My servant, Asha

Breakfasted

"It turns out you can still have breakfast this morning, ." said Mr. Hendarto with a happy face like a surprise.

"Sir Asha is cooking." Paris said it with pride. But Asha did not expect that. In his heart he was afraid to imagine Mr. Hendarto's response to his cooking.

Her husband came down and appeared at the dinner table later. Asha's lips slightly bent in annoyance with her. A soft smile made a morning greeting by Arga, greeted by a frown by his wife. Arga was confused by that response. Last night they spent a hot night.

Is it because of that?

His wife was indeed very disapproving if she had to rent a hotel room to vent her central desire that was not restrained. Arga realized that later. Then just sit down without approaching his wife first.

There's another one at the dinner table. Arga's head looked back. In the kitchen there is no mother. There was only his wife there. Then Arga looked back at the dining table.

"Mother, where?" ask Arga who just realized that mother does not exist.

"Your mother is not feeling well. Maybe tired." Dad told.

"Why is there cooking? Bik Sumi has come?" ask Arga to his sister.

"Not yet." Paris's answer did not satisfy Arga. "Why? This is all Asha's sister cooking, you know...." Paris gave an explanation without asking. She knew her brother was confused about the food that was available. Arga surprised.

"really?" Then Arga looked towards the kitchen again. Towards his wife who walked closer to the dining table while bringing her favorite fruit juice Paris. Still staring intently at Arga.

"Thank you, Brother." Paris said it with a smile.

"I make tea too, Tu...." All eyes looked quickly. Asha was about to call her in-laws 'master'. Asha rarely communicates with him directly. The mood is awkward.

"Dad, will Asha make tea as usual?" tanya Arga continued Asha's sentence.

"Yes. Please," pinta mister Hendarto.

You idiot! Why is this mouth still mispronounced. Just like a child.

During his relationship with Arga, he never learned to call Mr. Hendarto as Father. When getting married was very short time to make Asha not used to the name.

"Dad's also leaving for the office this morning. Fortunately, you cook quickly. So you can have breakfast at home."

"Sorry, in the refrigerator there are only these ingredients. I'm not going to the market. It will take time to cook for breakfast. Also sorry, this is all I can cook." Asha apologized first. It is very disrespectful he said to feed the boarding boy menu to Mr. Hendarto. But what power is, that is its ability.

Mr. Hendarto's eyeballs looked at Asha who was bowing in front of the table. Paris and Arga noticed.

"Thank you for cooking for us" he said very well. Asha.

"Let's sit down and eat together." Asha's hand was pulled slowly by Arga.

"No. I have to bring food for my mother. Isn't he having breakfast?"

"All right..." Arga took off his wife's hand. There's a pause there. When I said mother. She had already set aside food for her mother-in-law herself.

Then his feet stepped towards the main room next to the reading room.

Carefully Asha knocked on the door. There's no answer.

Is he sleeping?

After waiting, the door remained closed. Asha returned to the kitchen with a tray.

"Why is that tray of food brought back?" asked Arga while looking at the tray his wife was carrying. Father and Paris looked over. "Mother won't eat it?" Again. Arga deliberately kept asking. She's anxious. He knows the relationship between mother and wife has not been able to relax.

"No. He may not have woken up yet, so the door didn't open even if it had been knocked." Asha gave an explanation. Then turn your feet towards the kitchen table.

"Yes. Let it. Maybe mom is still asleep. He looked pale just now from feeling weak." Mr. Hendarto tried to calm down. "Eat first...." Asha nodded.

Finally Asha put her ass on the dining table chair. Although Mr. Hendarto was grateful and accepting, but Asha was still anxious. Because he has not said anything that discusses the taste of his cooking.

There was no comment from his mouth. Asha abandoned her own food. He focused more on watching his father-in-law. Paris also saw the anxiety of her sister-in-law.

Suddenly Arga feeds the rice. Asha's eyes were shocked. His face was red with shame.

"You can't eat quietly, so I have to bribe you." Arga says it slowly. In front of his family, Arga freely showed off his affection. It's very uncomfortable. Dad didn't see. Maybe not not looking, but not wanting to see. Asha's hand instantly scooped her nya. She quickly evaporated while leaning towards her husband. Arga immediately turned his spoon into his own mouth.

***

Asha sighed and was disappointed. He could not hear the response from his father-in-law.

"What to worry about? The father is not a picky eater" Arga said as Asha confirmed the location of his tie.

"I'm worried anyway."

"If he doesn't like it, he won't intentionally eat it greedily." Asha remembered that her father-in-law had eaten cleanly. Well.he could hope it was a good thing for the taste of his cooking. "Also ... Thanks for cooking today." Arga kissed his wife's forehead.

"It's just a fingernail. That's not real cooking. I'm just practicing what I know" Asha argued. His face showed me nothing.

"That's great. Indicates you didn't manipulate your own heart to deliberately perform well in front of my parents. That means you're sincere, honey...." Arga smelled the fragrance of Asha's hair because it was just this morning shampooing. Asha surprised.

"Darling? New call?" Asha sneered as it seemed like this was the first time this man had called out to her like that. Arga just smiled. His wife is hard to praise.

"Have you told me that tomorrow we're going to stay? Also be able to tell that father, mother and Juna could also come to the opening event." Asha shakes.

"No. They don't have to come to the show. They must be busy."

"Yes already. You invite them to the opening. If they want to, they can come. I left first... All right at home. Also ... please take care of Mother." Asha nodded.

The house became quiet again. Asha began to wash the furniture that had been used earlier. At that moment, we heard footsteps. Asha twisting body. There's a mother-in-law. He immediately washed the remaining soapy foam in his hands with water.

"Everything has left apparently" he murmured.

"I heard you were sick. Is it better now?" asha asked full of caution. Mrs Wardah smiled.

"Little bit. I'm worried about breakfast." Yep. This family never misses breakfast. Especially Mr. Hendarto. Asha was silent for a moment. Sort out a word to say he had made a short breakfast earlier.

Madame Wardah's eyeballs were fixed on the saji hood on the dining table. His hand tried to lift him up. Noz intended to know behind the hood. He just wanted to put the serving hood on top of the sink. At that time he found some cooking.

Madame Wardah's eyes narrowed. Asha swallowed her own saliva in tension. His eyes continued to look towards the dining table.

"You've prepared breakfast apparently."

"D-yes." The eyes of Madame Wardah continued to observe the simple cuisine of her son-in-law. Suddenly he picked up a spoon on the table and scooped a tofu stir-fry and quail egg. Asha was shocked. His heart is racing. Pronounce prayer for a moment. Hope good things come.

"You like dishes that have a lot of spices and oils like this apparently," he said as if judging participants of an amateur cooking contest. "Other times, reduce the oil. Not good for the old." Asha bit her lower lip disappointed. Feel failed.

"Sorry." Asha felt wrong. Mrs Wardah closed the hood and looked at her daughter-in-law.

"Don't feel small. This experiment is quite good," praised Madame Wardah to make Asha look up and widen her eyes.

"Thank you," said Asha a little relieved. Suddenly, Madame Wardah held her head. Seemed painless. Asha is approaching soon. "I'd better take you to the room." Mrs Wardah nodded. Asha's hands held the mother-in-law's shoulders and arms and guided her to the bedroom.

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