My servant, Asha

Pouty

Brak! Paris closed the living room door violently.

"Oh, what is it?" Mrs Wardah is in shock. Not only him, Asha and Sumi's bik who were chatting together in the living room were also shocked.

All heads turned towards the front door. The distance of the front door with the central room was not close, but because Paris closed the door with half a slam, the voice sounded very loud.

Shortly appeared Paris who had run out of the streets with a sullen face.

"Why shut the door like that, Paris? Could it be slowly without such a startling sound?" namel mistress Wardah.

"Sorry, Bun." The head of Paris lowered and immediately went up to the second floor still with a sour face.

"Eh, why is the response so?" Seeing the attitude of Paris, mistress Wardah was astonished. "And again this is too short for the child to go out for a walk," added Mrs Wardah astonished. Asha tried to notice. That face of holding back anger was probably related to her lover, Lei.

"Miss Paris why, Madam?" Bik Sumi who had just seen was also astonished.

"I don't know. Come play, come home pouting. Hhc ... Paris was having a fight with her friend maybe. Or maybe Paris has a girlfriend, huh, Sha?"

"Huh?" Asha who was still watching her sister-in-law on the second floor turned her head. "What's up, Bun?"

"That Paris has a boyfriend, huh?" ask mother again.

"Asha doesn't understand, Mother."

"Oh, huh? Isn't the closest person here to you Paris?" He knew Paris often stuck to Asha when before marriage first.

"Not really. I'm close to everything, including Mommy and Bik Sumi." Asha added a smile arch on her lips.

"Rubber, especially the beloved son of Mother. The Arga." Mrs Wardah was flirting with her daughter-in-law with her smile. Maybe this side is also imitated Arga. Teasing her.

"Why call my name? What are the women in this house talking about?" asked Arga whose arrival was not noticed by them. Pyuhhc ... Thankfully though. Asha was already embarrassed at the same tease of mother-in-law.

Bik Sumi who was sitting on the carpet with her mistress and the wife of the young master immediately stood up. Then head back. Asha stood up and approached. Kissing the back of her husband's hand.

"We're talking about you." Mrs Wardah confessed.

"Oh, huh? What's that about?"

"This house, the closest Asha was to you, must be you, but your wife is ashamed to admit it." She smiled at her daughter-in-law. Asha simply raised an eyebrow while bowed. Arga glanced at his wife. Then come smile.

"I'm tired. Asha come with me, Bun," said Arga to invite his wife who was chatting.

"Yes." Yeah." The third group of women immediately disbanded. When Bik Sumi goes to the kitchen, Asha follows her husband to their bedroom, while Madame Wardah still feels at home in front of the tv. Mr. Hendarto is not home. He was gathering with the neighbors.

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Asha helped her husband take off his suit in the room.

"Eat already?" ask Arga.

"It is, but soon I will accompany you to eat. Oh, ja. Paris had come home from the streets with her face bent. I'm sure he's got a problem." Asha says it while putting Arga's suit on the hanger. While Arga still took off his shirt buttons.

Asha's hands took over to help unbutton the shirt one by one.

"What's the problem?" asked Arga slightly looking down at his wife.

"I don't know. But I'm sure so."

"Did he have a guy?" arga's hand raised his wife's chin to face him. Figure out. All this time they always talked together without saying anything to Arga.

"Maybe it's like that." Arga drew his head closer and gently kissed his wife's lips. Not long. Then release his hand.

"So yeah? Is she still a kid, are you dating?" Arga commented.

"Name as a teenager."

"Are you like that too?"

"Why indeed? Maybe if I met you first than anyone else, I'd get close to you." Arga took off his shirt. Asha helps release.

"That's because you're my husband now. If not, of course you can't talk like that. You will think again to say that you will approach me, son of Hendarto." Arga's hand grabbed the waist of his wife who was about to put down her shirt and hugged her from behind.

"That's possible. I need to think again, why would a girl who doesn't care about anything other than basketball make me want to approach her? Maybe it's like that." Arga bent his body slightly to align his head in order to lay it over the hollows of his wife's neck and shoulders. Asha smiled.

"Hendarto's father's son is indeed smart to say. Let's take a shower and eat." Asha rubbed her husband's head gently. Arga further drowned his head in the fragrance of Asha's nape. Smuggled it. Makes Asha squint her eyes to hold the amused gelenyar.

"So my sister really has a boyfriend? Who?" Arga still did not let go of his embrace. He also still buried his head in the fragrance of his wife's hair.

"I have to answer, right?"

"really. I also want to know what you've been telling me about the two of you. I want to be involved, too." Arga's breathing blows through Asha's ear lobe.

"It looks like Paris won't agree."

"I know, but I want you to tell me. How's it?"

"It really matters?"

"I don't really like to take care of that kind of thing, but if my wife is worried about Paris, why don't I get involved too." Asha smiled as well hearing her husband's words.

"There was. His schoolmates. Classmates. It seems you've met him."

Arga thought. "really? I forgot."

"Don't ask Paris yourself if it doesn't matter. He must be mad at me. Because all I know about this is me."

"Gakk .. I just want to know. I also want to know how my sister is progressing. However, if the mother has acted, whether she has a boyfriend or not, Paris will be betrothed. Just like I used to." Arga's hand released his embrace. Then to the closet. Open the wardrobe door and take one of the shirts on a neat fold. Asha, who had been freed from her husband's sleeve, put Arga's shirt on the hanger.

"I'm afraid to remember that." Asha remembered again about the matchmaking.

"Oh, huh?" ask Arga who still needs to find underwear. Asha approaches.

"Here, let me get you a change of clothes. You take a shower."

"So you're really afraid of losing me, huh, when you always just betrothed me?" Arga still wants to continue the conversation about this.

"of course. I'm afraid of losing you too, aren't I? It's been. Let's take a shower." Asha encouraged her husband to go into the bathroom immediately. Arga chuckles.

"It turns out you feel the same way as me."

"Come in," forced Asha while Arga was still poking her head out from behind the bathroom door.

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Asha heated the dinner she made earlier for her husband. Dinner was often both. Because others often eat.

After putting all the food on the table, Asha returned to the back.

"Guide me eat," pinta Arga spoiled.

"Yes. I'll accompany you. I'll peel the avocado and make you some juice first. Just eat slowly." Asha poured the peeled avocado into a blender with ice cubes and milk. Wait a few minutes and then pour it in a glass. Don't forget to put a touch of sweet chocolate on it.

Asha came to the dining table and placed it right next to Arga's plate. While Asha himself was carrying a bowl of avocado in cubed with a sprinkling of chocolate messes and sweetened thick chocolate on it.

"Nake?" asked Arga who noticed Asha was eating the contents of her bowl happily.

"Bangetpus. I love avocados as much as I love watermelons." Asha with a smile on her lips explained.

"You ... don't really want to eat anything else?" ask Arga.

"You ate earlier."

"Maybe you want to eat something weird?"

"A strange meal? Why do I want to eat something weird? What the hell... Don't get it." Asha chuckled at her husband's question. Arga smiled faintly.