My servant, Asha

Skowl

For this event, the Hendarto family did not prepare itself. Because they will invite guests from business partners, the preparation of the event is all prepared by EO.

EO has handled the marriage of Arga and Asha. When Ms. Wardah expressed her desire to carry out a seven-month procession, they agreed.

All the decorations were prepared in the spacious Hendarto residence. They do not need to hold this event in a building. Although inviting some relations, Mr. Hendarto wants this event to be carried out in a relaxed and familial manner.

Arga came to his wife who was being groomed by wearing traditional Javanese clothes. His large, rounded stomach seemed to cover him. Asha's stomach does look bigger than her body. Asha's body does not seem to gain too much weight. Only her stomach grew. To make people wonder. Why did Asha's body not swell up following the big belly?

Sometimes there are pregnant women whose legs and face swell. But for Asha his body is not so. Everything seems normal.

"What's wrong?" asked Asha who saw Arga appear. Seeing her husband coming in a hurry Asha was a little panicked.

"I want to see my baby and the mother" replied Arga who made Asha's panic immediately burst. Replacing with a laugh.

"You are this ... I think something's wrong with the show, so you're in a hurry here."

"No, everything's in order. I've met my mom and dad, haven't I?" asked Arga while pulling up a chair and sitting close to his wife. Perias until smiling. Especially when Arga's hands are busy stroking his wife's stomach.

"Yes already." Asha pinched slowly on the back of Arga's hand to stop stroking her stomach. His lips gave a warning. Because there was someone else there, Asha was embarrassed.

"Nothing. The ma'am did not see," said Arga instead berkilah. The smile of the fairy and her assistant who lived to decorate Asha's hair grew even more fluffy. Asha's lips pout. "Then we're like we're just married."

"We're just getting married. Not for years of marriage."

"Yes, but it's like living with you for a long time. Maybe because you've been in this house a long time." In fact Asha had indeed lived in this house for a long time as a servant. The word Arga just now is not figurative.

"Why? Tired of it?" asha asked while looking at her hairstyle in the mirror.

"It's gone, '" said perias with a smile.

"Yes thank you." They stay away from this couple.

"Speak what is it?" Arga's lips pout. Asha started to lure him with annoying questions. Then Arga pinched his wife's cheek with anxiety.

"Ih ..." Asha tries to avoid. "My emotions can fade away."

"Let's go. I can ask you to clean up again. There are still those who decorate," replied Arga lightly. "Make him not talk carelessly. Bored of? Do you like it when I'm bored?"

"Of course not." Asha brought her face closer to Arga. "Quietly I am, if you get bored of me I will be sad."

"I know that. Even though you look indifferent and do not care actually you are considerate and fragile. So I can't let you be sad. We also don't know what obstacles the future holds for our family, but I'm sure we're okay." Asha nodded spoiled. "Tumben you speak of origin like Paris? Let our daughter not be a girl ... Well, if women aren't like Paris..." Arga seemed to disagree.

"Why? Isn't she your own sister?"

"It's precisely because of my sister Paris, I don't want my son to be like him. I know how it is."

"But Paris is good."

"To be good."

"She's beautiful too."

"To be beautiful would rather look like you than her. Because you're prettier in my eyes than anyone." Asha's lips smiled at Arga's words that melted the heart.

"May I, if you hear this continue."

Perias and his assistant whispered about the two people in front of them. They get a fun spectacle from this married couple.

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I don't know why you look teary when you're sungkeman. Asha shed tears. So the atmosphere of haru is like a marriage contract. Mom immediately gave a code for you to control yourself. After the father patted the shoulders of the two, they moved the hunchback to Arga's parents.

"So a wise father and can go the good way, Ga" the father-in-law's message said.

"Yes Dad."

Then next is the watering. Asha who has changed clothes and wears a decorated kemben Rimo Melati guided towards the flush tent.

Where the flush or bath aims to purify the birth and inner mother and prospective baby. With a cloth batik, the mother will sit and watered with water flush that has been sprinkled with setaman flowers.

Guided by an elder or person in charge of leading the procession, seven chosen people will flush the mother using a dipper from a coconut shell. Water sprinkled with flowers setaman (melati, rose, kenanga) was first splashed by the father of Asha then followed by the mother. Next Mr. Hendarto and Mrs Wardah.

Then continue with the sequence of expenses until arriving at the peak of the event, namely sales of rujak. Serving pleasure food pregnant people are made up of seven fresh fruits. Arga and Asha as prospective fathers and prospective mothers sell rujak, while guests buy with crew money (clay money) that has been prepared by EO.

With her fat stomach Asha serves the guests who approach to buy rujak. Feels exciting and fun. Arga looks awkward but adorable. Many times the mothers tease Arga. This man smiled even though he was tired. Asha tried to comfort her by rubbing her husband's back.

"It's exhausting" complained Arga. Asha just smiled. However, the situation with events like this is the desire of the Hendarto family. For Asha itself is actually quite selamatan. No flush process and so on. But he cannot refuse. Everything was done for him too.

"Capek huh, brother?" tanya Paris appeared with Juna.

"Yes" answered the weak Arga.

"Have you eaten?" ask Asha look at these two boys in front of her.

"It has. There's Paris on my guide, so I'm not going to starve." Juna pointed towards Paris next to him. Paris raised both eyebrows confirming what Juna said. Sandra appeared shortly.

"Hello, sis... " This girl came directly standing near Juna. Because Juna's body was tall, while Sandra was shorter than Paris, this gap in height became very striking. Sandra smiled at Juna. Juna was only a moment.

"Don't go anywhere before the show ends" Asha recalled when she saw the trio appear. Asha's eyes saw her sister sharply giving warning.

"No. We don't plan anywhere" Juna said.

"Yes... Mother has also seen me just now, afraid I'm running away." Paris moved her chin to show her mother watching him. Sandra was just listening.

Arga sighed. Asha's hands stretched out to massage her husband's shoulders.

"no need. You must be exhausted too." Arga's hand lowered his wife's hand from his shoulder.

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The event ended with fatigue at Hendarto's residence. This morning Mrs Wardah was absent to dabble in the kitchen. He decided to wake up just to make tea.

Asha also only took warm tea for her husband. The atmosphere of this house looks lethargic because the residents are exhausted. But as workers, Sumi and others remain working spirit.

"awake. It's morning." Arga squirms on the bed. Then force yourself to wake up. Asha offered warm tea. Arga with thinning energy received it and drank it.

"Aren't you tired?" tanya Arga handed the mug to his wife.

Asha put the mug on the nightstand. "Yes." Yeah."

"Just sleep again."

"Don't. Sleeping in the morning is not good for your health."

"Later you'll be sick and vomit again if you're tired." Asha nodded. He was also afraid of vomiting and nausea violently again. Suddenly Asha grimaced in pain. His hand held his stomach.

"Sha..." Arga got up from the bed and approached the standing Asha.