My servant, Asha

Asha state

"Of course it's impossible. It can't be mistress as good as you got it wrong."

"really? Bik Sumi is good at seducing too. Hah. ha.." Mrs Wardah laughed crisply. Then let go of his grip on the shoulder of his servant who was already like this brother.

"What's this about? How did the sound get outside?" asked Mr. Hendarto who appeared with both hands wearing gloves. Bik Sumi bowed slowly. Mrs Wardah looked over and smiled.

"Bik Sumi is making jokes, Dad..." Mr. Hendarto headed for the back door leading to the sowing area. "Well, what's the fuck you want?" ask Mrs Wardah for wonder.

"Dad wants to garden in the back garden."

"Tumbens?" Mistress Wardah's eyebrows are wrinkled.

"Yes. I want to have a lot of leafy plants in the back. It's been a long time since I've seen the back garden."

"Well, Dad's been paying more attention to the front garden." Mrs Wardah nodded. Then let her husband walk to the back door. People of this house are rarely backward because there are not many important affairs there. "By the way, because it's rare to go back, so I don't know that Arga likes to approach Asha in the back huh, Bik?"

"It seems so.." Bik Sumi smiled. Mrs Wardah understands why Arga can hide her relationship with Asha. Because the back garden is an area that is rarely touched by the residents of this house except, the employees.

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Breakfast as usual was done together. It's like a mandatory routine for the Hendarto family. As a person ages, more and more activities will be on his way. Along with that, the togetherness between families will also thin out, because of the busyness of each. Which will eventually cause disharmony in a family.

Mr. Hendarto imposed breakfast a long time ago. Although he did not talk too much like his wife, from the meeting every morning at the dinner table, he could know what the atmosphere was going on with his family. More or less he can read what is with each family member.

When Arga was close to a woman, he knew. Because every morning his first son looked different. A man is also similar to a woman. He will try to keep looking good, good and charming when his heart is attracted to the opposite sex. It happened to Arga.

I also understand that Paris is not at home at her daughter's school. Just because he thought it was the best school for his daughter, he agreed.

Like this time. Something was missing this morning at the dinner table.

"Where are Arga and his wife? Why didn't you show up at the.meja eat this morning?" he asked with his eyes on the empty chair.

"Asha couldn't eat because this morning the nausea and vomiting were worse than usual." Mrs Wardah gave an explanation.

"Great?" Hearing this his forehead crept.

"Arga said so. When I see it's not that bad even though it looks disturbing."

"So you've seen the situation?" ask Mr. Hendarto.

"Had father... "

"Then, if it's annoying, wouldn't it be better to take it to the doctor for a check-up?"

"Yes. Without her mother telling her, Arga knew exactly what to do. He's very sensitive about this."

"good. It should be so." Mr. Hendarto looks relieved. After that, he started eating his breakfast.

"Look Paris. If you're already a wife, getting pregnant is fun. Husbands are getting more affectionate and attention on our own. Also very adorable when looking at the husbands overprotected the same us. Like your father used to." Madame Wardah put her chin up to point at her husband with a smile.

"Ih, you are. Mother does not understand the same way of your mind." Mrs Wardah looked anxious to hear her daughter's rebuttal. Paris manyuns.

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After Asha felt her stomach improve, she immediately headed to the bathroom. Arga had also finished bathing and dressed cleanly since then.

"Don't soak. Shower as necessary. Cold can make your stomach uncomfortable. The towel is already there." Arga tells Asha about to open the bathroom door. Hearing that Asha looked up into the bathroom before entering it. There was already a neat towel on the small shelf in the bathroom.

"Thank you, my husband."

"Don't forget to use warm water" Arga recalled from outside the bathroom.

"Yes." Yeah."

After finishing the bath, the two prepared to go to the doctor. Arga and Asha were in the car to Murad's doctor. Arga had made the appointment until the time he arrived, the officer immediately informed him and they could both immediately consult. Coincidentally it was time for Asha to check the contents.

"Healthy fetus. I'm healthy too." The brief, brief explanation from Dr. Murad did not satisfy Arga.

"If it's healthy why is my wife nausea and vomiting more intense than usual, doc? Is it because I let her do her homework?"

"Homework?"

"Yes. My wife cannot be silent. He always wanted to help cook, wash dishes."

"Cooking and washing dishes?" As far as Dr. Murad is concerned, the Arga family is a wealthy family with servants and servants in their home. Hearing this his forehead shriveled.

"Yes. My wife likes to do it." Arga looked at Asha who was sitting next to him with annoyance, but also affection. A form of protest that he must indeed not allow Asha to do homework. Because this woman is pregnant. At such a gaze Asha only smiled casually. She knew very well her husband was feeling right this time. "Doing that is so disruptive to my wife's pregnancy right doctor?" tanya Arga felt Dr. Murad agreed with her. Seeing the look on her face, Arga knew she was right.

"No, not that. Your wife's body and fetus are healthy. The job of washing dishes and cooking is still quite reasonable and light."

"I know you were surprised to hear that my wife was doing the work at home. It indicates that a pregnant woman should not. You want to say that, right?" arga Urge. Asha's hand stroked her husband's back.

"Sorry, Mr. Arga. That's not what I mean."

"Then? What was the meaning of the surprised face?"

"Huh, what the hell is this." Asha protested against her husband. "Sorry." Asha nodded slowly feeling uneasy as Doctor Murad.

"I mean, I wonder why your wife does the job, while at home you have a servant. Your wife is a very diligent person. That's very rare." Doctor Murad gave an explanation of his surprised face earlier. This time his face smiled. "Your wife is great."

Asha laughed in her heart.

It's very rare. Because it is very rare for an employer to marry his servant, Asha said in her heart.

Unknowingly a small snort sounded from the right direction of Arga. Hearing that Arga glanced towards his wife. The woman was laughing at Dr. Murad's ridiculous words about her. He's not great. Just lucky.

"Yes. He did it with pleasure. My wife is great." Arga's hands were coiled around his wife's back proudly. A smile erupted on his lips, to acknowledge the prowess of the foolish woman next to him. Asha glanced at her husband and smiled as she shook her head slowly.