My servant, Asha

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"Paris and Lei one school. They're familiar. Moreover, Lei once helped me when he met at the market first. So I know you too." Asha helped explain. His lips smiled towards Lei. Very natural and not made up. Because it's what it is.

"That's it..." Evan nodded in understanding. Chelsea might understand, but he didn't continue either. "Don't forget, come to my wife's seven-monthly event. You're special guests."

"Let's just relax we're coming." Asha answered Evan's invitation.

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Paris did not go far. She discovered the whereabouts of her parents and joined them after saying coldly to her brother earlier.

Even at home Paris still put a sour face and not friendly to Arga. It was not wrong that Arga ended up grumbling.

"So because...who was that?"

"Paris's girlfriend?" ask Asha who walks parallel to her husband. Arga nodded. "Let's."

"Yes. Lei it. So since Lei's Chelsea's nephew, Paris is mad at me?" asked Arga to find out the cause of his sister's anger earlier.

"Maybe."

"What relation? Do I know who Lei is? He's Chelsea's nephew I just heard, '" grumbled Arga. It would be unfair for Paris to be mad at him for that.

They are currently relaxing in the back garden. Just two. While bringing fruits and snacks. All nostalgic when they dated backstreet first. Asha listened to her husband's grunts while peeling the apples.

"If Lei is Chelsea's niece, why?" Arga asked for his wife's opinion while picking apples that have been peeled.

"I'll try asking him."

"If Paris also treats you like she was being sour with me, tell me" Arga said firmly.

"Cannot be. He can't be." Asha knows Paris must be well aware that he has nothing to do with Chelsea's story.

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"I broke up."

Asha was shocked by the confession of her sister-in-law. Though this is an opportunity Asha asked, but on this occasion Paris immediately said breaking up about his relationship with Lei.

"Decided?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"What problem can't be talked about?" search Asha.

"We don't have a problem."

"Why did you break up?" ask Asha astonished. Paris shrugged his shoulders. The shoulder movement indicates that he no longer cares about the decisions made by him.

"Maybe I shouldn't be like him. And vice versa." Asha blinked her eyes.

"You ...."

"Is it really the best?" ask Asha. Paris silence.

"Of course not." Paris finally opened its voice to honesty. "However, I can continue to date Lei, even though I hate Chelsea so much. I have my pride too, brother. I've said a lot of bad things to that woman because of Arga's sister. How can I close my eyes if I can fall in love with her niece." Paris said it with annoyance. Sad, but it also feels strange to be sad for breaking up for that ridiculous reason. Paris snorted while lying face down on her bed.

Asha simply listened without commenting anything. His name is also a teenager, their love journey is limited.

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Asha pregnancy does seem ordinary without significant obstacles. No drama wants this and wants that's what Arga used to hear from Evan's mouth. Arga felt a little less. He also wanted to know what cravings Evan was saying. However, until Asha's stomach has almost reached three months, the wishes that Evan said are common to Chelsea is not unheard of from the lips of his wife.

This morning Asha was seen bending in front of the closet while holding her stomach. His stomach repeatedly churned and spewed out stomach contents that only contained water. The look on his face grimaced with the pain in his stomach. Her eyes were watering and shed tears from the attacking pain.

The pain this time is like being squeezed to cause extreme pain. Asha vomited and vomited again. Maybe only a thick white-colored liquid came out. Because this morning, his stomach was not filled with food. Asha just woke up and felt pain in her stomach. And that makes it a long time in the bathroom because it keeps vomiting. Until the yellow liquid came out of his throat as the ultimate. Asha started to stop vomiting.

His face was full of tears and haggard. Asha's exhausted. His body sits on a closed and clean toilet.

"Asha..," said Arga who appeared in front of the bathroom with an anxious face. Asha's lips smiled faintly. Still with his helpless face. Arga's hand touched the side of his wife's cheek surface and rubbed the hair that fell over her face. Dunking the sweat on his forehead with his hands. "You're vomiting again?" Seeing the state of his wife who is weak, Arga understands Asha must have vomited. This time it seems worse. Asha nodded softly. "Come on, I'm carrying to bed first."

Asha nodded in refusal. "I can still walk."

"alright. Come on, I'm papah." Attentively, Arga helped his wife back into bed. Asha spread out slowly with the guidance of her husband. Asha's eyes instantly closed as her body swayed gently on the bed. Feeling comfortable his waist that meets a soft bed.

"I'll ask you to make a drink that makes your stomach comfortable." Still with closed eyes Asha nodded. Arga went downstairs leaving Asha who sighed.

Arga steps down into the kitchen and approaches Wardah's mistress. Looking at his son's face, he immediately asked.

"Asha why, Ga?"

"He's vomiting again, Bun."

"Vomiting?"

"Yes. Seems a little bad this time. He looks pale and limp. Could you please make me a drink that makes her comfortable, Bun?"

"Yes. Mother will make. You just go back to the room. Mommy will bring it there." Arga nodded. Then he turned around and walked back to his room.

"Non Asha is still vomiting, is he?" ask Bik Sumi. Madame Wardah who walked towards the shelf nodded.

"Yes. Though I thought, Asha has stopped nausea and vomiting. Because Arga rarely heard complaints about his wife's nausea. Now Arga's word is worse." Madame Wardah's hand grabbed a mug and a box of lemon-flavored tea. "Please boil ginger, Bi. I now make lemon tea. Later if you have to wait for the decoction of ginger. Poor Asha. This can calm him down a little after vomiting."

"Yes. Madam." Quickly make Sumi take ginger and peel it.

"I'm upstairs first, Bi. Look at Asha's condition." Bik Sumi nodded. While carrying a mug containing lemon tea mistress Wardah headed upstairs.

The door is not closed tightly. It made it easier for him to open the door. Just by pushing it a little, the door could open quickly.

Seeing the mother appear, Arga stood up from her seat on the edge of the bed. Seemed her daughter-in-law crumbling with a haggard face.

"Mother is coming" Arga told Asha, who was still closing her eyes. Slowly Asha opened her eyes.

"Mother bring lemon tea." With the help of her husband, Asha got up from sleep. Sit down so that his back is comfortable. "Asha drink this first, let her stomach warm" he said. Still with tea in his hand, he sat in Arga's place. Then handed the mug containing tea to his son-in-law.