My servant, Asha

The unexpected guest

"Good morning" said the man who came at the door. Sandra's body immediately shifted and approached Paris. Standing next to Paris. Asha opened her eyes to see the guest entering the patient's room. Even so, Asha's lips smiled welcomingly. Unlike Paris who stood stiffly beside him. Sandra is too. His eyes could not be separated from the person who entered the room just now.

"Please come in, Chelsea." Actually it was not this woman who made Asha open her eyes in surprise. But the young man behind Chelsea, his nephew. Lei. Asha raised her head for a moment. Want to know what reaction his sister-in-law showed. From Paris' eyes it appears that he is trying to calm down. Sandra's eyes also glanced.

They just broke up. The cause is the woman who is approaching the lip of the bed, Chelsea. Brother Lei who belongs to the sworn enemy. The reason that Paris himself said was absurd and ridiculous, but in fact made him able to keep breaking up with Lei.

"Put it down at the table" Chelsea told Lei. The atmosphere is a bit tense because the table in question is a nightstand near Paris. Lei's eyeballs look at Paris. So did Paris. Sandra and Asha also looked at it simultaneously.

It is impossible for Paris to close her eyes or even immediately blur to see the appearance of her ex. With doubt Lei approached. He knew Paris would not greet him.

"Give it to me" Paris asked suddenly. Lei gave the fruit parcel in his hand.

"Thank you" Lei said as he stared at the girl. Lei seems to miss Paris too. The head of Paris nodded. She's not okay. Just trying to look good. He is not being cold. To speak just a few words earlier, he already felt his knees go limp. The word break up that he said some time ago still affects him. Lei still made him flutter.

Paris dragged Sandra towards the sofa by the window. Right behind Chelsea and Lei. This place is better than having to deal with Lei.

"Sit down" Asha asked Chelsea and Lei. For Chelsea, he sat in the chair that was once in Paris sitting. Lei turned his body back where there was a sofa, his eyes found Paris there. At first he would have chosen to stand by the window near Chelsea, but he didn't. His feet moved closer to Paris and Sandra.

"May I sit here?" ask Lei carefully.

Paris glanced at the empty place beside him. Then look up for a moment. "Yes. Please." Sandra just looked up from the seat of their interaction just now. Lips sneering. Paris realized her friend was mocking. His eyes glared at Sandra.

"Your stomach is getting bigger." Asha started the conversation.

Chelsea nodded. After seven months, the stomach is getting more visible. Chelsea rubbed her stomach gently.

"really. My back is also getting sicker" complained Chelsea.

"It's okay as long as your body stays healthy. Not like me." Asha mocked herself.

"One's physicality is different."

"true." Asha chuckles. He himself was astonished, for his body that was often trained in karate, inexplicably his body turned out to be very weak.

If these two mothers-to-be talk a lot of things, different from the atmosphere between the two teenagers on the sofa. They are silent a lot.

"You healthy?" ask Lei.

"Yes" answered Paris.

"Paris can still destroy the beam during karate training really," added Sandra proudly. Paris turned to Sandra quickly as she snickered holding back furiously. Sandra covered her mouth with her hands.

"Evan didn't deliver?" ask Asha.

"He's still working. Since there was Lei coming home early in the morning, I asked him to take me to visit. You're afraid you're home, we can't swipe yet."

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Chelsea and Lei are home. Leave a tightness in the chest of Paris.

"Aarggs! It sucks!" screeches Paris. Sandra and Asha knew the cause of Paris as such. They let Paris goofy like that. "OKAY. We just eat the fruit that is there," said Paris suddenly.

"Which fruit?" ask Sandra. Paris's index pointed towards the fruit parcel that Chelsea brought earlier. "Isn't that for Asha's sister?"

"I want to eat that." Paris compels. Asha gave Sandra the code to say yes.

"You eat what you want to eat Lei's sister." murmured Sandra.

"What?" reprimand Paris.

"No. Is the knife there?" Sandra's confused.

Arga appeared with a shocked face to the large number of people in the patient room. Usually this lunch hour he only finds his mother, or Sumi's bik who accompanies his wife to sleep after eating. But this time the atmosphere of the room where his wife was treated looked different.

There's the Parisian sableng and his friend Sandra. They were gathering together with Asha who was also in a conversation with them.

"Sister..." Sandra nudged the arm of Paris who was laughing loudly next to her.

"What?"

"There's Arga's brother" whispered Sandra. Paris noleh. Asha, who heard her husband's name, turned her head towards the door. There is Arga who is still wearing his work coat appears.

"Hi, sis," said Paris.

"Good day, brother Arga." Sandra said hello. Asha's face looked so happy seeing the appearance of her husband. But his lips were silent considering there was a possibility if Arga was angry.

"Yes. Good afternoon. Where's Sumi's bik or mama?" asked Arga who was trying to circulate a glance around the room. Her face is flat.

"Mother and Bik Sumi are absent from guarding Asha because there is us" explained Paris. Paris' eyes were fixed on the package that Arga had brought. "What's wrong, brother?" ask Paris to be curious. Arga came closer to the sofa while putting the parcel beside him.

"none. You came home from school straight here?" asked Arga who had laid her back to lean on. His face remained the same, expressionless. His eyeballs also did not try to look towards his wife. Asha knows that.

Arga's hand was raised to see what time it was on his watch. These two little boys had already made a fuss in the patient room. That means they didn't just come. Even empty snack packs are snuggled out of the trash.

It is impossible for sick people to eat snacks.

"No. I've been here this morning."

"Stupid?" ask Arga directly without stale bases.

"No. The school has a meeting. Home in the morning."

"Who's basket of fruit? You brought it?"

"It's from Chelsea." Asha helped answer. Because Paris would not answer. Arga looked over and looked back at his sister.

"What have you eaten yet? It's noon already. It's in mealtime." Arga's face did not soften, but his words still sounded soft.

"Of course not yet. Pesen, huh?" Paris asked.

"Just leave. Just eat outside."

"Around here where are ya?" Paris thought.

"Just look. Whatever you. Put on my card," said Arga handing over his credit card. The eyes of Paris sparkle. If it's like this, it means her brother is throwing her away. The tail of Paris's eyes glanced at her brother-in-law who had continued to be considered non-existent since then.

They need to talk both.

"alright. I can buy anything, right? Both are Sandra..."

"Yes," said Arga quickly.

"Okk! I want to eat big again. Come, Sandra. Let's just ride the car online," take Paris in high spirits. Sandra nodded for sure. The leaks out until the atmosphere of the patient's room is calm again.

Silent. Asha looked at her husband. He did not dare to speak. Attempt carefully. Asha sighed.

"From office?" tanya Asha precedes. There would be no conversation if the two of them closed their mouths.

"Yes." Yeah." Arga pulled up a chair and sat down near the bed.

"Just rest if you are tired" suggested Asha.

"No." Arga's short answers made Asha sigh again.