My servant, Asha

Asha's wish

"Bin, your besan is beautiful." Ms. Darmi poked the arm of Asha's mother while whispering. Asha's mother simply smiled in response. Their hands are quick to make this snack with a mouth that does not stop talking. Something is talking about them. This time it was Asha's father-in-law.

Having been born into a family, Ms. Wardah looked different. He who already has a good character so it looks striking with the citizens around the average farmer and market trader.

Without thick makeup and menor, as well as glamorous clothes, Madam Wardah does look beautiful. As at other levels of the citizens were also the sisters of Asha's mother who had gathered to help.

"Look fancy," added Yu minah.

"His name is also the city person." Asha's mother chimed.

"Yes. It also seems like an important person. I've never known where that is...." Welas tried to think.

"Why did he think long ago. We've met in a new mall." This time, Miss Kades spoke.

"True, huh Ms Narto?" tanya, Welas, stopped thinking. Others leaned in immediately to hear Bu Kades's answer. Asha's mother only glanced for a moment then did not pay attention.

"Yes. I've invited these women to the opening of the new mall. Time has forgotten. Besan Bu Binan is the wife of the new mall owner." When the lips of Ms. Narto said this all mouth gaping with widened eyes. Awe and surprise sounded.

Madame Wardah who sat a little far away from them until she heard the cry of admiration from her seat. He looked over for a while because he felt someone was watching. And the assumption is right. Many mothers were looking at him almost at the same time.

"Why, Bun?" ask Paris who came to help. Hearing this Asha who was among them looked up.

"It looks like the mothers are watching Mother, deh." Paris and Asha looked towards them.

"Mothers don't wear thick make-up, so it looks a little bit .. ugly." Paris deliberately pricked his mother. Asha nodded in surprise.

"really?" Madame Wardah's hand was about to touch her face. Asha immediately prevented.

"Mother's hands will be dirty after holding these cakes." Madame Wardah looked down at her hand.

"really. Good thing you prevented it." The madam smiled looking at her daughter-in-law. "Paris don't mock Mother. You pranking Mother huh?" Paris giggles at her bully.

"Sorry, if you're uncomfortable with people's views." Paris and the lady looked at the same time.

"Kok so you apologized. Mother is nothing."

"Just calm down, brother. This mother is hard-hold." Paris calms.

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The three-month Thanksgiving event went well. Arga and Paris' parents had already gone home first. Dad's with Angga, the house driver. While Arga and Asha are still living in the mother's house.

Although the mother had also invited them if they just wanted to come home, but Arga had intended to stay. Just stay here first. Because Asha finished eating earlier began to experience nausea again.

Arga helped to gently massage his wife's lowered shoulders. Complete the vomit that is still felt in his stomach.

"His stomach hurts?" ask Arga worriedly.

"Yes. A little bit," replied Asha grimacingly feeling the turmoil in the stomach that was starting to feel again. Asha started vomiting again. Deftly, Arga took the dipper and doused the vomit on the bathroom floor.

After the vomit begins to decrease, the nausea also begins to subside. Asha asked for a dipper in the hands of her husband.

"alright. I'm waiting outside the door." Arga handed the dipper in his hand and came out of the bathroom. Asha gargled many times trying to eliminate discomfort on the palate because of the vomit earlier. After that wash your face. Then pull the towel hanging on the bathroom wall and dry your face.

"I want to eat fruit." Suddenly, Asha asked for something. Arga's face showed his surprise. It's not usually his wife wants to eat something like this.

"Fruit?" ask Arga not to believe. Asha nodded. "Now?" ask Arga again.

Again his wife nodded. "I want to eat watermelon." The face of Arga Sumringah.

"alright. Let's go out and get some watermelon." After saying goodbye to mother and father, they both glided in search of a car that usually sells fruits on the side of the road. "Tumben, have a craving to eat something?" Ordinary question but according to Asha a little other than usual. Asha could find a trace of excitement at her husband's trivial question. There was a smile on her husband's lips.

"Because I've been vomiting, so I want something fresh. Then why do you look excited?" search Asha.

"Oh, huh? Isn't it that I'm always excited, if it's related to you and the baby?" Arga asked back while looking over for a while and showed off his sweet smile to his wife. Asha. Surprised and amazed at that sweet smile.

"Totally so."

After walking along the road, they found a pickup motor carrying watermelon fruit.

"No need to bargain, just buy it immediately" said Arga reminded. Asha nodded. If usually he is eager to bargain, this time Asha according. Too complicated when the condition of the stomach runs out of nausea and vomiting if you have to bid the price. They have got one large watermelon placed on the back bench

"I want to go to the mini market. I want to buy there," said Asha. Arga just nodded. His smile continued to adorn his lips. Very rarely did his wife's lips express desire. Tonight feels different.

If for this kind of mini market, of course there are so many hours everywhere. No need to take a lot of time, they can already find a mini market.

Asha looks rushed to get into the mini market immediately. Arga followed behind. Apparently, pregnant women can't wait to buy something. Arga smiled at Asha's behavior.

Asha's hands quickly brought the shopping cart that was placed near the entrance. His feet stepped towards the drink rack. Where his eyeballs immediately look for a drink with tetra pack packaging lychee and guava flavor.

Look to the right and left looking for something. Arga approached and asked, "Let's what?"

"Fruit rack."

"What fruit?"

"Somevose."

"Don't you buy it?"

"I'd like to buy a watermelon that's been peeled." Asha still dyed nyari fruit shelf. "Mom, here don't sell fruits, huh?" asha asked the cashier who was standing in front of her computer.

"In the fridge are apples and pears."

"No. I'm looking for a watermelon that's been cut."

"Sorry, we don't sell cut fruit. In the mini market after this place there is mbak. There's the cafe too" the cashier said.

"Just bought this." Since no one was in line in front of the cashier, Asha placed the shopping cart on the cashier table.

"That's it?" asked Arga who stood behind him while looking into a basket containing only two drinks in a box. Asha nodded while looking up. "Do you need anything else?"

"We went to another mini market. Fruit of the fruit." Arga nodded. The cashier mentioned the nominal, and Arga took the money out of his wallet. After that they immediately rushed to the mini market which turned out to be still with the same name as the mini market earlier. It just seems more complete. Because there is a mini cafe that has been informed by employees of the mini market earlier.