My servant, Asha

Wok-assed

"Slight ...." Asha started to pay attention one by one. Arga tried too. "One of the characteristics of ripe avocados is the flesh that feels soft," Asha told Arga. Asha tried to check the softness by pressing it gently. He tried not to press the flesh from the outside too deeply. Arga followed.

"A "ripe avocado is usually tender when pressed. If you find it still hard, you may have to wait a few more days before eating it. But it's better. Rather than being rotten and unable to eat." Asha explained again. Arga nodded in acceptance of the explanation from his wife.

Ripe avocados usually produce a dark green color, almost like black. Therefore, one good way to choose a ripe avocado is to look at its color.

"Normally, one of the characteristics of an immature avocado when the tip of its stem is pulled will be bright green. Look...." Asha tried to expose an avocado with a short stem at the end. Arga approached to see the avocado his wife showed him. The trader took notice.

After selecting and sorting, Asha gave the choice of the fruit to the merchant. The brother weighed.

"You guys buy three kilos, Neng. Naskinsi ... This can be a little." Traders try to seduce in order to make these buyers buy more of their trades.

"No. Costly. Just one kilo," declined Asha.

"The price has fallen to fifteen thousand. Cheap is Neng."

"If I buy three kilos, it's expensive dong, Bang," said Asha.

"We'll buy it" murmured Arga slowly.

"Shhh...." Asha told her husband to shut up. Apparently Asha was planning something.

"Nice avocado, Neng." The brother forced.

"Know. That's why I buy, but if you have to buy a lot and expensive, you don't want to dong, Bang."

"Buy three kilos, fourteen thousand dah." Brother turned out to take his own initiative to reduce the price of goods sold. Asha pretended to be reluctant.

"Twelve thousand deh, Bang," hailed Asha again. This is the initial price that Asha pegged to buy a kilo of avocado.

"Don't, Neng."

"I bought five kilos. How's it? But twelve thousand, huh?" Arga glanced at his enthusiastic wife. Then look at that brother who is thinking about it again.

"May deh." Brother nyerah.

"Assyikk. We got a nice avocado cheap." Arga smiled amusedly at his wife's excitement. Excited also saw the bargain that his wife had just done.

"Buy it, Sha?" ask Arga. Because seeing Asha doesn't seem to want to go home yet.

"Weight huh?" ask Asha who is sorry see her husband bring five kilos avocado fruit alone.

"No. This time has already lost. You weigh more than this" whispered Arga in the last sentence making Asha hit her husband's arm slowly. Gemes because her husband is teasing her.

"How many days are there?" ask Asha with her head looking right and left.

"As far as you are."

"Four days only. Poor Rendra in staying you continue."

Arga chuckles. "Yes. The man may be more busy now. Why isn't he looking for a wife?"

"Yes. Why doesn't Rendra have a boyfriend? Does he not want to get married? Continue to be single without a partner is it ..," asked Asha curious.

"Don't tell me she ...." Asha immediately stopped.

"No... That's not. She's normal. It's just that maybe she wants all her sisters to finish school first. He's the firstborn like you."

"O ... Suddenly I understood." Asha nodded her head. As a fellow firstborn, he more or less understood the mind path of Rendra. Especially he is a man.

Full groceries on the crackle that Arga brought also brought Asha. Arga suggests buying groceries as well to eat at home mom for the next few days. Asha according.

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At the Asha family home, Arga remains overprotected. Every time she saw Asha do something, Arga always panicked. As As Asha lifted the pot filled with meat stew water, Arga flinched and approached. Trying to replace his wife. When Asha washes large pieces of furniture to cook food, Arga also prevents. He even willingly rubbed the frying pan with vigor.

"Why is your husband?" ask mom finally.

"Huh? Why, Mom?" Asha who approached the mother and helped cut the vegetables, frowned.

"Look at her reaction when you do women's activities in the kitchen. Until he was willing, wash the frying pan with mother's charred ass with his own hands. That why? Mother's astonished." Asha looked back. Where her husband was trying to clean the skillet's ass. "Send stop. If you look, he could be mad at you for letting his son-in-law wash furniture like that." Asha's eyes widened in surprise. Forget about it. "Mother is coming home soon."

"Good, Mom." Asha immediately approached her husband who was diligently washing the furniture. "Mom says, don't wash. Let me just let you."

"Mother's love is tired. Just got back from the shop. So I have to finish it, so it's not cleaned up by you who're pregnant." Arga gave an explanation. Asha confused. Go away, it's impossible. His mother was still watching from her seat. Asha's heart to help the mother actually makes Arga tired. Because she will be replaced by her husband.

Every Asha tries to help the mother, Arga who accidentally sees, instantly replaces her. Mother was not only uncomfortable to see her daughter-in-law help do the job, but also uncomfortable and astonished.

He knows exactly what Arga Hendarto is like. Although she did not know with her own eyes, she understood. His life must have no word washing dishes even that kind of furniture.

Sweat in the temple. Arga is seen sweating in the head, face and neck area. Asha wiped away her husband's sweat, directly with her palm. His handsome son-in-law looks messy. Mom finally intervened. Asha was surprised to see her mother standing up from the chair and approaching them.

"Arga .. You just put it down. Mom can continue. No need to help. Asha you invite your husband to eat fruit or drink juice. Don't do this kind of work. You can make your father angry, if he finds out his son-in-law did this." Hearing this stern word Asha immediately forced to put the wok on the floor. Then wash her hands and ask her to stand. Arga finally followed what his wife said.

Mom rinsed the charred skillet then. Just briefly. Because it is clean.

"Your hands are okay?" asha asked checking her husband's palm. He's worried too. Do not go home to the house of in-laws, the beloved son of Mrs Wardah is so bullied and his hands are damaged. He could be subject to laws and sanctions by in-laws. Asha's eyes stared anxiously as there were traces of redness there.

Asha tried to check. The normally clean hand was now red. There's a little old pressing marks in there. It was because this man forced to rub the frying pan's butt with determination.

"Your hands are like blisters. It hurt?" tanya Asha finally put on a grim face.

"Slightly," whispered Arga afraid to hear mother. He must be embarrassed to have forced to replace his wife's job, now he will actually moan in pain. Asha stroked that palm. His face was extremely uneasy at this moment.

"I'll get the ointment first." Asha immediately got up from her seat and headed towards the medicine shelf. Arga gasped in shock, as her mother-in-law approached the dining table where she was sitting.

"Women, even though they are pregnant, can still and are able to do other work because they are strong," she said. Arga who was sitting at the dining table turned to mother. He did not look at her, but Arga was sure that the sentence had just been addressed to him. Asha looks over at mother then at Arga. He's still looking for ointment.

"The pregnant woman looks weak. Because with a fetus in a woman's womb, it means there are two lives in one body." This time, my mother looked ahead. It faces Arga. This man was sure the mother-in-law was talking to him. Asha glanced again at the mother who was next to her. She was sure Arga was surprised, mother suddenly said that.

"As a husband is indeed obliged to ensure that the wife and fetus in the womb are safe until birth later. I understand that this mother-in-law really has more responsibility and attention for Asha who is currently pregnant." Mother was talking seriously without detracting from her calm and friendly attitude. He still shows the simplicity of the Asha family in expressing this.