The Successor's Wife of the President
shopping

A week passed, since the dinner that made the atmosphere feel ambiguous for both. Now Tomi is standing waiting for orders to come home from his boss. Because, his work was finished quickly.

"Go home..." The sound of a wind of heaven that was waiting for from a man who had been busy reading Western recipes. In fact, it immediately published a faint arch on the lips of the man who served as a personal secretary.

His right hand clenched slowly, inwardly he muttered, Yeeees! Which means passion because there's gonna be an appointment with someone tonight at his apartment.

Of course this quick return was enough to help him prepare a lot of things. Before dinner time.

"What about you, Sir. Don't I have to drive, sir. To go home first?"

Words contain stale bases, in fact he expects Arga to expel him quickly. Because Tomi was already impatient, wanted to immediately go to the supermarket and buy some food that he would process himself. Isn't that more special than buying food so it's outside.

Imagining the girl eating her cooking, and praising her alone had already made the man who was almost stepping on the head of the four smile himself. Unfortunately Tomi did not get the jackpot.

"Emmm, yes," he answered flatly with a focused eye gaze on his tabbed screen.

I thought when you ordered me to come home it meant yes, go home. Sorry I offered you a driving service. Haaaaah, what are you thinking, Tomi? that's your job, too, isn't it?

"Good Sir. I'll wait outside."

"I have to buy the best quality meat. Then the sauce and some of the others..." Mumbled to himself without listening to Tomi.

Yes, since Arga's life back in color, his life is now not so difficult. Not since Miss Arumi was pregnant. Mr. who had earned the nickname Arogan was more often spent weekend nights in a unique way.

Like tonight, for example, Arga wanted to show his wife something. A cooking skill he learned.

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On travel...

"Take the car, I want to buy fresh ingredients for me to cook."

For what to buy again, at home you have a lot of fresh food ingredients. –Tomi membatin.

"Emmm, well sir. But, sorry. Why bother you to buy it, sir? isn't there already at home?"

Arga placed his tab on his lap.

"Something I do, it'll be more special if I buy the ingredients myself. You who can only admire in silence know. Making something for a couple is fun."

You are honest when you talk. Tomi murmured, behind the sound of mocking laughter.

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Inside the supermarket...

Tomi kept glancing at the watch. Time has shown six o'clock past fifteen minutes. While the appointment with Denna is around eight. While the man before him was still pacing around inexplicably looking for what.

Should I shop? But after this I will definitely be showered a lot of trap questions. –Rfor him in heart, while continuing to step behind Arga who was standing near the clap of fresh lemon.

"Which one should I choose?" Take two different sized lemons in both hands.

"This one is bigger. I think the water will be plenty." Pointing the one on the left.

"Bigger does not mean more water content. The quality of choosing you is really bad, Tomi. It's worth it that you're single, hahaha..."

Sir, please! Tomi sighed, wanting to feel like she was stroking the chest.

The two men walked back. Tomi herself finally chose the ingredients. He had already taken some and was now weighing carrots and potatoes.

"You also shop a lot?"

"I'll also have to fill my freezer, sir. Because the stock's starting to thin." Just answer it like this.

"Have you been cooking yourself all this time?"

"That's it, sir..." Tom smiled faintly.

"Ckckl! Tom, your life must be monochrome." Patting his shoulders while shaking his head. The look on Arga's face showed a concerned expression.

"Monochrome?"

"Yes, because your rainbow is at Mrs Ratih's house. Haha..."

Doeeeengs!

Really, you're random. Tomi who was suddenly dumbfounded immediately invited the laughter of his boss getting louder.

"Hahaha, look at that face of yours." Pointing towards Tomi.

"Hehehe..." Tomi smiled crisply. It's up to you...

Tomi could not answer anything. And get used to it, when the married Arga is more often mocking him poor singles. But not so. Tomi is struggling to reach for her heart, but in a slow way.

In the main house...

Arga began to process all the food that has been purchased. Because he wants to play madam and assistant. The man drove the chefs out while he himself was preparing.

"Sit, Madam..." Arga took out a chair for his wife. Surely Arga's sweet deeds are welcomed by his wife.

"Oh my goodness, my husband. You don't have to do this." Arumi who feels flattered and amused can only obey.

"What is excessive? I just want to make amends." Arga leaned in, while both hands rested on a table and a chairrest on his wife's right side.

Arum raised one eyebrow. "Redeeming which mistakes? I don't think there's a mistake to make." Except for the trivial things that sometimes make me a little upset.

"Burning sausage that's like cat shit. At your friend's house."

Arum was silent for a moment, remembering. Before finally laughing to make his innocent face look even sweeter to Arga.

"Geez, baby.. Do you remember?" Arumi rubbed the cheek of her smiling husband. The man kissed Arum's forehead.

"Why is it that when you're pregnant like this, it looks so pretty, anyway?"

"Don't brag! You see my face like it's swollen? You must be mocking me, right, baby?"

"Who is mocking? I said honestly. I love looking at your face lately. Because your cheeks are getting cuby. It makes me so nervous.

"Oh, just tell me my face is like a mother bear. Aye, right? I must look older than my age."

"No, you're prettier. Your motherly aura is very radiant. That's what makes you more interesting."

Simultaneously, a middle-aged woman was already standing near them. The one with a slow motion without making a sound the woman quietly slipped.

Yes, after hearing the news that Arga is cooking for his wife. The woman became curious and wanted to see the romantic scene of her only child.

You see, he was worse than his late father when he was fighting. Hihah... (Mama Nessie)

The woman in front of Arga blushed. "really?"

"Yes, honey. Hence, you don't go on a strict diet like Mama Nessie, huh. I don't like skinny cheeks like that."

What did she say? –Mama Nessie dimmed her smile.

Arumi chuckled while covering her mouth. "You don't be like that. To me Mama Nessie has a very good posture. I'm just jealous of him."

My daughter-in-law is indeed the best. –Smiling proudly afterwards.

"What is envy for? He was forcing himself to fight time. For not accepting fate if he is old." Jeering unconsciously there is someone who is now standing behind him, hitting Arga's head with his bare hands.

Akevaakkkk!!

"Aaaaarrrghhh.." kontan turned back in a huff. But soon the upset face changed.

"Ma–Mamah?" Arumi, who was surprised, did not know that there was a mother-in-law.

"Hello, dear son-in-law." Waving his right hand while smiling. Then shifted his gaze on his boy with a cynical look.

"When's mom, back?" Ask Arum, kontan stood up.

"Just now, I heard your son is cooking. So, Mama wants to eat too." Pull Arga's arm away and then switch to take a chair.

"What did Mama do?" Arga Protest.

"What else, dinner, please! And I assigned you to cook a meal for pregnant women and this old woman." With emphasis at the end.

"Ask the chef to make your own mama's dishes."

"Indeed why? Is there a ban?" Looking towards Arum. The girl also nodded.

"Of course there isn't, Ma." Responding nervously.

"Then, then..." The proook! The proook! Mama Nessie patted her palms twice near the ears. "Sistant kitchen Arga Sanjaya! Please make us a delicious dinner, yeah."

"Haaaah..yeah!"

"Eeeiii... Just a minute." Mama Nessie took a black apron, then paired it for the child. "Hehehe, this is better."

"Ck!" The man grumbled. But still doing his job well.

All of her cooking actions led to a small debate when the anxious mother began to intervene giving her cooking directions. Arum smiled, looking at her. Mother and child cooking action that really looks unique but warm impressed it. His right hand rubbed his own stomach.

We're not gonna be like that, yeah, kid. His mind was still watching the long debate in front of him.