My servant, Asha

Mini cafes

Also true. It looks bigger than the mini market. It also seems more complete. Asha's steps were quick as she headed to where she wanted to be.

On the right side of the fruit shelf is full of cut fruit that is wrapping in a small styrofoam plate. Asha with a child-like behavior who was excited to find his favorite food took two plates of watermelon fruit that had been cut, after previously choosing from some fruit that was there.

There were two pieces taken by Asha's hand. Yellow watermelon and red watermelon. The point is, he really wants to eat watermelon.

"It's so good with watermelon yes," ledek Arga. Asha just nodded. Arga thrust out the shopping cart that was near the door. Being too excited, Asha ignored the shopping cart. But Arga was ready to bring it. After that, buy some snacks.

"I bought it for Juna, yeah."

"Yes." Yeah." Apparently the snack was for his sister. "Aren't you buying anything?" ask Asha without looking. He was busy choosing sweets. He took the initiative to buy ginger candy for the diversion of his nausea. "You have to buy something to eat." Before Arga answered, Asha had already given her word.

"Why?" ask Arga wonder.

"I want to eat this watermelon here. In this cafe. So you should also have some food to eat while accompanying me." This time Asha looked up and turned to point at the mini cafe that was near the entrance. Arga followed his wife's direction.

Arga smile. "I'll order a hot espresso later."

"OKAY. Now we pay for this and sit there." Asha took her husband's arm to the cashier's desk. After completing the payment transaction at the mini market cashier, they headed to the cafe cashier table to order.

"I'll order soursop juice." Asha found a variety of fruit juices available on the menu in the section above.

"You better find a seat first. I'll bring it for you." Arga gave advice. Asha nodded. His feet stepped away from the cashier's desk. Two girls behind the counter noticed them. Especially Arga. Arga's attractive face is undeniable. That was their conversation when Arga opened the door for his wife.

Accidentally Asha chose to sit near the glass wall, so as to get a free view of the streets. When her ass sat casually on the cafe chair, Asha was busy opening the plastic wrapping as soon as possible.

Although the plastic had not been all exposed, Asha had already stuck a small fork towards the red watermelon. This woman seemed impatient to immediately feed the fruit into her mouth.

Hap! One piece of watermelon is the right size in one mouthful, has managed to enter his mouth perfectly. His head nodded indicating he was very satisfied to have eaten the fruit.

The order of espresso and soursop juice that Arga ordered came. Arga put the tray on the table first. And then sit down.

Seeing his wife still did not want to open the plastic wrapping perfectly, Arga finally intervened. Pull the white styrofoam plate without excuse. Asha was surprised to see her husband's hand slide the plate abruptly.

"Eh?" Asha's face protested and astonished.

"This plastic must be opened entirely first. Let you freely stick that little fork in the watermelon."

"Beliness." Arga smilingly got a plain answer from his wife. Arga's hand was still painstakingly opening the plastic.

"Did you really want to eat watermelon?" Arga thrust the plate that has been perfectly opened plastic cover.

"Nwantedam?" arga Goda.

"Eitherway. I just feel the need to eat this fruit because of discomfort on the palate because of vomiting." Arga enjoyed this view. Seeing his wife look excited just because the fruit watermelon price is not how much to make her smile. "Why?" ask Asha to see that smile.

"Nothing. Glad to see you eat fruit like that." Still that smile adorns Arga's face.

"Fruit watermelon is my favorite," Asha said with a witty smile as she raised her eyebrows. Shows the watermelon fruit that has been successfully pierced with a proud fork.

"Yes, yeah. It looks like you like watermelons."

"Tumben pesen muffins?" ask Asha just realized. His eyes were being tethered to the muffins left on the tray. Arga just touched the espresso cup. He just realized that cute and delicious looking muffin now.

"Make you."

"Eh? Really true?" ask Asha. Arga nodded. Move the muffin to be close to the styrofoam plate which looks like it will end up in the trash, as it contains only one watermelon.

Arga took the fork in his wife's hand and thrust it into the fruit. Then return it to his wife's hand and slide the empty styrofoam plate.

"Thank you." Asha was very pleased with this treatment.

"It turns out you can be that sweet to women, Arga. My mother didn't say anything wrong to me," someone scolded surprisingly. A woman's voice.

Arga and Asha turned together towards the origin of the voice. At the entrance of the mini market, just entered a woman. It looks like it's younger than Asha. Looking at the way she dressed and spoke, this woman seemed to also be on the same level as Arga. He is also a rich man, Asha thought.

"Oh that, you..." Arga responded with an ordinary friendly tone. He seems to know this woman.

"Don't be distracted like that, when you meet me," he said as he passed them and began ordering drinks at the cashier. Asha only seemed confused by this foreign face. His eyes followed the woman's steps.

While eating her muffin, she tried to recall the attractive-faced woman. Nil. He could not find a name or a piece of information about her. Who her?

The woman completed her payment at the cashier. After that, a full glass of cold coffee was in his hands. Then he sat down in an empty chair near them. The new woman was intentionally alone. Despite being familiar, he knew that they shouldn't be one table.

The tail of Asha's eyes still glanced at the woman.

"Wanna eat this watermelon?" asked Arga without being affected by the presence of women who seized the attention of Asha.

"Yes" answered Asha without looking. He was still watching the woman while sipping the soursop juice slowly. Arga started opening plastic wrapping.

"If you can tell, who are you?" ask Asha in a reasonable and straightforward tone. Arga looked up at his wife. The woman also looked. Little surprised. Then a friendly smile was painted over his lips. Asha could find the tail of this female eye momentarily looking at Arga before answering her question.