My servant, Asha

Nausea and hunger

..."What did Arga say, Bik? Kok mother to be afraid Arga angry," asked Asha when Bik Sumi had given drinks and pastries to guests....

..."You know how young master. The young master had given us a little ultimatum, which is not to let you do the work. Young master doesn't want you to be exhausted and make you unwell."...

..."Because I was sick and vomiting this morning?" kerta Asha's....

..."It's probable. He wants you to be free of duty, whatever."...

..."Where can you, Bi. I can get bored." Asha's eyeballs twisted the scourge....

..."My aunt doesn't know about it. The important thing is that the aunt should be able to keep you from doing anything. Bibik doesn't want the young master to be angry about letting you do the homework." Bik Sumi did not want to be affected. He was more afraid of the young master than Asha....

...[ Previous Episodes ]...

"Let's relax as long as you can relax, Sha. It's sustenance. Not all pregnant women can relax like you." Asha turned her head towards Bik Sumi who was washing the dishes. Continue the work he did.

"Perhaps, but just stay in this house, a little unpleasant," Asha sighed.

"You start again. Feeling bad, uncomfortable." Bik Sumi turned her body to look towards Asha. Making an accusatory eye gaze, also thinning the lips. Asha clenched her jaws, feeling wrong.

I was wrong as it seemed.

"Feeling is good. Good though. Because we care so much about the people around us, but excessive. Right now, everyone in the Hendarto family wants to welcome you for who you are. Maybe it was because the young master was the mistress' favorite, but it was all also because they were kind. If it's not good, there must be only young masters they're good to you." Asha listened to Bik Sumi's words carefully. "Well, you think, where is anyone as good as this Hendarto family?"

"I know."

Precisely because they are too good, so I can't keep quiet. It keeps me always locked in the feeling of having to repay their kindness. I feel a little off guard for not doing good to all of them, I will always feel guilty.

I feel like I should know myself exactly. Like the words of the Arisan mothers. Since Madame Wardah is kind, I must not be at ease in feeling comfortable, safe and secure. Not meant to be bad to think, but deliberately did not allow themselves to run a ria and seemed to be ungrateful.

"Don't make yourself feel like you have to return the favor, every good treatment you get." This time Bik Sumi had already twisted her body. Make her body face Asha. He knew a little about what his former partner had in mind.

"Emmm.. it." He knew, because Asha was his protege in this work.

"Bibik doesn't think the same as you. In love is good, told to just relax .. instead want to work continuously. You are his wife, young master. If asked to relax, yes. After all, when else will you feel this relaxed time. When you have given birth later, when you have a baby, you will not have much time this relaxed because you have to snack on your child. Maybe there will be a babysitter, but can you get this relaxing time easily? No. gabe. You will continue to struggle with your child. Sure you are." Bik Sumi also has a lot of experience being a mother.

"really?" ask Asha a little trepidation. "But I'm just doing light work, Bik. I can do that even by closing my eyes." Asha said it with a sigh of can.

"Where can you wash dishes while you're crashing, Sha. You are just there." Bik Sumi smiled amusedly.

Relax yeah. Looks like relaxing first is better.

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After putting a souvenir on the table, Arga who came from work, went straight to the bathroom before approaching his wife. He learned from the first shock that made him very uncomfortable. Netra Asha looked at the souvenirs put by her husband.

"Emping cassava!" exclaim Asha pleased. "Where's this cassava emping coming from?" asha asked fascinated while fondling the cassava emping pack.

"From mom. I stopped by the house for a while!" arga answered from behind the bathroom door. There was the sound of water falling from above. It was a sign that her husband was enjoying a fresh shower.

"Emm...." Asha nodded feeling that he had indeed recognized the characteristics of his village. "How are you with mom?" tanya Asha was still holding onto those souvenirs.

There was a pause of a few seconds as Asha waited for an answer. Perhaps Arga was still rinsing his face, which made him unable to give an answer. Because there was still the sound of water falling from a height.

"I'll finish the shower first. We can talk in a minute."

"Yes." Yeah." Asha nodded involuntarily while sitting in front of the dressing table. After waiting for a few minutes, Arga came out from behind the bathroom door. His hands were still trying to dry his hair with a towel. Rubbing a towel into her wet hair. Asha stood up and approached. Ask for a towel that Arga holds.

"Sit. I'll dry your hair." Then she took her husband to the dresser chair. Smelling like soap and shampoo in use, out of the hair and body strapping it. Asha inhaled with a feeling of pleasure. This smell is pleasing.

Looking at the plain and moist nape, making Asha a prank to slowly kiss. Close his hot lips and kiss slowly. She loved the smell of her husband after the shower. That's soothing.

Arga slightly held back the penny that landed on his body by squinting.

Arga's hand greeted his wife's kiss by holding the back of her head and bringing her to his face. He kissed his wife's lips slowly and smiled.

"I love my wife."

"Yes. It has to." Asha chuckles. Then begin to dry the hair with a towel that it holds. "How are you and mom? What's healthy?"

"Yes. They're both healthy."

"Juna? How's Juna?"

"I can't meet him. Mom said she was healthy too." Asha rubbed her husband's hair gently. "You never call dad again?"

"Still. Only very rarely lately."

"Bapak kangen seems to. We better plan to go there," asked Arga while looking at his wife from the mirror reflection.

"Wait for your free time."

"I can shake it. I don't want to make you have to hold on for long to see you." Asha nodded in understanding. "Having his favorite son. Father son," ledek Arga.

"It's not that this guy is also still a mother's son. His favorite mother Wardah," replied Asha did not want to lose.

"true." Arga chuckles.

"Makanya mother continues to be vigilant if I start doing something that makes me tired, because of the ultimatum of her favorite child," said Asha.

Arga knows, what Asha means is his word to his beloved mother and Bik Sumi to always keep his wife from doing work that makes her tired. "I just want to make sure you're not exhausted."

"But you've made me unable to move freely. I can just relax."

"good. That's what I expected." Arga was satisfied but not for Asha. Asha's lips are conical. Pout. "I can see your lips are throbbing. Don't like it, if your husband makes you a mistress who can relax?"

"Like. I love it, but I'll stay with my mom and dad."

"No matter. I don't want my wife to do anything unnecessary. There's still the same mother Bik Sumi."

"Oh, this guy..." Asha. Arga closed his eyes indifferently. "How was your day?" ask Asha looking for another discussion.

"Funny. You don't want anything?"

"Something," answered Arga with a riddle.

"Something is what the hell?" Asha did not understand what her husband meant. His eyebrows fused a sign he was confused. Don't get.

"Emm .. for example ...."

"You want to fuck?" tanya Asha cut her husband's sentence vulgarly. But he doesn't care. Her husband's enigmatic sentence made her want to solve it immediately.

Apparently at the helm of a question like this actually makes Arga surprised. She did not expect Asha to ask about that. Not getting an answer and the silent atmosphere for a few seconds, Asha was curious and looked up at the mirror.

Asha found her husband looking up at her. Stunned to get the question that just popped out. Seeing that Asha smiled amusedly.

"Ih, what the hell .. surprised like that. Did we never do that?" Asha's face blushed as well. Who initially did not care because Arga must have said yes, now it is precisely he who misbehaved. Because, it turns out that Arga did not intend to go that way. "I look more passionate than you."

Arga smiled to see his wife so embarrassed. Asha fizzed, feeling wrong already spoken like that. Then she finished her activities and threw a towel towards her husband's lap.

"Where are you going?" Arga grabbed a towel that was almost wet.

"Laying. Your hair is dry. Already, get dressed." Asha immediately lay on the bed. I did not think her husband would follow. Hugged his wife's body from the side. "Hey, why don't you get dressed? The wind will catch."

"Body's strong. It's okay." Arga smiled amusedly seeing Asha panicking. Seeing that his arms were hugging tightly. Asha accepts. "Right, there's nothing you want?" Arga asked about the same thing.

"What is the question about? Don't make me misunderstand again" muttered Asha.

"Are you not eating or drinking something?"

"Hmmm. I really want to have dinner. Because I'm waiting for you to come home, I haven't eaten."

"Huh? Excuse me. Why didn't you tell me from earlier?" Arga surprised. Then roll over to the edge of the bed and stand up. Move to the wardrobe and look for a comfortable t-shirt. Sort through and end up wearing it right away. "Come on. We have to eat first." Arga stuck out his hand to help his wife wake up from her sleep. Asha reached her husband's hand and .. suddenly she pulled his hand and shut her mouth. His face shriveled withstanding the discomfort on his stomach.

"What's wrong?" tanya Arga felt strange.

"I'm nauseous. I'm gonna puke." Arga's eyes widened to hear his wife's complaint. Arga's body leaned to grab his wife's body. Help him immediately stand up and guide to the bathroom. In the bathroom Asha was indeed nauseous, but there was no vomit coming out of her mouth. Arga tried to help him by gently nape his wife. Asha closed her eyes and sighed.

"Have you? Not nauseous anymore?" asked Arga while tilting her head feeling worried. Asha nodded. Arga guided his wife's body to the bed to sit down. Arga's feet go to the table, where there's a teapot. Pour water in a glass glass and give it to Asha. "Drink first." Asha received the water and drank it slowly. "We're going to the doctor?"

"No. Not necessary. I'm just laparrr ... I have to eat soon," lamented the spoiled Asha.

"Yes. Let's go to the dining room."

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Since the others had already eaten, the two of them stayed in the dining room. Bik Sumi had already prepared food for the young master and his wife.

"So your nausea was from hunger?" ask Arga to know.

Asha smiled amusedly. Laughing at himself. "Yes. I'm sick of being hungry." Arga nodded in understanding. He's trying to fill out the dictionary of 'disorders in pregnant women' created by his brain. He has to understand this. "Eat a lot then."

"It doesn't have to be much. The important thing is not to be late when it's time to eat."

"Means you should always have a snack to fill your stomach."

"Maybe it's like that."

"I'll try googling."

"Make what?" asha asked while feeding food to her mouth.

"From info. Then make a list of snacks that are right for pregnant women. It also doesn't make you nauseous." Asha smiled happily her husband enthusiastically.

"Thank you ... My husband is indeed the best," praised Asha sincerely while rubbing Arga's hair. Arga's lips curled into a smile.

"Should. I made you pregnant anyway." Hearing this Asha laughed while closing her mouth. Because he was chewing food. After believing the food was chewed and swallowed, Asha patted her husband's arm. Still laughing.

"That's true. You have to take responsibility." Asha confirmed her husband's words while raising her eyebrows. Arga rubbed Asha's hair.

"After this, what do you want to eat?"

"No. It's full."

"Have you?" asked Arga unsure. Asha nodded. "Don't eat any other food?"

"Enggakkk .. maksa really." Asha. "I was hungry, but after I ate. Loving. I can't afford to eat anymore." Arga nodded his head.

"It's not that pregnant women usually want something."

"really? I don't understand."

"Typically pregnant women want then the food they like."

"Emmm... Since I was full, I did not want to eat anymore. We better get to the bedroom. Don't you want googling to make a list of snacks for pregnant women?" Asha hugged her husband's arm. Reminds her husband of the noble plan. He could imagine that work being done both.

"It seems you're looking forward to this a lot."

"really. Before that I have to wash the dishes we've been using."

"No. Leave it here. Bik Sumi will clean it up, "prevent Arga. "We'll go back to the room. As you asked." Asha put down her dirty dishes again. Stacking into one to be neat.

"Let me take this dirty dish to the sink, without washing the dishes." Asha insists she can be trusted. Arga nodded to allow. After that they went up to the second floor to do the task that Arga said earlier, googling.

While Paris, in her room was agitated. Hearing someone's footsteps on the stairs, Paris came out. She had already guessed it was Asha and her brother. Then get closer to the two of them.

"Sister, can I borrow Asha's sister, right?" ask Paris. Arga noleh. Look at his sister and try to read the look on his face to know what his sister means. Asha blinked her eyes. After a long time he was not 'bothered' by this girl's courtesy, this time he just suddenly asked about an unusual thing.

"What do you want?" tanya Arga didn't just give up his wife.

"There is a need" answered Paris.

"Must be more detailed. Until I can easily figure out what it is." Arga insisted on not giving up his wife. Asha just watched. Staring at Arga and his sister in turn.