My servant, Asha

Guide your wife

In the morning, Asha was ready in the kitchen. She began to prepare to be a student for her in-laws.

"So, you're really gonna learn to cook with Miss Wardah?" bik Sumi asked surprised but also happy. Asha nodded confidently. "Goodoo. Mrs Wardah does want to be closer to her daughter-in-law. He wants to enjoy the fun of cooking with you."

"Then Bik Sumi how?"

"Bik Sumi is the waiter here. There's a lot of other work. The laundry you're staying in doesn't have anyone. Bibik can change the job there." Asha felt that she had gotten rid of Bik Sumi. "What face is that? aunt won't lose her job by being bibik by you." Bik Sumi understood what was meant by the look on the face of a colleague when he was still this servant. Then stroked slowly Asha's hair. Although she is now the wife of the young master, she was once considered to be his daughter in this house. Mrs Wardah appeared and smiled to see her daughter-in-law was already in the kitchen.

All the awkwardness in the relationship between the son-in-law and the in-laws sometimes happens not just because of one party. That can all happen maybe because in-laws consider the daughter-in-law must approach because in-laws are parents who are obligated to approach. All parents are also required to be wise. Approaching first does not mean not being respected.

It may also be because the son-in-law feels he is a new person in married life, so everyone must understand his position as a new person here. Not everyone understands and understands. Try to get closer like looking for a new friend at the beginning of school.

All of that can be overcome if both have the same desire, which is to want a good relationship.

It can't work if only your daughter-in-law or in-laws try. Like a conversation. It can happen if there are two. Nor will it be done if each is silent. There must be a beginning and enthusiasm between the two.

Although here the case is different because of the social level and history as a servant of this house before.

As a mother-in-law, Mrs Wardah must indeed wisely approach first. Because as a son-in-law, Asha is definitely still new. Especially living under one roof like this. Like a host, you must be friendly in receiving guests. Asha is also a good daughter-in-law also must be open and willing to be approached. When openness is done, awkwardness can be overcome.

***

When Arga's feet began to enter the kitchen, the atmosphere began to feel different. More comfortable and relaxed. Like back to how it used to be. Even more happy. I was there, sitting with tea and reading the newspaper.

Arga's lips smiled when he saw his mother talking and discussing a topic with his wife. It seems to be talking about cooking because their fingers sometimes point towards the frying pan.

Arga sighed. Fellaway.

"Elegitimize right?" ask Dad's surprising. Arga looked quickly. Baffled. "What you see. Your mother and wife." His voice was slow but still clear. Mrs Wardah can't hear because she's too preoccupied with discussing things.

"Dad felt it?" ask Arga wonder.

"of course. Yesterday Asha was still in her awkwardness when talking to us, especially your mother. Dad could know that. Dad has no right to follow. It's a woman's business." Both of Hendarto's eyes looked at the two women in the kitchen. Arga followed the direction his father looked at. "This time they look familiar. It meant that the two of them were already able to overcome the awkwardness between the two." Arga smiled at his father's words.

"true."

"Women, however, still need the guidance of their husbands. Looks like you managed to guide your wife. I'm sure you did well. Not with loud and demanding words, but with soft sentences filled with attention. Because that woman wants to be understood." Arga nodded in agreement with his father's words.

Is correct. The woman is hard on the outside, but inside is soft and fragile, especially her heart.

Asha saw her husband was already at the dining table. Mother also looked. "You want to make your husband tea first?" haggard madam Wardah. Asha nodded. "Make it up first." Asha immediately took the mug she used to make tea for her husband.

Arga smiles to welcome the arrival of Asha who looks light and relaxed while carrying a tea mug.

"Thank you" said Arga with her most beautiful smile. Until it makes Asha blink.

***

Evan invites Arga and his wife to their home. Arga and Evan's relationship is restored. Although Chlesea used to be her husband's ex-fiance, Asha did not always bend a jealous face. He didn't need to do that because the maniacal woman seemed to start completely forgetting her obsession with Arga.

Before arriving at Evan's house, Asha proposes to bring a hand. Since it was their first time visiting Evan's house, Asha thought not to come empty-handed. Asha and Arga go down to buy a basket of fruit at a fruit sales outlet. Then wrapped neatly like a parcel.

Their car came to a house that was roughly as Evan's house. Turns out to be right, Evan shows up and opens the fence. Arga's car comes in and Evan closes the fence again.

"Finally, you'll get to my house" Evan said happily.

"You don't live in Chelsea's house anymore?" ask Arga who certainly already knows where the former fiancee's house is.

"Not us, but you are less fortunate," Arga errs with the intention of insinuating. Evan laughed.

"really. Staying there doesn't make my luck show up."

"Where's chelsea?" asked Asha who was astonished to see Evan appear by himself.

"There, inside." The three of them went into the house and found Chelsea who was arranging the dining table. Evan approached quickly.

"Already, already. Don't set it up again. Let me just." Evan held his wife's hand to not set the food on the table anymore.

"I just...." Chelsea have not completed the dispute, Evan has invaded.

"I know but I don't. Come sit down." said Evan attentively. Arga and Asha looked at each other. Why Evan behaves that way. Looks like Chelsea did not comply, because they saw the arrival of their guests.

"Welcome," he greeted began to look lithe the way he spoke to Asha and Arga.

"It's a gift from us." Asha showed the fruit of the hand she was carrying. A big basket of fruits. As Asha stood close to Chelsea, the woman spontaneously accepted the basket.

"No!" evan shouted startlingly. Everyone's surprised. Their heads looked at Evan in surprise.

"Is something wrong?" ask Arga not to like. Evan crossed the room quickly to approach his wife.

"Yes. Something is wrong. My wife doesn't have to lift this weight. No. gabe. Let me take him." Evan took the fruit basket in Chelsea's hands. Asha blinked her eyes. Arga squinted at Evan's excessive behavior. Chelsea sigh. Shaking her head at her husband's behavior. Evan took the fruit basket to the kitchen table.

Their love blossoms? More precisely the love of Chelsea that began to bloom. So Evan treated Chelsea to such an extent that it felt very excessive because grateful finally the woman loved him. Maybe this situation makes Evan look always happy. Their household life is rapidly becoming better and better. It is starting to look appropriate to be called husband and wife now.

"Sit down..." Chelsea. Finally Arga and Asha then sat still with astonished thoughts on each other's minds. Curious. They sat on the living room couch. Chelsea sat down later after the guests sat down.

"Be careful when you sit down, baby," remembers Evan making Arga's lips thin. Asha also looked on with embarrassment. Chelsea smiled amusedly at last as Evan said it while touching his shoulder. "A pregnant woman should be careful, right?" Evan began to open up the reason for his excessive attitude. Chelsea is pregnant.

"really?" ask Asha amazed. Chelsea nodded slowly.

"So your excessive attitude is because your wife is pregnant?" arga said reproaching.

"No exaggeration. Just be careful."

"Alright, just be careful."

"How many months?" ask Asha enthusiastically.

"Four. It doesn't seem like we're not paying attention right." Asha began to examine Chelsea's stomach. If observed like this, the stomach seems to be growing. Asha nodded and smiled.

"So right dong, if we bring souvenirs of fruit. Pregnant women love fruits."

"true." Chelsea confirmed.

"I invited you to come to my house, to tell you this happiness. My wife is pregnant." Evan said it with pride. This man's face showed peerless happiness.

After a long time finally he and Chelsea can be a real family. Their home became like any other marriage. Chelsea are opening their hearts and are willing to be touched. It's a gift for Chelsea when she lets her husband touch. Because the husband and wife will not just touch it.

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