My servant, Asha

Delighted

They're not going anywhere. Asha still has not asked to be escorted around. He was still sitting relaxing while playing water and enjoying the beauty of nature in front of the room.

Asha's feet went into the water, while half of her body sat on the edge of the pond. Both of his legs moved in agitation from pleasure.

"Although both water, but not the same as the river water in the village," said Asha shaking her head.

Arga smiled amusedly while sitting on the sofa.

Because seeing his wife who sometimes seemed more resilient than him, became like a child who was happy with his heart.

The inn worker had already delivered dinner to their room. So Arga called his wife to eat first. Asha's feet rose from the water and walked towards the table where the food was.

Asha did not know what kind of food it was, but she tried to eat it.

"You don't eat?" asked Asha who saw her husband just sitting on the sofa.

"Eat. Your nutrition must be full first." Asha mangosteen. Arga watched his wife eat slowly. Sometimes his eyes narrowed at the strange food in front of him. Then immediately put it in the mouth, feel it, then nod in agreement. Maybe it tastes good.

"Not want to go for a walk?" ask Arga.

"Yet. I'm still happy here" Asha replied with her mouth still filled with food. He's a village man who has never been to these kinds of places. "Do we have to finish the walk today?" asha asked suddenly worried. "Then we have to hurry."

Arga smiled as he shook his head in understanding. "No. You decide for yourself when we go for a walk, when we go, and when we go home. I'm just waiting for you to decide. I'm there enough to please my wife."

"Are you also going to be happy if I decide everything?" Asha's worried face this time is not for fear of running out of time for a walk on this holiday, but more to the comfort of Arga. Afraid that her husband would not be happy.

"I also wouldn't be happy alone if you couldn't enjoy it." Asha approached her husband, who was sitting on a sofa near the pool, after he had pressed avocado juice with chocolate milk and sprinkled milk powder on it.

Then sit on her husband's lap. Wrap her arms around her neck and kiss her cheeks.

"What is that thought?" Arga nosed his wife's nose with his index finger. "Of course I enjoyed it too. This scenery is beautiful, I myself chose this place," said Arga, widening his hands with pride to present a holiday gift for his wife.

"really?" Arga nodded. Asha hugged her husband's body tightly. "Thank you."

"I know what you want" whispered Arga. Asha gave a small laugh while struggling to her husband. "So don't worry I'm not enjoying this holiday. It's our honeymoon. I'll make sure we both have fun together. And you being happy is my main goal. If you're happy, it'll lead back to me. I'll be happy too." Arga's hand fondly stroked his wife's hair.

After being satisfied to hug, Asha ducked with a slight push on her husband's chest to lean his head against the shoulder of the sofa. Then give her a passionate kiss on her husband's lips. Arga also directly wrapped his hand on his wife's body.

Their kisses were very intense. When Asha took off their lips, Arga's lips immediately took over down the skin of his wife's open neck and chest. His hand did not escape into Asha's clothes.

This is a place of privacy. What they do is invisible to others.

They do not make unification. Just biting, squeezing and making out here and there. Asha distanced her body from her husband's warm lips, shortly after Arga managed to make a small bite on the right chewy mound.

"Eating me is not finished yet, sorry," Asha said with a smile and raised her eyebrows. Repair a thin floral shirt that matches the atmosphere of the beach that is messy because of the insistence of her husband earlier.

Accidentally Asha stopped their play when her husband already felt his desire to rise.

"You are bad." Arga was forced to remove his wife's body. Asha stood up from the warm lap of her husband. Arga's lips also smiled as he felt that his wife had already managed to make him ascend to the sky, but he could not return to the ground.

"There's no solution?" asked Arga like a whine. Turning his head to the side, towards his wife who was sitting at the table again. His back was still resting on the body of the sofa. His body sagged a little because of the pressure of his wife's hand when it dissolved in the sensual game earlier.

"It's not too late. I also have to finish my meal. So no," Asha broke up making her husband snort. Masculinity throbbing. "Come here. Eat with. What needs nutrition and energy is not just me, you need it." The spoon in Asha's right hand swayed, inviting her husband to eat together.

Arga got up from his sagging seat lazily. Justifying his pants for a while due to the pain and stabbing in there. Walking up to his wife with a wry smile.

Land a kiss on the top of his wife's head first and start sitting on a chair. Enjoy the food from the hotel. Asha stuck out her hand to scramble her husband's hair which became grim.

"Eat first to increase your stamina," said Asha while leaving a smile on her lips.

***

The Hendarto family residence.

Mr. Hendarto was sitting with his wife in front of the tv. See the politicians debate.

"So they're on their honeymoon now?" asked Hendarto on the sidelines of an ad that appeared during the pause debate.

"Why? It's late for the honeymoon. Maybe it can't be considered a honeymoon because the wedding can already be said long."

"Yes, take it, Dad. They are also newlyweds..." Dad smiled amusedly. "We used to be like Dad...." Mrs Wardah recalls their memories.

"really. It was because the mother who felt she had to have children soon, for fear that this father did not care anymore. What a strange thought." Hendarto seemed anxious when he remembered it.

"It's only natural that women think that way." Wardah shook his hand.

"That marriage is new. Just like Arga and Asha today, but mother is confused and eager to have children. Though dad had a meeting, but mom kept terrorizing dad with a phone to ask for a second honeymoon." He still clearly remembered the excitement of his wife at that time. Wardah chuckled at the first glimpse of the story.

"Oh, dad." Wardah patted her husband's arm.

"What is this time, their impromptu honeymoon because of the mother's furore?" look at the father who is starting to not focus on seeing the debate anymore.

"No. Mothers do not go along with their affairs, as long as they can handle. Well ... This idea did come out of my mother's mouth, but it was because of my own father's son."

"What's wrong with Arga? He did something that violated the marriage?" asked Hendarto in a serious tone of voice. Tensional.

"Open. Arga wouldn't behave like that dad... We can't bring down that bad trait because we don't like it either" Wardah replied immediately. Horrified at her husband's question.

"Thank God ..." Hendarto. He doesn't have to be tense anymore.

"Arga was just whining about wanting to have children soon." Hendarto nodded at his wife's explanation. "However there is little constraint on the bodies of both."

"Have they checked with the gynecologist?" Hendarto was a little anxious.

"It has. The doctor said it was not a serious problem but also needed attention. The point is they should be away from stress first."

"Goodoo. I hope everything goes well."

"Yes. Mother also prayed that way."

"Anga's hoopla seems similar to Mother's." Hendarto cast a reproachful look with a wry smile towards his wife. Wardah realized that. His lips smiled wryly confessing.

"Indeed."

"It seems that Asha is among the calmer women when facing her man. Not like a fiery mother. Though Arga is currently working together with the boutique owned by his fiancee first." Hearing her husband's words, Wardah was shocked.

"His engagement first? Arga working with Chelsea?" ask Wardah with a face she doesn't like. Hendarto looked at his wife with a thought, I turned out to be wrong discussing this.

For him, Arga's bad memories are not too in trouble. After all, his son is handsome. He thought his son could still find another woman. Marrying her son's lover with his own friend was considered only a passing bad story.

The problem does not need to be enlarged, especially Arga can already love other people, namely his wife now.

"Yes." Yeah." Because he discussed, Hendarto admitted. He doesn't have to lie.

That little mother boy.

***

At the honeymoon spot, Arga felt the fur of his nape standing up. Perhaps the gnarled aura of his mother reached this place. Making Arga feel a coldness strike suddenly.

"Why?" ask Asha who has spent dinner that does not make her full.

"Cold. The night wind here is cold."

"We rest inside, after eating."

"No. We have to find food outside. Also in the mini market. I miss my instant noodles. This food is not filling."

"Instant noodles yes." Asha so remembered the incident of instant noodles in the kitchen first. An event that had never been imagined before. Even in a dream, no.

"You remember our first kiss?" whispered Arga who had shifted her seat to get closer to Asha. Asha's lips revealed a smile.

"Yes. A kiss from the perverted and mischievous young master," replied Asha with denouncing eyes.

"Your lips did look good at that time" Arga confessed while touching his wife's lips. "It looks like we don't have to go out for food. I have to get you there right away. To that bed." Arga pointed at the wide bed behind them without looking.