My servant, Asha

Baby equipment

Still in the plan all day to accompany pregnant women, Arga took his wife first for breakfast. More precisely lunch. Because it's been a little afternoon. Earlier Asha only ate a cup of bread, it was only in eating a little because the stomach was not comfortable.

"If you want to take a walk. Eat first. Don't argue. It's an order." Arga prevented Asha's rebuttal from coming out of his lips.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Want to eat what?"

"Mmmm .. what, yeah.... Just soto rice."

"OKAY. We're eating soto."

"You eat soto too?"

"Yes. They accompany you too." They ate at a depot that Arga had visited. The waiter there greeted the director happily.

Arga's choice to eat here is right. Cuisine's great. Although slowly, Asha looked ravenous. Arga smiled happily. At that moment he saw his wife's long hair falling forward about to hit the bowl. Arga's hand quickly caught the hair and held it. Then move to the back.

"The hair should be tied first. Bring a hair tie?" Asha only nodded as her mouth was full of food.  His hand pointed at the wallet. "In here?" ask Arga. Asha nodded again. After opening the wallet, Arga found a black hair tie.

His body stood up and approached his wife. Took Asha's hair that had fallen on her face again, then put it all together backwards. Last tie it neatly. Although not as neat if a woman ties her own hair, it is quite neat. Arga is good at tying his wife's hair.

"It's better to eat." Arga sat back down.

"Thank you" said Asha. Arga's lips smiled as well. Then he continued eating.

"Where are you going soon?" ask Arga again. Asha.

"Hm... " Asha seemed to think. Since her husband's invitation was so sudden and this was indeed not in the plan today, Asha needed to think for a moment. "It looks like we're going to the family mall."

"Mall?" ask Arga. Asha nodded.

"Eh, it's not so. You are not going to work. Why go there. Just go somewhere else."

"What would you buy?"

"Baby stuffing. We have not had any preparation," said Asha just remembered. When he saw the advertising diapers in the box car that had just passed, he just realized.

"yes too. We don't have any baby gear yet." Arga came to a realization. He felt a little panicked because the preparation for their baby's appearance had not been completed. Because Arga is often worried about the health of his wife, this one problem that can also be considered important is forgotten. "Maybe you've prepared."

"The mother doesn't want to interfere too much with the two of us."

"Why? You need to pay attention too."

"The mother was already attentive, but she did not dare to follow this arrangement for fear that you would not agree."

"Oh that. So you definitely haven't bought baby gear, have you?"

"Of course not. This thing is indeed better in preparation for the same prospective father of the same mother."

"OKAY. We're going to that baby shop. Finish the meal first. Slowly nothing important runs out." When Arga finished his meal, Asha still fed him.

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They arrived at the store with two floors that provide special baby equipment.

"Because we don't know the sex of our baby, we should use colors that can be entered for boys or girls."

"Red?" ask Arga.

"No. Yellow only. Make a nice guy, especially a girl." Asha smiled imagining. "Take the red color as well. Don't take blue or pink. It's identical to a guy or a girl."

Arga agrees. They choose the property on the shelves. Where the baby clothes are folded. Arga's hands touched one by one the baby clothes on the shelf. His eyes looked in amazement. That little shirt feels adorable. Especially if it is worn on the baby's body.

"I can imagine our baby would wear these clothes." Arga looked up as he spread the little shirt into the air.

"Funny huh?"

"really. Our baby is wearing this and staring at us both. That feels heartwarming." Asha smiled.

"Try to choose some. Our son would be glad his father chose."

"Eh. where can that be. I want to give birth to how many babies, sayanggg...." Asha's finger pinched the cheek of her husband's gaunt.

Arga's face was blown away. "Darling? Wa... sweet new call for me nih..," cried Arga excited. Asha surprised. She did not expect her lips to issue another call to her husband.

"Eh, no. Just call it wrong." Asha was wrong.  His feet stepped towards another shelf. Arga followed.

"Salah also called my wife nothing. I'm even happy. You can call me sweetheart.... " Asha grimacing. Somehow for him this call of love makes him a little creepy.

"Are you happy, if I call you dear?" ask Asha not to believe.

"Whatever your call to your husband may be, I know it must contain your love. I like all your calls. Honey is also sweet, if you say it," replied Arga honestly while giving a witty smile. Intentionally seduces his wife.

"Ih, already. Let's take a look around again." Arga began to stretch out her hand touching the baby clothes on the shelf.

"Eh, what's this, Sha?" ask Arga wonder. His hands spread a baby kit with many straps.

"That's the name of a baby octopus" said Asha who had found out about baby equipment.

"Guritas? The octopus in the ocean?" ask Arga wonder. In the mind of a man who does not know about baby clothes, when he heard the word octopus first must be the same sea animal.

Asha smiled amusedly. "It looks a bit like the animal, but the name is too strange for baby clothes.

"The people say his name is." Arga nodded.

"So buy this too?" ask Arga. Asha shakes.

"No. It turns out that wearing it is not healthy for the baby."

"really?"

"According to the doctor. No need to buy that." Asha gets new knowledge while googling.

It turns out that octopus is not the type of clothing that is recommended to be worn to babies. IDAI and Kemenkes agree that wearing an octopus is unnecessary and can bring dangers such as making the baby short of breath, increasing the risk of the baby experiencing spit because the object makes the baby's stomach depressed.

"Why did you create this?" ask Arga wonder.

"This habit is considered a tradition that is passed from generation to generation because it is considered to have many benefits. According to people before that. Maybe when I, or you baby wears this too. It's just because it's more modern now, I've come to know about this octopus in more detail." Asha explained while looking at the clothes on the shelf.

Arga's hand stretched out caressing his wife's head fondly. "My wife is smart too" Arga praised.

"Just because at home more silence, I became a prank read about it," said Asha reasoned. Arga still stroked his wife's head. Until the salesman there looked down and smiled at the behavior of his customers.

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With the help of this store clerk, all groceries get into the back of the car. It turns out pretty much. It was also because Arga immediately bought all kinds when his wife was confused about choosing colors or models.

A little excessive, but Arga said he could donate the items purchased earlier if Asha did not like.

"I want to eat ice cream" Asha said when Arga got in the car.

"Aren't there anything?" asked Arga doubtfully and fearfully.

"Not a problem, the origin of the portion is reasonable. The doctor also recommended it. Because I eat it can be said less, the doctor also told me to multiply the nutrition with the food you like, for example this ice cream."

"All right, we'll get some ice cream. Where do we buy it?"

"On the briliant gelato alone."

"In our mall?" Arga heard that there was a gelato outlet branch in his milion mall with the same name.

"No. Around the campus."

"OKAY. We're there." Arga drove the car in the direction his wife pointed. After arriving, Arga gets off first and immediately helps Asha out of the car.

"I can still go out on my own" Asha said with a small laugh seeing her husband treating her like a man who can't do anything.

"I knew. This is just a service for my pregnant wife. She deserves this kind of treatment for carrying my child in her womb." Asha thunts funny hearing her husband's narration.