My servant, Asha

Riled

The mood was quiet again.

"I don't know why I keep thinking, why did you show up there with her" said Arga, who was sitting on a chair near the hospital bed. The face was slightly lowered. His eyeballs also seemed to deliberately not want to stare directly at Asha. As much as possible to avoid.

"Nobody told you about me coming to where you work?" ask Asha back. As she recalled, before leaving for Arga's workplace, she told her mother-in-law and Bik Sumi. "Mother, bik Sumi, Angga..." Asha mentioned the names who knew what she needed to go to the mall without telling her husband. Arga was silent and did not answer. Asha looked at the look on her husband's face. "I want to surprise you with lunch." Asha tried to explain. Although she was sure her mother-in-law had told her. But Arga remained silent.

"Yes. I know." Asha looked at her husband. He intentionally, Inner Asha. Since Arga had always behaved like this when it came to Mutual, Asha tried to be patient. He's got.

"What do you really want to say? A mutual? You want to ask about him?" Asha finally started her own discussion about the man. The man she accidentally met on the way to Arga's office. The first love guy who used to tease her. Long ago. That was when he didn't know Arga. Not yet loved Arga. But now for him the man was nothing. It was just an old memory that was still on his memory sheet. Not even a little bit able to disturb him.

Hearing the name, Arga looked up. This time the eye was willing to blow directly with Asha's eyeball. Arga indeed seemed to be very disturbed by the existence of himself and the man.

"Yes" replied Arga firmly.

Asha who already looked not pale took the initiative to improve her sitting. Arga's body approached to help his wife sit comfortably. Not to forget, Arga restyled the location of the pillow to support his wife's body. The buffer looks imprecise and sagging. Probably because his wife had been sitting.

Although it was likely that this man was angry, he knew his position as a husband. In addition to her very minimal lips, her treatment remained as usual.

"Please ask. I'll answer it."

"I don't want to ask." Asha looked at her own confused husband.

"Then?" Arga silent. The man who had become her husband did not look consistent with his answer, which was thrown to show he was angry. Arga is fucked. "If you want to be angry, be angry... Please."

"Sha. Don't fuck me." Arga said it with a furious touch on his tone as well. He did not expect Asha to say that.

"I'm not fishing for you. Just wanted to make you relieved. From your attitude since that time, I can already guess that you are angry. So I'll make time for you to get angry." Arga closed his mouth to shut up and looked at his wife. The look in his eyes turned out to be a shock. But Arga immediately turned his face away.

"Nothing else to talk about?" tanya Arga was still circling around on the same topic. He's getting riled up.

Asha sighed for a moment getting the question. "On what? Still talking about Mutual? We just happened to meet. If you want me to tell you when we meet, I'll tell you. I didn't have much time to think about anything else back then other than my tummy constantly churning. You know, Ga. .. At that time my abdominal wall was too sore to be able to talk to Mutual. To just look at her to say thank you I haven't had the time. There's not much I have to tell you. I've also answered your question about my needs, why suddenly it could appear in the mall that day." Asha said it calmly while occasionally frowning. It seemed like the taste in the stomach was making him uncomfortable.

Seeing Asha's face like whimpering he immediately stood up and approached. "Your stomach still hurts? You dizzy again? I'll get the doctor to check on you right away" Arga said in a panic.

"Slightly, but no need to call a doctor."

"You vomit? Your stomach churns again? I'll take you to the bathroom." In his anger, Arga kept watching his wife's small movements that made him feel pain. Arga is still on standby.

"No. My stomach started to get comfortable again when I heard you were worried." Hearing his wife's sentence, Arga was stunned. Didn't expect Asha would trap him a bit. Reminds him that he still cares.

It seemed that Arga was puzzled by his own attitude. Arga's hand scratched his nape in annoyance. He's misbehaving. Angry, but still worried and anxious about the state of his wife.

"You know Sha? I'm jealous." Finally Arga boldly confessed. Asha actually knew. Arga's silent attitude shows that he is restless and agitated with the appearance of Reksa again. But Asha kept trying to listen. "I don't know if this is normal or not. I'm pissed to see you two there with Reksa. Even though I knew you needed to be there, I still wanted to be angry. Even though that guy told me why he touched your shoulder and, almost looked like he was going to hug you, I was still very angry." Arga's last words sounded stammered.

Asha looked and listened to her husband who began to express all his uneg-unegs clearly. Arga needs to uncover everything.

"I still want to be angry despite the fact that Mutual helps you because you are in pain because of nausea due to your pregnancy. Not for any other reason." Arga rubbed his hair over and over again.

"Maybe it's very unnatural for me to be this childish, when I'm going to be a father. It's embarrassing, but it's how I feel right now."

"I understand."

"I'm angry with you and I'm angry with myself. I'm like a little kid sulking because his favorite guy's taken away."

"I'm not taken by people." Asha said casually and witfully. Arga was stunned again.

"You can be that calm when I'm mad, Sha?" tanya Arga snorted. He thought his anger was stupid and silly. But his wife responded with a cold head. Asha grabbed her husband's hand and held it.

"I'm trying to calm down. I understand you're jealous and all that."

"You weren't angry with my childish attitude just now? That's ridiculous, Sha... I'm jealous and angry at you just because of how Mutual helped you. Even though you are pregnant. Can you still accept my attitude?" Arga widened his eyes in disbelief.

"It's not just, Ga. You're angry, but you're trying well to hold yourself back from your anger."

"In fact not. I always shut up. I'm riled. I'm furious."

"Right, but the angry man was not just a silent man, Ga. He'll let go of all his anger clearly, but you keep trying to keep your mouth from saying anything weird for fear of hurting me." Asha's right.

It is evident from the inconsistent Arga sentences. He wanted to be angry but still wanted to take care of his wife's heart. It made him confused himself.

"Maybe you're just sulking. I know you still look after me at night. Even when I woke up you were gone. Don't you stay here every night?" Asha smiled.

He heard from mother and bik Sumi that it was the suaminyah who always took care of him every night. Even Arga does not want to replace anyone.

Arga breathed a heavy sigh. His anger disappeared because Asha's attitude remained patient and calm when facing him. Arga's eyes looked at his wife deeply. This time with a very calm heart.