusley from Germany."

"Cancel it and clear my schedule today."

I guessed! "Good sir."

"Ohya, also add a twice-weekly schedule to visit the Alganda Group. I want to check their performance."

"Good Sir. Are you going to the Alganda Group today with Mrs?"

"Hmm, you come at nine. My memey is still fast asleep and I don't want to bother him."

"Good sir."

"There's more you have to do. Fire all of Lauren's subordinates who are still siding with her! If you need to remodel again and put up a poster job vacancy."

"Good Sir. Is there any more sir?"

"Yes, there!"

"What Master?"

"Hurry to marry a woman and make love to her, so you can print a little Mark there!" arsen Ledek.

Tut .. tut .

"Ha-lo"

Arsen disconnected when Mark was about to speak.

"Rightly I guessed, surely the boss canceled it," snorted in annoyance. "Wait on! What did you say at the end of the conversation? Marry-married? and ... making love? HAHAHAHA!" mark's laughter filled the room. "Kill me, if I do that! Hmh!"

Mark hates the word marriage, especially with lovemaking! I don't know what makes the man so anti with love problems. Glancing at women was never, let alone dating, impossible!

For Mark, nothing is more important than Arsen and business. He worked desperately for tens of times his salary. He saved up for himself in old age. Everything concerning his future, he had already predicted.

Please understand, that is the principle of Jodi aka singles eternal. Because life is alone, then he must also manage the order of his life later.

***

After the two cleaned up, Amey and Arsen came out of the bathroom and walked towards the walk in closet to put on clothes. That day, the two will head to the building of the Aldanda Group, which now belongs to Amey.

Yep! It was hers, Amey's parents' legacy to her. And now, with Arsen's help, he can reclaim what belongs to him. Even though Amey did not manage it, the company was still on his behalf.

"Darling, I'm hungry" whined Amey stroked her stomach.

"Hmm, okay. Let's go downstairs. Elis must have prepared the food," asked Arsen.

"No Ars!"

"Why not? You want to eat out? All right, let's go find some food outside."

"No longer want Ars," shook his head while putting on a spoiled look.

"Keep Memey what does he want?" tanya Arsen stroked Amey's lips with her thumb then stuck a soft kiss there.

"I want to eat your cooking" said Amey.

Hearing his wife's words, Arsen widened his eyes after frowning. "Memy? You didn't say anything wrong, did you?"

"No Honey. I don't want to eat, other than your cooking. So let's go to the kitchen and make me some food!"

"Memey Honey? But you know for yourself, I made you cooking and the color turned all dark. Bittersweet anyway."

The gosssh! How can I feed my wife with bitter and dark food? But if I don't cook for him, then he won't eat! Confused too! the Arsenic inner grout.

"Well, if you don't want to!" jerk his feet and pass.

"Tu-wait, baby. Alright alright. I'll cook for you. But don't be mad if my cooking is weird."

Amey smiled sweetly and opened wide both hands hugging Arsen. "I believe everything in you" he said.

Arsen received the hug and kissed the top of his wife's head. "Don't sulk anymore, dear. I'll do what's best for you."

"alright. Don't disappoint me and your son."

Is this the little Ars' will in Memey's stomach?

***

It had been almost half an hour Arsen looked at the strange materials in front of him. I don't trust YouTube anymore. For him the app had fooled him back then. The food in the video is perfect and delicious. But the proof, which occurs in the real world, Arsenic cuisine simultaneously black aka charred.

"What am I supposed to do with these fucking things!" muttered Arsen.

Amey who looked at him from afar, gave support and encouragement for the man to succeed in his mission. If the mission fails, then Amey and her future children will not eat, and it could make their health bother.

The man cut up tomatoes, chives, and other kitchen ingredients carelessly. Then after that, followed by cutting the beef into several parts. He did not know what kind of cooking he was going to do.

For now it was the instinctual power that worked in his brain. What he thinks is what he will do. He began to boil the water and put the ingredients together. He gives a little flavor into the cuisine so as not to be bland.

An hour passed. He was still stirring up the strange soup that was in the pot. The water was still a little, but the pot was filled with water. But because of the fertile fire plus the time to stir the old, then the water was reduced.

"Darling, why so long?" amey asked who suddenly appeared.

"A little while, dear. Sit back."

"By the way, what are you doing?"

"Beat soup."

"Wahhat? You could turn out," clapped in joy.

Arsen gave a small smile and started to boast. "You'll be amazed to taste my cooking."

"Ohya? Quickly finish."

Arsen took a small bowl and put the soup into it. Amey's smile grew. He tried to sniff the aroma of Arsenic cooking perched on his nose. But the good smell that Amey expected did not smell at all.

"Memey, look. It's not dark, is it?" pointing at the white bowl.

Amey's expanding smile slowly faded away. He stared at the contents of the white bowl. The withered tomatoes are shapeless, the leeks are just as withered as tomatoes, strange ingredients that should not be used in beef soup, and what is it? The beef that was chopped carelessly is now shrinking.

"Ars, are you sure this is beef soup?"

"Yes! There's soup, there's beef. Be beef soup" Arsen said confidently.

"Where did you learn to make this kind of beef soup?" amey asked without energy.

"You forgot? If I have the power ..."

"Don't continue!"

"Sup-renatural," continued Arsenic with a soft look.

"It's like Tom's food, Ars."

"Tom's food?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Tom who?

"Jerry's arch enemy!"

To be continued ...

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