My servant, Asha

Guests again?

Feel relieved. More relieved than Asha who had been waiting for the right time when Arga subsided from his anger. His feelings are lighter. Asha rubbed her husband's hair with affection. He knew Arga must have gone through these few days with worried thoughts about his feelings of jealousy.

"I'm sorry, Sha" said Arga slowly. Arga hugged his wife tightly.

"Yes, yeah. I forgave. Although your anger is a little adorable, but I disagree." Arga took off his embrace and ducked down.

"I'm sorry stupid and silly dad...." This time Arga said it while stroking Asha's stomach. Like talking to their babies. Asha smiled looking at the behavior.

"As long as you still love my mother, I will forgive your attitude" Asha said, trying to play the role of a baby in her womb.

Arga straightened his body. Grasping Asha's fingers tightly. "Of course I still love you. Still, still and always." Asha's smile widened.

"I'm hungry."

"You haven't had lunch?" asked Arga in surprise. Asha shakes. Arga's head looked towards the door. "Lunch has not yet come... Want to have lunch with the rice I brought?" bargain Arga.

"You brought food?" ask Asha.

"Yes. Gudeg rice."

"You." Asha enthusiastic. Arga took the package from the top of the nightstand. "Why bring food here? You don't usually show up when I wake up..."

"I brought lunch here..."

"You came straight here without eating first?" tanya Asha stopped her hand and looked up.

"I'm anxious. You are healthy or not ... I can't wait to see how you are doing" said Arga as if misbehaved. Asha smiled again. Although angry this man still watched him. Still worried and worried.

"Thank you for being like that. I'm getting more and more affectionate with my husband." Asha leaned over her body and returned to playing Arga's hair. Then kiss her husband's cheek gently. Arga's eyes were round with stunned. Arga's hand immediately grabbed his wife's head and kissed the lips.

Outside the door of Paris grumbled.

"Busyet to them. Don't know what we're waiting for. Wear the romantic scene first," grumbled Paris while leaning. While Sandra was smiling look at the husband and wife romance inside.

"That's a sweet scene, Paris. I've never seen it." Sandra is different from Paris. He was a favorite of this couple. For him a servant in love with his employer alone is amazing, let alone up to the level of marriage. True and indiscriminate love in fairy tales feels real.

"What sweet?" Paris still pursed her lips.

"Are you sure Lei didn't use that scene?" sandra asked Paris to give a laugh.

"What?! I never kissed her lips!" Paris ngegas's. Either angry or unwilling. His face blushed for a moment.

"No. For we deserve to be kissed on the forehead, feel valuable. We're not grown up yet."

"Eye.. don't know." Paris nervous.

"Don't never have ya..," ledek Sandra then giggled. Paris pursed her lips.

"Don't have to hold this tray of lunch for you." Paris's eyes glared at the tray she had received as the officer brought it, for fear of disturbing her brother to make up. It turns out that the person in question is not even aware and makes a romantic scene. The tray in his hand was a target for him to get angry.

"That's the reason... Are you the same as those who have now made up?"

"Eh, why? They like how they want. Don't just recite, yeah.."

"Don't you also want to make up for Lei?" sandra asked slowly but. Buktinga Paris was silent. Sandra was silent.

"I'm coming" said Paris who immediately disperse the lip kiss scene earlier. Arga and Asha were shocked. Paris walked in without looking at them straight away knowing they must have been misbehaving. Paris doesn't care. Sandra smiled as she nodded. Asha smiled. "I brought Asha's lunch."

"Let's put. He'll eat the rice I brought." Paris nodded. "Why come fast?" Arga is disturbed by his arrival.

"Want to sleep" replied Paris of origin. Arga looks at Sandra. The girl's eyes just blinked. Paris broke her body. "Trus Sandra why are you sleeping?" ask Arga.

"So much. He's not a child" Paris said. Arga and Asha look at Sandra. The girl smiled again. Maybe Paris is not in a good mood because it was talking about her ex-boyfriend.

"Sandra if you want to go home, sister can deliver first. It looks like Paris is suffering from a seasonal illness," said Arga kindly will deliver.

"No need, brother. The driver of the house will pick up. I'll just wait here." Sandra approaches the fallen Paris.

"Ih, you made this place full! This is not enough!" Paris woke up because Sandra kept pushing for a place to sit. Sandra doesn't care about Paris like that. This girl is not angry with him. His heart was again torn to shreds by the fact that he asked to break up himself. Yet still love.

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For four days Asha was in the hospital. Arga always took the time to take care of his wife.

The back and forth of the hospital and office made Asha worried as well.

"Once in a while sleep at home, it's okay. I'm afraid you're exhausted and when I recover you fall ill" Asha said as Arga fed her.

"No. I'm still healthy and will stay healthy to keep you."

"But humans need rest, too, Ga..."

"I always take vitamins. I know my body's endurance is also limited. I also take vitamins like you. So I'm sure I'll always be healthy."

"Thank God then. Here I eat by myself. You just got home from work, take a shower. Mother brought your clothes and equipment."

"No. Let's finish your meal first, I'll take a shower." Arga refused. Asha could not persuade her husband anymore.

"All right."

"Mother said, I'm with you to see you."

"Yes. Actually I don't want them to know I'm sick but yeah, because Sandra told Juna, mom's dad is finally here." His family came from the village. They went straight to the hospital without stopping by her mother-in-law's house first.

After his wife's meal was completed and had also washed Asha's body so as not to stick, Arga took a bath. After Arga's cleaning ritual was completed in ten minutes, the door was knocked.

Arga who was already sitting with a t-shirt and shorts turned his head.

"Mother is coming here, isn't she?" ask Asha.

"Eitherway. But I don't think so." There was a silhouette of a person's body from the frosted glass that was on the door. People outside the door turned out to be quite patient in saying wait for the host to open the door. The person continued to knock on the door slowly and politely. "I'll see who he is first." Arga stood up and approached the door. Arga's hand held the door handle and shifted it.

"Good night, Ga," said someone stunned Arga. It turns out to be a man.

"Who, Ga?" ask Asha. Arga silent. In front of him came a guest who made Arga cold to his wife.

He's Reksa.