My servant, Asha

This is the time

Asha smiled as Arga said those words solemnly. Only a nod of the head could Asha do to respond to Arga's statement. He was flabbergasted hearing this statement.

"My parents' Sunday will be at your house."

"Week? So your parents will be here in two days?" ask Asha surprised.

"Why?"

"So fast?"

"Faster is better, right? I can't let you linger without official status. I want to marry you soon, Sha.." whispered Arga while kissing Asha's temple. They're still in the kitchen.

"I need to get together with my family first."

"Yes understand. Your mother and father will also talk about it with your parents. They're here just to ask you officially." Arga landed his lips on the surface of Asha's lips. Just for a moment because suddenly the door opened. The two of them immediately tiptoed in shock seeing the door open. Father reappeared. Shy Rona instantly invaded the faces of the two.

"The father's phone is left behind" said the father then walked to his room. Just a minute, then out again. "Son Arga came home a bit late afternoon, waiting for my father to come home. Same mom wants to talk."

"Yes, sir."

"Asha ndak need to go to the stall, later Nak Arga participated in working at the stall. Mother said here. There's already Sri's mom." Surely they added hassles if Arga helped in the stall. Not the more settled, even more complicated because of the clumsiness of Arga. "Here you go first."

"Yes Sir. Be careful..." Arga. Then the two looked at each other and laughed. I felt ashamed because they were kissing. Arga pulled Asha's hand to sit on the sofa. "What if all marriages are made one with my family?"

"Don't, it doesn't taste good."

"I also have a salary to pay for our marriage, Sha," Arga said.

"understand. That's not what I meant. I don't feel good about my family. They also want to see his daughter's wedding in their own house."

"Yes already... That's up to you. I'm just proposing the easiest way. If not, you can ignore it. I'm not forcing." Arga rubbed the back of Asha's head gently. "Eh, your neighbor's on a peek." Arga discovers that Asha's neighbor is looking at Asha's house because Arga's nice car is still in the yard.

"We just go for a walk. There is a beach in the south. Very close to here."

"Can. The famous south coast is yes, but..." Arga stood up and pulled Asha's hand. He invited Asha to follow him.

"What's wrong?" ask Asha curiously. Arga pulled Asha's hand and pressed Asha's back against the wall behind the door. Holding the doorknob, Arga brought her face closer. "We continue what we did just now" Arga said teasingly. Asha smiled while holding Arga's body.

"No. We need to get to the beach. Mommy could be home or anybody would be in the house." Arga was disappointed. But Asha immediately gave a kiss on her cheek. "That's enough of me." Arga smiled at last.

"alright. Soon I can have you all."

***

After a conversation between Arga and Asha's parents, which without involving him, Arga returned home. Mom looks cooking for dinner.

"What is Arga's parents, Sha?" ask mom to start the conversation.

"Dad Arga rarely spoke. He has an authority that doesn't play games. Makes us automatically submissive and respectful."

"So he's a great man."

"Yes. Mr. Hendarto is a great man."

"If it's her mother?"

"Mrs Wardah is a cheerful person. He has always been a chef even though there is Bik Sumi who is in charge of cooking. Mrs Wardah loves cooking."

"Dad Arga likes to cook?" mother asked very surprised.

"Yes, Mom." Asha became nervous to see her mother surprised.

"Did Arga's mother really accept you?" This time Asha frowned. Surprised by the mother who suddenly hesitated. "How can Arga's mother who loves to cook accept you? You can't cook. Sometimes the mother herself just likes a barrage, because this mother has a rice stall which means the mother can cook but her daughter is smart karate is not smart to cook."

"Yes, Mom. I've experienced many things and finally can be accepted Arga family. I can believe."

"Very well, if it turns out that the Arga family doesn't really accept you."

"Yes... Not tomorrow Arga's parents will come here." - Asha grumbled. Mom looked at Asha gnawing. Juna who has not yet bathed passed by. He just washed his motorcycle.

"Hey, come here, you" call Asha.

"What?"

"I know yesterday Arga called you to come closer. Come on, give Arga money back." Asha knows Juna must have been given pocket money by Arga.

"What the hell. He loves me himself, not me who asks. Why should I give it back" Juna protested.

"Don't Jun. I'm not good."

"Why? Because he's a rich man and we don't have one? Because we are impressed to ask if receiving a gift from him who became rich? Then, if he were a commoner like us, you would feel mediocre, would you?"

"Either he is rich or not, if he is married to you, then he must also consider me dong's sister."

"That's true, but you act that way too because he gives you money, right?" jejek Asha's.

"Don't know. I'm going to take a shower" said Juna, then stepped into the bathroom. Asha growling. Mom just looked. Mother's shop doesn't open. Dad's on vacation too.

***

As promised, the Arga family came to Asha's house. When the luxury car owned by the Hendarto family in front of the page, all the neighbors who saw the issue of Asha's proposal on scrambling to see. Especially after witnessing for yourself the figure of Asha's future husband the other day.

They are addicted to want to see the future daughter-in-law of the family Mr. Asha. The introduction of the two families was a relief, but it also caused tension. Especially when we start discussing the wedding date. Arga did not know about the calculation of Java that Mr. Asha talked about. He follows Asha to the kitchen where she is preparing food with Juna and Mbak Sri.

"They're talking about our wedding date" Arga said. Asha looked into the living room. Juna who was in the kitchen also followed to see both parents.

"Why come here?"

"I don't understand. It is only understood by parents. I help?" tawang Arga sweet.

"No need, just sit down. There's Juna who helps Sri too." Juna grumbling. Arga smile. Without excuse Juna walked away. Asha was about to call her sister not so.

"Let Juna go. Poor thing. The young man is in jail in the kitchen" Arga said. Ma'am Sri smiled.

"That means I can come back to your house again?" ask Asha without looking.

Arga stood up and approached Asha who cut the fruit with Sister Sri.

"Here it is until everything is done" said Arga while rubbing Asha's head. The face of the woman in front of him was suddenly gloomy. Sister Sri took over cutting the fruit as Asha was busy watching Arga. Then stay away from them. Throwing the trash from the watermelon pieces out. "Why glum? For being separated from me?" Arga cupped two sides of Asha's cheeks. The lips were snorting feeling funny.

"Maybe .. I'm used to a roof with you."

"I will definitely feel sad too, when you are not at the Hendarto family home. Don't worry, it's just for a minute. I will realize your desire to always stay one roof, even one bed with me.." whispered Arga later. Asha instantly red extinguished shame. His eyes then looked into the living room afraid the parents heard. Arga grinning. "Stay well here until I come to pick you up myself." Asha nodded.

***

Asha's feelings of love for Arga grew larger, as their path opened to unite the heart with a sacred bond. The first morning after the wedding date, Asha was longing. This longing was welcomed by Arga, the man called her.

"Away awake?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Cock your voice hoarse? It hurt?"

"No."

"Is there a burden on your mind?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"What's wrong? Is there something else going on about our marriage?How are Father, Mother and Juna, healthy? They're okay, right?" asked Arga to ask several questions at once.

"They're all okay. Healthful. It's not that."

"Then?"

"I miss you..." Hearing this sentence Arga's chest began to descend feeling relieved. He took a long breath. It seemed like this was the first time Asha had said such a pleasant word. Then his lips smiled.

"It seems, I can't concentrate while working. There is someone who misses me so much. I want to see you soon, Sha."

"Don't. Don't not focus. That's hazardous. Your father will be angry. Ignore. Ignore what I just said. Is correct. You don't have to listen to me. I'm fine." Asha panic. That's very scary. If Arga makes a mistake while working just because he misses, it will be unpleasant. Mr. Hendarto will be furious.

I heard laughter there. "Yes... I-i understand. I miss you too, Sha.  I'm fighting here. We have to wait patiently." Actually, he wanted to meet more. It's just that he's trying to hold back.

***

After patiently waiting, waiting and longing to meet, finally the awaited day arrived. Arga and Asha's Wedding. A time when two human beings who are in love, unite their two different lives with a sacred bond. The day they headed to the temple.

Just like marriage in general. Their marriage took place in two places. Each of the two families has their own way of carrying out the marriage of their children.

Asha wore a kebaya full of white sequins. Staring at himself in front of the mirror for a long time. Close your eyes for a moment to make yourself aware that this is not a fairy tale or a dream. This is a beautiful reality that is deliberately laid out destiny for him.

Sweet stories are not without struggle. Heart upheaval also occurs, between choosing to go forward and break through the wall of things that are common between two different lives, or choosing to run away after trying to play with him.

When the two brides meet for the first time after a long pingit period of Asha which is almost a month, they finally meet.

I stick to the ancient principle that requires the bride and groom in pingit first before heading to the pelaminan. Actually pingit time is also done because it is waiting for a good day for both, to confirm their sweet love relationship. It also deliberately comforted Asha from her job as a housekeeper for the Hendarto family. If this is not done, Asha will continue to work as usual. Arga forbids him to do that.

Asha bit her lips. Muffled his heart beat violently. Amazed, haru, and happy. Holding back the sense of excitement because you can see Arga's face. There, Arga felt the same way.

I miss.

Both of their eyes stared at each other and said that without having to speak in a voice. They both understand that they are very happy right now. They both smile at each other. Paris, Rike and Bik Sumi are also neglected. It seemed that in Asha's eyes there were only Arga, Arga and Arga. And vice versa.