My servant, Asha

Warm tea

Without much rejection and questioning, Asha drank it. Tea liquid began to wet his throat. The warmth of the tea began to envelop the stomach area. So it feels very comfortable.

After being sure of drinking a bit, Asha handed the mug to her in-laws again. Mrs Wardah received the mug, then placed it on the nightstand.

Madame Wardah's hand touched her forehead and rubbed the child's hair that fell on her cheek.

"It's better to just fall asleep first. After feeling better, you can take a warm bath." Asha nodded. "Then take your wife to the doctor." This time he looked at his son. Arga nodded.

"To the doctor in the afternoon, Bun. Waiting for Arga to come home from work." Hearing Asha say that, Arga's countenance immediately stiffened.

"No. Must check immediately. This time it was worse than usual. I don't want you to do anything" Arga refused. Actually, Mrs Wardah will also advise, but it seems that it is not necessary. His son took firm steps. This is always done Arga if dealing with pregnant women on this one.

"Mother understands, but Arga must have refused. You know how she is if it concerns you as much as your baby." Mrs Wardah widened her eyes and patted her daughter-in-law's hand to comply. He knows how his son is.

"This is not something that should be trivialized, Mother." Arga.

"Yes. Mother understands." He gave the code to his son-in-law. That don't argue with Arga while smiling witfully. Asha's lips smiled even though they still looked weak to see her in-laws trying to agree with all her son's sentences. "Mother has lived first."

"Yes. Thank you, Bun," said Asha. Madame Wardah nodded as she stroked her daughter-in-law's head slowly. Picked up the mug on the nightstand, then rushed back to the kitchen. Prepare breakfast for the husband and residents of this house.

"Have you gone?" asked Arga who sat back on the bed with a face still left worried.

"Yes." Yeah."

"You looked so pale earlier." Arga said that while widening his eyes considering the incident earlier.

"It's nausea vomiting as usual. I need to sleep for a second. I'll recover again soon." Asha tried to give an explanation that could calm her husband's heart.

"Do not reason. I know it's worse than usual," said Arga, who knew the difference between vomiting and his wife's nausea. Asha finally closed her lips. Stop making so many explanations that he's as good as ever. "You always say, 'I'm fine'. I'm your husband."

"Then?" ask Asha a little want to tease her husband who is anxious and also upset.

"You're this...." Arga's finger tapped on his wife's forehead with anxiety. He knew his wife was teasing him between her voice and his still weak body. Asha smiled. Asha caught her husband's hand and moved it over his head. Arga's hand understood and began to stroke his wife's head. "You just sleep first. I'm gonna take a shower."

"All right." Arga removed his hand from his wife's head and helped her sleep comfortably.

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"The mother's shell appears from there?" tanya Paris was astonished to see her bunda seen passing through the hallway to her sister's room.

"Your brother panicked when his wife was nauseous vomiting again."

"Sir Asha is sick?" ask Paris too worried.

"No. It was indeed pregnant."

"But the woman is indeed obliged to get pregnant if it is given a fortune to get pregnant. Don't feel tired and upset because women have a duty to get pregnant." Paris began to feel that she would extend her sentence. "You too, should be proud if later married can get pregnant and give birth to children. Not grumbling. You as a woman..."

"Bun. I'm gonna clean up. As Mother said, I must clean." Paris immediately cut off the sentence of the mother. His smile was made as beautiful as possible in order to be able to withstand the nagging mother when her sentence was cut. That bad feeling really came true. Mother in order to give him a long wobble again. "Call right, Bun? It's still morning." Paris pointed to a large window downstairs that showed the morning still with its dew. He followed his daughter's directions.

"Clean up the right one" Madame Wardah said immediately.

"Good, Mother. Ready." Then Madame Wardah went up the stairs and down to the kitchen. Paris took a breath. Relieved to have survived his mother's wejangan.

"Mother mah so. It's always the same thing, 'one day you'll be a wife'. Well obviously... When I was a husband," grumbled Paris as he entered the room. That's what he said after being sure his mother was downstairs.

Wives. Am I going to be a wife that soon? School is not finished. It's I'm still in second grade. Boyfriends are hard to ask for forgiveness. Already have a girlfriend, even his nephew a mortal enemy. Hhh....

While glazing and tying her hair, Paris also grumbled about her.

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"Non Asha how, Madam?" ask Bik Sumi who has finished some food. As a person who was also close to the wife of Mr. Hendarto's first son, he also felt anxious.

"Asha looks very pale. And it looks like his nausea is worse. Although actually many pregnant women who do experience it." Mrs Wardah went to the sink and put the old tea mug there.

"It's not that overdoing it is dangerous, is it?"

"Yes. Seeing Asha anyway, it was still not that bad. Maybe the nausea vomiting this morning is very severe compared to usual, so Arga is very panicked." He approached to help Sumi cook. "Asha also said that she's okay."

"But he used to say nothing, yes. Even though he's really why." Bik Sumi revealed the nature of her former protege carefully. The tail of his eyes glanced at his master. Wanted to know his response.

"I think so too. He's his son likes to not eat. I also thought of him as my own son." Hearing this Bik Sumi felt wrong. Mrs Wardah feels guilty.

"It's not so, madam..." Bik Sumi perplexity. Hitting his mouth softly for incorrectly discussing the topic.

"Oh, make Sumi really so." He laughed at the behavior of Sumi's bik who hit his own mouth.

"Sorry..."

"Ih, Sumi's Bik..." His hand touched the shoulder of this old servant with anxiety. "How long have we been together like this? Long time?" Bik Sumi nodded." From that time we got to the story. From a to z. How did Sumi get so scared when she talked about me and my daughter-in-law?"

"Yes, yeah. Sorry Madam."

"It's okay, Bi. Just story. Just anyway. Maybe I don't know about my daughter-in-law. Maybe he's closer to Sumi than I am. So maybe I'm wrong too."