My servant, Asha

Shopping

Asha's legs were forcefully raised and cross-legged on the chair. He sat at the end of the sofa. Arga who threw the body on the sofa while leaning on his wife and whispering. "Mother angry?" arga asked in panic while whispering.

"No. Just a screech maybe, seeing us arguing." Asha giggles. He answered jokingly. Asha glanced at her husband. Arga widened his eyes dissatisfied at his wife's explanation. Arga's lips were screeched with anxiety. "Why nervous?" tanya Asha looked at her husband's reaction.

"Just be clear. It's not comfortable. It was like I was making a mistake" Arga whispered. Asha smiled again.

"Just your mind."

The father who had finished chatting with RT sir outside, walked into the house. Arga corrected his slightly delusional seat on his wife's arm. Looking at the dining table that was ready with food, he turned to the living room sofa.

"Evening is ready. Come Arga and Asha eat too." He brought his daughter and daughter.

"Yes, sir," replied Arga and Asha simultaneously. Mother who was preparing food at the dining table, looked up.

"Yes. Dinner is ready." Mother assented.

They got up from the couch and went to the dining table. I also finished preparing everything. Then they all ate with Arga who listened to the father tell him about the election of the regent who will soon be in the title. Arga is also not inferior in questioning and giving opinions. They both fit. I am so glad that his daughter and daughter-in-law came.

"Jun, where are you?" Asha asked her sister through a cell phone.

"It's reached our area. Just a little later," Juna replied via chat.

Asha and mom don't talk much. Surely Asha did not like this heavy chatter, but because they ate at one table, he was forced to listen as well.

Arga's already preparing the schedule off not working. He's been discussing with Rendra. Also told me that I will stay at my house for a few days.

Breakfast was done together because there was their handsome son-in-law. They did it out of respect for their son-in-law.

Dad left for work and juna left for school. The house began to fall. Only the mother who has not yet left for the stall. Sri was already there.

After finishing the meal, Asha again helped clean the dishes. Arga turned his head quickly when he found out Asha was carrying dirty dishes and others into the sink. From the dining chair where Arga was still sipping a glass of warm tea, he saw clearly his wife lifting up the furniture and putting it in the sink.

"This is me who brought. Don't do much work. I told you." Arga snatched the pile of dirty dishes over Asha's hand. Asha's shoulder is pengedik. Let Arga help him. Mother glances. Just look a little longer without saying anything.

Then the mother went to the shop.

"Mother to the shop first. Be well at home. If you want to get out of the house, the door is locked. I've brought the keys to the house." Mother told. Asha and Arga nodded.

"You just sit down. Let me do the dishes and stuff." Arga gave the order. With awkward and stiff movements, Arga washes dishes. Sometimes Asha smiled amusedly at the sight of her husband. The rich man tried to enter a new world. Because there is already a mother and bik Sumi, Arga does not need to wash dishes at all.

The dish washing activity is completed in about twenty minutes. Arga looked to sigh in relief. Asha stood up while giggling.

"Racid?" asha asked directly putting her fingers on her husband's shoulder. "Let's sit. I'll massage for a minute." Arga according.

"Just because you're not used to it. I'm a little tired." Asha continued to massage that shoulder. Arga closed his eyes briefly on the dining chair.

This afternoon in order to leave her husband, Asha took the initiative to invite this man to the traditional market. Mumpung is still morning. It's still seven o'clock.

"To market? Traditional market?" reset Arga. Asha nodded her head. Arga's eyes blinked. He had never been to the market.

With the guidance of the parking lot, Arga can find a parking space for his car. Asha got out of the car first. Followed her husband from the other side of the car.

"I'm sure you've never come to a traditional market like this one" Asha said, raising her eyebrows as her husband stood beside her.

Arga smile. "Looks. Because I can't possibly come here to buy vegetables." There's a tingly laugh there. Asha also laughed softly imagining Arga buying vegetables alone at the market. Asha's hand grabbed Arga's arm to guide her into the market.

Honestly, this is the first time Arga entered this crowded and crowded market. The smell of a distinctive market scent is smelled in his sense of smell. The smell of fish, the smell of raw vegetables are also the smell of the men of manual labor who lift large bags of coconut fruit, rice and groceries that require a large sack.

Early on entering and realizing this scent, Arga swallowed his own saliva while squinting. Trying to neutralize his desperate sense of smell with the introduction of a new scent.

"The beginning may be like that. The market contains a variety of people and raw materials that are sold. So the smell is mixed." Asha gives understanding.

"Yes. It's so new to me."

"How about every holiday I take you to the market, yes. Let's get used to it." Chief Asha looked up. The new idea from Asha made her lips smile.

Arga turned his head and lowered his head looking towards his wife. "Maybe good. I know how you bother to go to a market like this." Asha smiled happily. It seems Asha is a little more cheerful. Going back to the village is the right choice. Your own home is the best.

Asha tries to remember again the list that will be purchased for snacks pregnant women are avocados. "We'll find some avocado first." Asha leads. Arga nodded. Here Asha met with the neighbors.

"Oh, Asha to the same market husband, yes..." A mother carrying her child patted her arm slowly. Asha smiled. Arga followed. The mother smiled shyly while looking at Arga. It's a little awkward. But Arga tried to remain listening and polite. Before long the mothers finally finished the conversation and left. Arga slipped from their amazed look.

"They like you a lot." Asha smiled wryly.

"They're more scary eyes."

"Hahaha ..they were amazed by my handsome husband. So in their eyes you are like an idol who wants to be looked at constantly."

"Aren't you worried if someone looks at me like that? Moreover, it is a woman," asked Arga while holding Asha's hand. They walked again looking for avocado.

"It's not them that worries me, but you. As long as you don't respond to every woman's amazed look, I'm sure I'm okay." Asha said so while still looking for avocado fruit. "But it will turn into war when you look at them with amazed eyes." As this last sentence was spoken, Asha turned her head to face Arga. Assertively.

"Gakk .. I try not to. It won't." Arga wrapped his arm around Asha's shoulder. Swiping Asha's head gently.

"Must," said Asha firmly.

"There was. Avocado fruit," show Arga spirit. Asha followed the direction her husband pointed. They stopped right at the avocado fruit dealer.

"How much bang, around?" ask Asha.

"Seventeen thousand."

"Enhly bang. Ten thousand yes..," said Asha while fondling the avocado fruit that looks good.

"Can't Neng. It's a nice avocado. Avocado butter. Look at the good fruit." The brother of the fruit trader showed his avocado fruit proudly. Was good.

Arga is speechless. He was just watching this bargaining action. For him, the price of seventeen thousand was already cheap. Because in the supermarket freshfood avocado prices like that range around the thirties. But seeing his wife persistent in the bargain, Arga tried to let.

After the bargain is over because it has been agreed on the price together, Asha began to choose avocados. The price fell to fifteen thousand perkilo.

Asha tries to find a good fruit with knowledge of how the characteristics of a good avocado.

"You know what a good avocado looks like?" ask Arga curiously.