Mr. Arga's wife

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The next morning Arga was already getting ready first, he did not want Retha to be angry with him again for too long a wait. Now Arga is ready with black jeans and a shirt that is left out. Arga looked more relaxed than usual even though his face remained stark with his cold face.

Then she waited for Retha who was still diving into her dreamland. He waited for his wife on the sofa while checking some files. Although today is Sunday but it seems Arga can not escape from his work in the slightest.

Not long after, finally the human sleepyman aka Retha was awakened. She grimaced to see her husband was looking neat while she was still tangled and do not forget the saliva attached to her cheeks.

"Away awake?" Arga asked when he saw his wife sitting on the bed.

"Have you ever wanted to wear that shirt to date me?"

Arga frowned, there was something wrong with his clothes. She thought her clothes were relaxed enough for a date.

"Something wrong with my clothes?" Asked Arga with a confused face.

"It's so wrong, you think I want to date an om-om!"

Arga was annoyed, even though he was looking for suitable clothes for dating but according to his wife he was still wearing the wrong clothes.

Retha stood up and opened a closet. There he picked up a large-sized pepper bag after which handed it to Arga.

"Wear this, I'll take a shower!" Said Retha while handing over a papper bag to Arga. Then Retha passed into the bathroom.

Arga also wondered what clothes had been prepared for him. He only hoped that Retha would not tell him to wear strange clothes.

Instantly Arga rounded his eyes when he saw a torn black jeans in several parts then a black shirt and a levis jacket. Not to forget Retha also added a hat and sneaker shoes in it.

"What the hell is this, he wants to make me look like a jerk?" Grutu Arga while flipping through the pants and jacket.

After a long time, Rethah finally came out of the bathroom. He saw that Arga still had not changed clothes with the clothes he had given her.

"Why not replace?" Ask Retha while choosing what outfit she is suitable to use for now.

"No, this is gonna make me look like a pussy baby. Look at his pants torn everywhere." Said Arga. Indeed, Arga loves cleanliness and neatness, so he thinks such clothes will make it like uracan and throw charismatic that is on him.

"Well, if I don't want to be okay, I'll go alone and date someone else!" Gertak Retha then he wears a short-sleeved white shirt and there is a hole in his shoulder. Arga cursed who made the curse clothes that showed his wife's smooth shoulders. What makes Arga more furious is the pants that are worn by Retha, the pants are also torn in some parts.

"Don't wear that shirt!" Arga's annoyance at his wife. Retha just shrugged her shoulders indifferently she did not care about Arga's annoyance.

Then Arga got up to walk in closet to change his clothes. While Retha thinly makeup her face so as not to look pale. I don't know if he thinks for a few days his face looks pale.

Shortly after, Arga was done changing clothes and then stood behind Retha. Sontak makes Retha surprised by the scenery behind him.

Now Arga looks five years younger than his age. Arga who usually looks neat whereas today he appears like a thug. Do not forget a sneaker that shows more assertiveness.

"Darling to see you look so handsome today, if only every-"

"Don't expect me to wear this outfit every day." Arga growled while tidying up Levis's jacket and hat.

Retha was irritated, he had not finished talking but Arga had cut off the conversation. Regretting right?

Then Retha again tidied up a little makeup that was messy because fascinated to see the new appearance of her husband. After that he also took a sneaker and branded bag that he just bought.

"Come!!!" Take Retha and then they come down.

"No breakfast yet?" Ask Arga who saw Retha pass.

"Breakfast outside, I want to eat chicken porridge outside."

"You're the one who drives, you just want to be alone with you!"

"All right."

Then they entered the Mercedes C-CLASS. Today Retha wants to really quality time with her husband without any interference from her husband's child.

The car they were riding in was slowly leaving the garage of the house splitting the streets of the capital that looks already quite crowded because today is Sunday.

"Where do you eat?" Asked Arga without turning his eyes straight ahead.

"Eat chicken porridge next to the city station only!"

"Why not just eat at a restaurant?" Ask Arga to his wife who chose to eat at the street vendor whose cleanliness is not guaranteed.

"No, I just want to eat there!" Retha said then she turned her body facing the window.

Arga can only sigh, for some reason lately Retha is very easy to sulk. Finally he just obeyed where Rethah wanted to go.

After a long journey, the car they were riding almost reached the city station.

"Where's the place?" Ask Arga while looking for the place in question.

"There's just a little more straight."

Finally the car they were riding in arrived at a place to eat that looked quite clean. They came out after Arga finished her car. Arga luxury cars have suddenly become the attention of many people who pass there. Arga does not want to take a headache anyway he has often been the center of attention.

They also found an empty seat. Seen there are many people who are having breakfast. Then Retha's eyes found an empty place in the corner. Rethah invites Arga to go there.

"How many servings of mbak?" Ask a waiter to them.

"Two." Answer Retha.

"Not one, I don't want to."

"You should try first, baby." Retha told her husband.

Shortly thereafter two servings of chicken porridge were available. Retha seemed enthusiastic to immediately eat it inversely proportional to Arga who seemed reluctant just to see the porridge alone.

"It's delicious!" Said Retha while still eating her chicken porridge.

"Darling to be eaten?" Take Retha to her husband.

"You're not hungry!" Kilah Arga is actually hungry but seeing a place that is not comfortable makes him reluctant to eat.

Without thinking long Retha scooped the chicken porridge and then put it forcibly into Arga's mouth.

"How's it?" Ask Retha to Arga.

Arga seemed to frown on his forehead weighing the taste of his chicken porridge.

"Emm a little tasty," he said then grabbed a spoon in Retha's hand and then fed his own mouth. It didn't take long a bowl of Arga chicken porridge was gone.

Retha could only fold her lips holding her laughter. He said he did not want to now he was the one who had finished first, said Retha in her heart.