My servant, Asha

Observing

"Asha is not touchable yes..," said Mother understand. Arga threw a glance in the other direction. It's mortifying. So embarrasing. Until Arga's cheekbones are red. There was an unexpressed upset on her lips.

But because the one who was invited to chat was Mother, Arga finally did not take a headache. It would be a shame if the one he spoke to was his sister. But Arga won't do it, it's crazy. Mrs Wardah does not tease or tease her son because of this. He's understood. "Since when?"

"Emm.. since the beginning of the marriage," answered Arga reluctantly. Because it's obviously very uncomfortable for him. Madame Wardah nodded in understanding.

"Depending on when he's in those days, Ga. Every woman is not the same. But in general it is only seven days. You just ask if he's clean yet. It looks like it's clean." Really, hearing the word 'clean' makes Arga sumringah in the heart. The other words you said, just passed by. Mother glanced and slightly held back a smile. His son was moody because he had not finished his first night.

Arga just nodded slowly and then did not react. I don't know where his mind is now, which he's clearly no longer moody. Like there was a glimmer of hope for him. Mrs Wardah can see that.

***

Arga went back to the room to clean up. It is late in the afternoon but the sun is still bright with its light that is not hot and does not sting. When she finished cleaning herself, Asha appeared while carrying two dishes. One plate contains spring rolls and the other plate contains his favorite watermelon.

"I brought this for you." Asha's smile expanded while showing off what she had brought.

"That's spirited. Not that it's all your favorite." Arga was still drying her still wet hair.

"true." Asha chuckled, as it turned out that she was indeed carrying what was only in her tribe. "Have you taken a shower? I have to shower soon too. It's already afternoon. Cooking or baking is exactly what I imagined. Tiring is complicated too. It's all paid off because I can eat what I made before." Arga's lips smiled as well seeing Asha excited. Asha held up one lumpia cake to feed it into her husband's mouth. Arga according. Then bite off half of that lumpia cake. Chew and swallow it after chewing well.

"How's it?" asha asked to hear her husband's opinion.

"Because you made it, I can say it's delicious." Hearing Arga's comment, inevitably Asha chuckled again. It was not the form he was happy, but rather laughing at Arga who was dishonest in judging.

"The answer should be good or bad. Why answer vaguely like that... Afraid I'm hurt?" asha asked as she patted Arga's cheek slowly and anxiously. Still with his smile. Then put a lumpia piece of Arga bite into his mouth.

"Indeed. Let's just say it's delicious because I made it," Asha said to herself in a very clear dismissive tone. Then chuckle. "Don't waste the fruit. I'm gonna take a shower first." Asha deliberately threatened first because Arga also likes the fresh red fruit. Arga just smiled amusedly.

"I'm going down." Then Asha headed to the bathroom.

"Yes!" asha answered from behind the bathroom door. Arga picked up a watermelon. True said Asha, he was afraid that this fruit was finished in his meal. This fruit is very refreshing.

***

The bathroom door is open. A fragrant aroma rippled from behind the bathroom. Asha came out still wrapped in her towel. Netra Arga was watching the woman. Asha was stunned to see Arga still here.

"I thought you were down."

"No, I have other plans."

"What?"

"I keep your fruit from disappearing." Asha snorted cutely at Arga's explanation crumbling down on the bed. Then her feet turned towards the big glass, where there was a table containing all her beauty supplies. Although it is called all, but Asha does not really have all the equipment to decorate themselves. He's not a good perias. Even for himself.

"This fragrance makes you look good." Asha smiled when she heard Arga likening herself to food.

Fresh fragrant smell from Asha's hair. Although faint, Arga was sure it was the smell of shampoo he used to wear. That convinced her that she had washed her hair. This woman is clean. That hair isn't wet means she washed it last night or this morning. Arga began to understand.

"You intentionally?" asked Arga while inserting Asha's hair behind her ear. Then lock Asha's hand. Asha's heart was beating faster than usual. Asha felt a great thump.

"What about?" asha asked as she watched Arga from the reflection of the large mirror in front of her. His hand that Arga was holding could not move. The man seemed to have deliberately locked his movements.

"You deliberately avoided for the time of our unification" said Arga, whispering and biting Asha's lobe. Making Asha's eyeballs squint resist the tickling twinkle.

"W-how is it possible" said Asha nervously denied Arga's accusations. Arga revealed Asha's hair and the body began to wriggle as Arga's lips tracked down her neck and nape.

"Why shut up when your body is fully touchable, Sha?" ask Arga.

"Not." Arga ignored Asha's sentence and continued to colonize the basin between the neck and shoulders when saying his sentence.

"I'm sure you deliberately avoided, to prepare yourself." Arga said this as he stopped colonizing Asha's neck with his lips while looking at the mirror. So did Asha who gasped to hold the gelenyar sent by Arga. Because Arga hugged this damp body from behind, they both communicated through the reflection of their bodies on the mirror. "You're prepared for me to touch you so badly." Asha began to be unable to answer. She's quiet.

"You'll reject me if it's not clean. This is proof that this body is ready for me." Thas right. Evidence that Asha did not resist when Arga's hand passed through the gap of the open maroon-colored towel shirt was the answer that Arga was right. Asha hid the fact that she was clean.

The hand began to guerrillaly explore the body he embraced. Touching what can be touched, because the body is plain without a piece of cloth other than a towel that covers. This woman did not refuse. Asha squirms and groans sensually slowly when receiving tickling twinkles sent through touching Arga's fingers.

Arga turned his wife's body to face her. Asha's face was already blushing red. She was found to have pranked her husband as well.he began to burn with desire due to seducing touches. He just meant to prepare himself. The rush did not make her comfortable on her body.

"I found you, Sha. Find your body that I'm ready to touch,." said Arga Parau near the ear. Asha biting her lips. Arga's lips descend through the skin behind the ears. Sending a strange vibration that was laughable but also pleasant to the entire body of Asha.

Arga opened his eyes. Looking up to see his wife who was still biting her lips held back the gelenyar that was burning her skin. Arga's smiling lips won while colonizing the other side of the neck. This original fragrant sniff of the body is mixed with the aroma of bath soap. Asha's lips sizzled sensually again feeling the burning desire.

Asha did not fight.

Asha was speechless. He was too busy feeling the excitement his body was feeling. Arga pressed his wife's body against a wall near a large mirror. Push the lips on the other side under Asha's chin. Slow groans began to be heard from Asha's lips. The woman began to sigh. Arga pulled her lips and looked at her woman happily. Asha started to catch her breath.

"This-this is too bright for you to pounce on me, Ga." Asha's words made Arga grin.

"I have no choice. It must be this time, when I managed to catch you trying to dodge. I've been holding it for quite a while" Arga exhaled a hot breath towards Asha's ears. Then down under the chin.

Arga's hand forced him to pull the towel. Showing a plain shoulder that makes Arga passionate. Once again made Asha flounder. Almost a groan of resignation escaped his lips violently. Arga instantly silenced Asha's mouth with her lips. Spice and immerse his lips there.

Arga scooped up Asha's small body and began to fade by the pleasure of touch, into a sling and carried her to the bed, which was now replaced with king size.

"Your body is heavy" whispered Arga in between him carrying Asha's body onto his bed.

"I am heavy" said Asha slowly. Her plight was still coiled around Arga's neck. Arga smiled and brought his face closer to try to make out his wife's lips.