My President

Supermarkets

Treatment is enough to make Aksa exhausted. Doctors always give Aksa time to rest, treatment will be done two or three times a week. And now, Aksa has been able to support his body but has not been able to walk as before. Just one or two steps. Doctors still recommend using a wheelchair.

When there is no treatment schedule, Aksa always took the time to go to the office to take care of the work that was abandoned because of the circumstances that were not possible. Aza forbids it, but Aksa continues to insist.

"Hubby, take a break. You from this morning have not rested at all," cried Aza. The woman always accompanied her husband to go anywhere. Aza himself was also confused what to do, he missed to work. But it's okay, he can still set foot in the office and meet with his friends.

"Wait a minute, yeah, I need to finish the PPT right now. You see, two more hours must be presented sudsh," replied Aksa as he kissed his wife's cheek.

"Hubby, can I see Sarah? I also have to buy food for our lunch."

"Of course you can, but you have to be careful. Don't let my son why." Aksa rubbed Aza's stomach which started to bulge. He was so happy, soon he would hold a little baby that would be adorable.

"Your son? This is my son too." Aza blurted her lips because Aksa always thought that it was just her son.

"Muachhh, wait for me a few more minutes, Hubby.." said Aza, who then left her husband's room.

*****

Aza is pregnant young, but she is not spoiled. Even something easy, not too strange. It seems that the prospective child understands the condition of the father, so it does not bother his parents.

"Hello, Sarah," said Aza while embracing Sarah who was sitting.

"Hm..." Sarah was always afraid that Aza would come to her. Because, already several times in a month he became the target of cravings Aza.

Aza always told Sarah to do strange things, like yesterday she asked Aza to look for young mangoes and Sarah who had to pluck it herself. Sarah was good at climbing trees, but yesterday she almost fell. The woman was traumatized by the name climbing.

"I want egg rolls, Sar," whined Aza.

"Stay buying, where's the money? I buyin."

"Ehm, baby, do you want the egg rolls or made Aunt Sarah?" Aza rubbed her stomach and invited her future son to speak.

In her heart, Sarah continued to pray that Aza's child wanted rolled eggs that were purchased not made.

"Ehm, Aunt Sarah, baby wants your egg rolled. A hundred pricks!"

Sarah was immediately helpless, she could not cook and Aza instead told her to make eggs roll.

"Later given a bonus with Papa Aksa kok, take it easy," added Aza.

Sarah who had been limp was back in spirit, for the sake of salary plus she would do whatever Aza wanted.

"Tomorrow I'll wait at home, Auntie. See you tomorrow, pretty aunt papay..." Aza pinched Sarah's cheek before she returned to Aksa's room.

"Hehehe, byeee. See you tomorrow."

Sarah jiggers and jumps. Not yet made egg rolls for Aza, but there has been a notification of remittance to his account.

"Yuhuuu, Aza is often rich gini let me be sultan!"

*****

Aza and Aksa were ready to go home. During this one month, Mr. Aryo was always with them to take them where they wanted to go. This time Aza chose to shop monthly first before returning home.

Upon entering the supermarket, many people who looked at them with pity saw Aksa who could only sit in a wheelchair.

Poor thing, beautiful, her husband is disabled.

Halah, most of the girls want because of the guy's money a lot. Look at the car is a luxury.

Why is still at home mbaknya, is it not difficult to take care of a husband like that?

Moreover, her mother was pregnant again like, her stomach was distended. Pity again pregnant told to take care of a disabled husband.

The other visitors whispered about the two people who had just entered. Although whispering, but Aza and Aksa were able to hear everything. Aksa getting down, the words of the mothers also have a point. Aza is very pity.

"I'm sorry, don't you have a job to talk about to other people?" Aza's speech was able to make the mothers speechless and return to continue shopping.

Aza immediately looked for a quiet place, she pushed her husband's wheelchair slowly while picking up the needed items. Mr. Aryo was behind them in charge of carrying the grocery trolley.

"They're..."

"Yes, Hubby?" Aza is fun to choose oranges that are neatly arranged on a table. At the end of this Aza likes to eat oranges, he must have a lot of stock at home.

"I'm sorry, I'm really unreliable. I don't pantes with you" said Aksa and lowered his head.

Aza stopped her activities for a moment and aligned her body with the husband who was sitting in a wheelchair. He stroked Aksa's cheek gently.

"Who says you don't deserve me? You're so fast, Hubby. Please don't listen to bad words about us, they just know so they talk like that."

"I'm just afraid that my legs can't recover. It's been a month or so of treatment but the results haven't been seen at all." Aksa said with tears that almost dripped, Aza swiftly held him back.

"You'll be healed! The spirit of undergoing treatment, one more month surely your legs will recover completely." Aza scolded Aksa with a high and painful tone. She dislikes her husband who is always desperate.

"Well, if you say that again! I'll squeeze like this!" Aza took one orange and squeezed it until the orange water flowed to the floor of the supermarket.

"Ayihh, it's terrible," the great-grandson of Mr. Aryo who had just watched them argue.

"My body is big, and your hands are small, how can you squeeze me!" aksa.

"Dare to answer?"

Aksa gulped her saliva with great difficulty as Aza brought her face closer in front of her and glared at her eyes until it almost came off.

"Eh that the owner of the supermarket wants to come here, it looks like he will scold you for dirtying this place," said Aksa while pointing his index finger at someone, who is he himself also does not know.

Aza immediately stood up and turned her head in the direction Aksa pointed. "Nothing, Hubby. You want to lie to me?"

"Yihhhh! Hubby, don't go!" aza shouted as Aksa trudged away leaving her. Mr. Aryo was the same, he was always afraid to see women angry.

"Ah, watch out for you!"