My servant, Asha

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...In the bathroom, Arga still can't believe his wife is nauseous because of him. The air shower was let flutter his body. He was silent. His brain thought hard. What's wrong with his wife?...

...Are pregnant women all that?...

...Arga cleansed himself with the mind still directed to his wife's sentence earlier. Asha was nauseous due to her scent. It felt like he was not wanted by the person he loved. Isn't that a little painful?...

...Can this really be considered reasonable?...

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Asha waited for her husband to come out of the bathroom anxiously. He felt guilty just now. She became nauseous as her husband approached her. The book he read earlier, no longer interested him. Do not continue reading, because his mind is not focused anymore.

The one waiting finally showed up. Still with a sea-blue towel wrapped around her waist, Arga came out the bathroom door.

Asha's eyes followed the steps of her approaching husband towards the wardrobe. She slowly came down and approached her husband. Hugging from behind and kissing a plain back that is still moist due to water. Arga surprised. His head turned to the side.

"So he said he was nauseous because of my body odor. Now why even in a squid like that?" ask Arga wonder. Asha rubbed her cheeks on her husband's back spoiledly and hugged him tightly.

"I'm nauseous because it's not as strong as your perfume scent. If it smells like this, I still like it."

"Oh, huh?" Sensing from his back, Arga knew his wife was nodding. "Will you hug me?" asked Arga who felt Asha was not willing to let go of her embrace. Asha nodded once more. "Attent." Asha loosened her embrace.

Apparently Arga turned around and welcomed his wife's embrace. "Happy first. I'll put the shirt on." Asha giggled happily.

"I'm sorry, yes..."

"What?"

"I don't want you to touch."

"Hmmm..."

"You must be surprised."

"Little." Arga lied. Not little. She was so shocked earlier. Asha expected it. It looks like Arga's face is like losing a war. Asha. Staring at her husband. Her hair is still wet.

"Don't think anything. My nose is very sensitive. Don't like the poking scent." Asha's hands stretched out to touch her husband's hair.

"Even my perfume" Arga added like a growl. He said it while bowing his gaze towards his wife.

Asha laughed a little. "Yes, that too."

"I'll learn to understand. I need to learn a lot about my pregnant wife. Until it didn't happen like before. I try not to be surprised."

"I support you." Asha hugged tightly the moist body of her husband. Suddenly the towel Arga was wearing sagged. Asha was surprised because the bulge belonging to her husband increasingly felt real without wrapping. Arga slightly tiptoed in shock then took off his embrace and wanted to take out his towel lying on the floor. "No need to take it," prevent Asha from flirting.

"Huh?" Arga was surprised and made Asha laugh happily. "No. I could be the object of your toy," Arga argued that immediately subdued the body, to take the towel.

"Are you not going to?" Asha scurried watching her husband while picking up the towel.

"Not not want. I'm afraid I can't be stopped. Aren't you pregnant?" Arga stood up and wrapped his towel back. Asha smiled.

"My stomach is still small."

"So can?" ask Arga interested. His wife's desire goes up.

"I think like that," replied Asha who actually did not understand. Just guess.

"It's not what you think I should follow. We should ask the doctor first." Arga nosed his wife's nose.

"Aren't you ashamed?"

"I'm a married man. That's a question I should ask. That matters. We're out on a walk tonight?"

"Yes can. We haven't dated for a long time." Asha cheerfully heard her husband's invitation.

"Let me change my clothes first." Asha took off her hand and sat on the bed. Letting her husband change his clothes. Waiting for his turn to change as well.

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Tonight Asha guided her husband to turn to the town square.

"Yes. I-i know. I just want to see." Asha really wants to see someone else play basketball. But before that, he was already on the same block as the usual food merchants around the square. Asha's eyes sparkled. There are many foods that make it tasteful. "I want to eat corn rice," Asha half dragged her husband to come closer to the corn rice seller.

"All right, we order." Asha smiled. Finally, they had finished a serving of corn rice. Asha very quickly finished her rice. He's like he's very hungry.

"Maybe it's because you're two-bodied, your appetite is growing." Arga pointed at Asha's plate. Asha nodded while smiling embarrassedly. "Happy?"

"I want fruit ice" said Asha who had found fruit ice across from the corn rice vendor. Arga see.

"You want that too?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"All right, let's go there. Pay first." Asha approached the corn rice seller and paid. After that, hold her husband's arm, and step foot toward the ice fruit sales place.

"Sir. Ice fruit two, yes." said Asha. "I asked for a lot of avocado, sir. I will pay more" added Asha.

"Ready, neng."

They both sat in a plastic chair that the seller had provided. Asha's eyes sparkled, seeing that his bowl contained a lot of avocados. Even the other fruits are sinking and invisible because they are covered in green and yellow fruits.

Ice fruit that many avocados is really appetizing. Despite the nights, it did not make Asha cold to bite the ice cubes. To make a special sound.

"Eh, don't habitually bite on ice cubes. Your teeth will be porous." Arga looked in horror. Asha's mouth was conical and her cheeks were bulging because the ice cubes were still full in her mouth.

"Jinnerv..." Because the mouth is full and forced to talk, the words that come out sound strange. Arga frowned at the words of his wife. Asha let her husband think hard about her words. Only after finishing biting off the ice cubes did Asha start repeating her words. "Stage. It's in the mouth." Asha flaunted her teeth. Arga just thins out the lips in response.

Eating and snacking are in Jabani. Their feet continued to step inside into the bustling town square. As a person from the village, playing here first is mandatory. Especially here provides his favorite basketball court.

His feet became excited when he saw the game that became his hobby. Moreover, it was one of the ropes to connect her destiny to meet the man who is now her husband. "Wahh .. kangennya." Asha tightened her handrails.

"So remember you were scared in the corner when you saw me" Arga recalls the same meeting they had on the basketball court. Asha laughed as she smacked her husband's arm slowly. Embarrassed.

"Asha?" reprimand Cakra who turned out to be there. Asha's eyes widened. His hand was instantly detached from the grip on Arga's arm. Then shake his five fingers to welcome the greeting of Cakra.

"Remember. No basketball and stuff." Arga was worried. Moreover, there are people who are one genk with his wife. His friend stopped the game and walked over. Friends who play with Cakra also look.

"Long time no see, Sha..." Asha nodded. After shaking hands they decided to sit on the sidelines.

"Just sit and talk." Arga gave another warning.

"Yes, just sit, right." Asha tried to give her husband confidence she would not act.

"Can't play basketball anymore?" ask Cakra to talk. Asha raised her eyebrows and nodded.

"She's pregnant" said Arga. The chakra that had seen Asha this time immediately looked at Arga then saw Asha again quickly. The face of the Cakra changes upon hearing the word pregnant. "So Asha's pregnant?" ask Cakra. Asha nodded.

"Gee. Congratulations yes. Soon be a real woman .. And you'll be a father." Cakra patted Arga's arm for a moment. Arga smiled proudly.

"When's staff?" ask Arga back. Cakra smiled wryly. Unpleasant questions begin to be asked. Neither women nor men actually like questions like this. When married.

"Nonsense of heart for another except one man." ledek Asha. Cakra just grin.

"It's hard that way too. It's better for your heart to be like that when you're married. So your heart is for your wife." Cakra chuckled as Arga commented.

"Cock with other kids? Where are the people usually?" What Asha meant was Andre and Deni.

"Yes they did not come. She ...," when it appeared Deni and another, Mutual. Asha did not expect to meet the man. Arga's eyes were focused on, looking at him carefully. It seemed like he had also become tense due to the appearance of this man. Asha held her husband's hand. Know that her husband slightly let out a dark air, because of the appearance of the man.

Cakra at a glance. I hope there is no tension between them.

"Good night Mr. Arga," said Reksa. He knew in front of him was a young master.

"You can call me by name only. We are not in a working mood. You're my wife's friend, after all." Arga confirmed my wife's words firmly. Mutual smile.

"thank you. I also don't mind if we can be more flexible because we're not at work." Mutual knows they're married. Arga's side also invited his department, but he didn't show up. He was replaced by another tax partner.

"Still playing basketball, Rek?" asha asked filled the tension with a friendly tone.

"Yes. Because there are still friends who have the same fate as me, jomlo." Mutual pointed at Cakra who was smiling wryly. Cakra and Mutual do not have a partner. Then they continued the conversation that kept flowing. Where Arga tries to regard Mutual not as a rival, just as a colleague from the tax office who accidentally met outside the office.

Mutual also speaks like a friend to Mutual. He's trying to. Since Asha already contained her seed, it meant that this woman was completely hers. Asha felt sleepy and took her home.