My servant, Asha

Uneasily

The two days were very long for Arga. Not because he lived in Asha's house which was narrower than his house, but more because of the 'fasting' that his body was forced to do. He cannot touch the body of a woman who is valid for plural. It tortured.

Although his lips can sip those rannum lips easily and intensely, instead of quenching his thirst, it just makes it so. The center of him could not calm down. Thirst wants to touch and in jamah. Asha continued to pacify her husband who was already burning with passion.

***

Arga and Asha have returned to Hendarto's family home. But it was not a quiet day for them. The calmness in Asha village is a short break for the two of them, for the sake of fighting back through the reception activities that turned out to be much more tiring.

The Hendarto family is no ordinary person. This is also seen on the invited guests in the reception party. Sorts of important people came to congratulate. Although Asha was a village person, she did not look awkward in her attitude. Stay polite and show impressive hospitality.

The bodies of Arga and Asha must continue to stand at the service of guests who do not stop coming. Then Cakra appeared among the guests. This is a bit of an oasis for Asha who does not know at all the guests of the Hendarto family, although Arga always tells in a quiet whisper every guest who is known is an important person.

"I didn't expect it," Cakra said happily after previously sighing at Asha's stunning appearance. Like a father who finally let go of his daughter to get married. Cakra and Asha are very close. Asha's lips curved, smiling blushed. Arga glanced at it for a moment. "Dear my best friend, Ga. Try not to hurt her, even if not intentionally." Asha biting haru's lips. It was almost as if his hands were embracing Cakra if Arga had not dehemed to resuscitate him.

"Relax... He's safe with me. I will take care of him" replied Arga confidently. Smiling chakra.

"Should. Happy happiness, both of you." Cakra patted Arga's shoulder.

"Thank you, Ca." Asha said this while glazed over.

In this marriage also makes couples who had become the fruit of these lips appear. They're Evan and Chelsea. Mrs Wardah glanced.

Arga smiled welcoming the two of them. Asha is too. There is no anger because they should not be irritated by their presence. There's nothing wrong with them. Chelsea continued to look at Asha with a sense of defeat in her heart. This marriage is clear proof that Asha has beaten Chelsea in every way. Chelsea tightened a hug on Evan's arm.

The arrival of the two of them in this reception is also proof that they are trying to restore love in their broken and broken hearts. They want to start from the beginning with good intentions in their hearts. As a husband and wife in a good home.

***

The honeymoon that was planned after the reception for the Hendarto family became free. Arga still can't touch his wife. The two of them did not take any steps to go on a honeymoon anywhere. After the reception, they returned to the Hendarto family home.

Although Arga was agitated because of his fast, but he immediately drowned in fatigue because he continued to straighten his back to welcome guests. Their sleep is very good.

This morning after a few days of reception. Arga was awakened by the sound of birds chirping outside the bedroom window. Arga's hand swept over the side of the bed next to him. Trying to find that little body. Asha. His wife. Since the hand did not find what it was looking for, Arga's eyes opened. Then turn your head to the side. Asha wasn't there where she fell asleep last night.

Where's she?

Arga immediately surged out of the bed to head for the door. His hand opened the door and wanted to get out of the room, but it didn't. He needs to clean up first.

After cleaning up, he looked for the woman. In the hallway there was Paris who cleaned. His sister continued to make unlimited agreements with her mother. "Where's your brother, Paris?" This is a new mention of Arga. Paris also thought.

"Down down." Paris finally understood.

After getting an answer, Arga went down the stairs. In kitchen. Where there is only Bik Sumi and Mommy. Where's she?

"Asha's not here?" asked Arga like he wanted to growl in anger. Madam Wardah and Bik Sumi turned their heads in slight surprise.

"No. She's..." Arga immediately shot to the back door without hearing the continuation of Mrs Wardah's sentence. "It's a child."

"Maclum, New... The new bride." Bik Sumi smiled as she said that. Mrs Wardah ended up smiling and shaking her head at her son's behavior this morning.

Finally Arga found the woman in her favorite place, the washing place.

"I can finally find you here." Arga.

"You.., shouldn't you still be in the room with me?" tegur Arga while approaching him.

"Cannot be. I live in the house of in-laws, where might I still be in the room at this hour?" Asha's eyes were round with anxiety. Lips cone. Inevitably, Arga gave a kiss in the morning right on his lips. But that kiss turned into a tight fondling.

"Ga," hiss Asha was surprised by the lips silenced by the pleasures of Arga's lips. "In ... here ... still ..." Arga did not give his wife a chance to speak. His lips continued to pique his wife until her breath was wheezing. Rike saw the scene this morning with wide-eyed eyes. Arga didn't look around. Rike instantly blurred automatically.

Arga released his lips and made Asha gasp for breath. Asha gave a pat on Arga's arm. "Don't be brutal when there's Rike..." Asha's eyes were round with anxiety. Arga just smiled faintly.

"You're washing?" Asha nodded. "I don't like you still doing it. But if it makes you happy, keep going. I don't need to ban you" said Arga, wiping Asha's pitch-black mane.

"Yet?"

"What?" ask Asha while looking. He looked up a little because Arga was very close to him.

"Your body." Arga's eyes code by throwing a glance at Asha's body. Including her chin to make it easier for Asha to understand. Without telling, this woman actually understands.

"Yes. Not yet," replied Asha as she began to sit down in follow Arga.

"Old?"

"Maybe."

"I'm nervous." Arga sighed while leaning his back on the body of the chair. Asha. There was her nervousness that her husband could not read. Arga's eyes only looked up. Sighs and looks desperate.

"Hold on." Asha's eyes blinked. Spread your eyes and look the other way.

***

There was a crowd in the kitchen this afternoon. Four women in this house are busy making spring rolls. Actually without a lot of people he can make it. It's a Parisian activity that wants to be able to make something. Of course Asha also enlivened the atmosphere.

Mrs Wardah became like a tutor who was giving guidance to her students. He briefed his daughter and daughter-in-law who had little experience making food. But maybe because of the talent that comes from her mother who is an expert in cooking, Asha is easy to understand and can quickly.

Arga looked at the pleasure in the kitchen happily and also a tired sigh on her lips. Mrs Wardah's eyeballs can't listen to that sigh but know. Arga is agitated. Moreover, seeing his son not approaching actually went to the middle room. His wife was always looking for him.

"Aided Bik Sumi well... Mother has a need." Bik Sumi nodded. While Asha and Paris exert the ability to realize what is being done is realized.

Seeing Arga like being messy, makes Mrs Wardah want to know what's going on. So he followed Arga in the middle room. "Why, Ga? Your face should be happy after the wedding, why is your face buckled so?" ask Mother who saw Arga restless in front of the tv. It's still in her childhood, so she's at home. Especially this week, Paris is at home.

"It's okay, Bun."

"Don't you say you've been married for a few days?" ask Mrs Wardah worried.

"No. We're not fighting. That's not possible." Arga turned his head slightly with a gaze saying it was impossible.

"Then what? Mother does not like the look of such a face. Something must be worrying you. If what you think is because Asha is still going to continue the task of washing it, Mother will tell her not to do it. Sorry you couldn't prevent it. Not because you're evil."

"No. Just leave him like that, Bun. He also needs activities to fill his days. I don't like him to keep working hard like that, because the body can't hold on sometimes, but I'd rather not if he doesn't feel calm if he's quiet. That makes it uncomfortable."

"Then? What makes Mother's son moody like this? Try telling the story to Mother." Arga was doubtful. "Actually as parents we should not be too involved in the household affairs of his son. If telling a story can make you find a solution, isn't that better?" Mother sat next to Arga carrying a drink she made while watching two amateurs in the kitchen.

"Emm. that." Arga's finger scratched the nape slowly. Trying to talk to his own mind. Should I say it or not? I'm very curious. "How long is the menstrual period?" ask Arga a little embarrassed. Mistress Wardah's eyebrows lifted and narrowed her eyes, then smiled understandably.