My servant, Asha

Calm down

"Asha is not weak. Maybe it can also be said not as strong as mother, but I'm sure Asha is not as weak as her thin body." Arga's shoulders stiffened. Mother must have caught Arga's attitude which might be said to be too much of an unnatural restriction to secure Asha and her fetus. She stood and faced the pot in front of her. He is boiling beef to be tender when processed later.

Asha who had arrived near her husband while carrying the ointment, began to apply the ointment. He, who had been living in a well-established family state, certainly had never done such menial work as rubbing the frying pan. Until the skin becomes sensitive when it is first used for this.

After being sure, the mother turned her body and sat on the dining chair again. Right across from Arga. His hands began to peel off the materials on the table.

"The pregnant woman should not be silent without doing something. Maybe for Arga, the first pregnancy is stressful and scary. Reasonable. All good husbands are like that." You could say that my mother-in-law was praising him. "The mother has no right to rule you and Asha in the face of this pregnancy, but .. don't burden you too much with the fear of pregnant women and their fetuses. Asha must not be silent. He must also move freely with reasonable limits. That's also necessary. So that the baby in the womb is also accustomed to active movement. If you only wash dishes and furniture, you are sure Asha's body and the baby is okay. A woman who is pregnant will know her own limits. He'll stop if he can't do anything." Long advice mother like already know the attitude of Arga lately is very overprotective.

"Arga's probably afraid I'm exhausted, ma'am. While working there, I once fainted from exhaustion." Asha helps explain to her husband's overprotective.

"Mom understands. Your husband is a good man. You fainting is the main cause may also be due to lack of food and lack of sleep," refuted the mother who immediately made Asha grinning. Mother's guess is right. At that time Asha was sleep deprived.

"really. I'm not sleeping enough." Asha confessed. If Asha can calmly face the sentence uttered by mother, but Arga is not. He became very tense.

"Arga just wants to do the best security for Asha, Mom. Sorry if Arga's way was wrong." This time Arga gave a reason. Mom's lips are smiling. Asha felt that sin had made her husband feel guilty. And that too is for her own sake.

"Don't apologize, my daughter-in-law. You're correct. That is what a husband needs to do. Thank you for watching my daughter. I'm just ordering, calm down ... Asha is a strong woman like mother. Those jobs won't interfere with her pregnancy." Mom's eyes warmed. Reassuring that his daughter will be fine without the need for an overprotected attitude.

"I was wrong, didn't you do anything?" tanya Arga felt guilty when they were already inside the room. The splinter on his wife's lap. He made his wife's lap a pillow.

"No," said Asha softly.

"really? You're not burdened?"

"It's too light as a burden. I'm not burdened." Asha lied to her husband. Not mean to be bad, it's just that she doesn't have to tell the truth if it only hurts her husband.

"Honest ... I'm okay," Pinta Arga.

"Mr ..." Asha scratched her temple. Trying to find the right words. While Arga raised his head waiting quietly for what his wife would say. "Even if it makes my wiggle room narrow. Because I'm a person who doesn't like to be quiet." Arga listened carefully and attentively. "Watching a husband like you is the most beautiful gift to me. I'm thrilled. Honestly, I'm very grateful. I happy. Thank you." Thank you." Asha rubbed the soft side of her husband's cheek. Arga rubbed his wife's cheek.

"I'm sorry if I offended you. Maybe the mother just wants to say that pregnant women are nothing if they have to do something like, wash dishes, cook. No offense and heartache. Mother is not a person who wants to take care of complicated things belonging to others. Understand." Asha said it carefully and gently. She didn't want her husband to misunderstand.

"Yes. I'm starting to understand. Looks like I'm sorry to see I tensed up again watching you do this and that. Let alone seeing my hands reddened from forcing myself." Arga started to stare at the ceiling of the room

"really. Haha ...." Asha laughed crisply. Can't stand to hold back the laughter. "A son of a big Mall owner rubs the butt of a charred skillet with vigor. I can't stand not banning you." Arga looked up to see his wife.

"You're glad to see me at the same trial, mom, huh?" Asha closed her mouth and tried to reduce the laughter.

"Little." Asha fused her index finger and thumb and pressed down on it. Showing how little pleasure when seeing her husband in the mother's court.

"I don't understand. I'm just trying to keep you and the baby. I think getting pregnant will eat up a lot of your energy, if you have to do something else." Arga looked back at the ceiling.

"I don't actually know either. This is the first pregnancy. But I feel fine. If you're not sure, we can see the doctor again. Although it's not time to check because it's still 10 days away from nothing."

"We'll wait for the schedule to check. If you're sure there's nothing, I'd better trust my wife. I better not worry too much. Parno. Fear of this-it even makes you not free to move. It will make you stress and not good for the fetus."

"Rubber. Don't worry so much. I'll also be open if there's anything uncomfortable." Asha closed her head. Peeping at her husband's forehead. Arga's hand slipped into the back of his wife's clothes. Gently stroked that still not protruding stomach.

"My son is in here" said Arga slowly. Be amazed. Asha smiled looking at her husband's warm eyes.

After a gentle understanding from her in-laws, Arga felt lighter. Not that he loosened the security for his wife and baby, Arga remained protective. Noticing without making his wife's wiggle room limited and narrow.

Those skinny hands remained nimble helping with homework. Arga who can still see and pay close attention, enjoyed it.

As As Asha was doing the dishes, Arga sat on the dining table chair while occasionally looking towards his wife. Pregnant women are like difficulties because of her hair falling. Arga placed the newspaper on the table and approached his wife.

Asha was shocked when a hand touched her hair.

"I'm tidying up your hair. Looks like this hairdo's bothering you." Asha complied and was silent. It just so happened that Asha was washing dishes in the top sink. He doesn't have to squat. Arga gently pulled the hair tie that wrapped around the hair until it came out. Then try to tidy up the child's hair and tie it again. It's neater than it was. "It."

"Thank you." Asha tilted her head and smiled towards her husband. Arga nodded and returned her husband's smile. Then he sat down again in the chair. Take the newspaper and continue reading. "So we go home after you come home."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Bring what gifts for mother and house?" asha asked for an opinion while washing the dishes.

"Whatever."

"Typical group of this village?" tawar Asha's.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Or .. fruits only. Fear if crackers do not like. That the average fruit everybody likes."

"Can."

"If what do you think is the right gift?" This time Asha turned her body and looked towards her husband.

"Anything can. Mother and others would love." Arga is still reading the paper.

"really?" Asha doubtful.

"Don't worry. You didn't bring any souvenirs either." Arga released the attention of the newspaper he was reading, towards his wife.

"Not good ... Both deh. Fruits and crackers typical of the village."

"Yes, I can."

As scheduled, the two of them returned home after three nights and four days of staying at my father's house. Mother has wrapped the avocado fruit that was bought by Asha in the market to be brought home. Juna who was at home this afternoon put the fruit in the car.

"Don't take Sandra often. He's a rich man. Not the same as us" whispered Asha giving advice to her sister.

"Kak Arga is also a rich man," Juna replied not to lose.

"Ih, this is a child. It's been told."

"I'm just friends." Juna responded calmly.

"Awas, you know" threatened Asha. Juna's lips thinned not like.