My servant, Asha

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"Your mother often plays basketball on this basketball court my son. He's very good. Often your parents play basketball with their friends, so often make your father jealous." Arga looked at the basketball court while stroking his wife's stomach. She told her mother's youth to the baby in the womb.

"Ih, jealous at pramain."

"No problem. Jealousy is a sign of love, isn't it?"

"Cliches. Ancient," taunted Asha.

"Not wrong .. The ancient is faithful. Because he still understands, forever only one wife."

"If it's clear I agree. Buy that, yeah?" Point Asha towards the watermelon that has been peeled and entered the cold storefront.

"Don't that make you anemic?"

"A little bit doesn't make me dizzy. Can, yes..," spoiled Asha rayu. This old pregnant woman is indeed often spoiled.

"alright, fine... Let's buy it." Arga. Asha held her husband's arm and approached the fruit seller cheerfully.

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Breakfast Asha and Arga back at the dinner table together with the other family. If usually Arga is still busy with the problem of nausea vomiting his wife, this time they are free from it.

Asha's health recovers as she ages.

"Asha looks very healthy. How's it going this time?" ask Mr. Hendarto.

"Very good Dad."

"Thank God. I pray for a smooth delivery, huh..."

"Thank you father" Asha said with a smile.

"Hopefully a big brother like me. Healthy, uplifting and cheerful." Paris is proud of her.

"Don't agree," said Mrs Wardah and Arga almost simultaneously. Everyone's surprised. Even Arga just the mother did not expect. Especially Paris.

"W-why?" Out of surprise, Paris asked in a stammer.

"Why it should look like you, if there is a complete package here. My wife, Asha. She's perfect enough to be my son's role model." Arga clasped his wife's shoulder with the intention of showing off.

Asha's eyes widened in an instant then smiled neutralizing the embarrassment then lowered his head. Pretending to be busy eating.

This again. His love is the same as his wife. Show off again. I didn't realize that Asha's sister was more or less like me. We are one way, you know. Hihah... Paris laughed in his heart.

But not really. He is also great to be able to set the heart when lack of confidence is loved by brother Arga who became his employer. He also has a lot of style or subtlety. She was pretty good as my sister-in-law.

"If you don't agree that our grandchildren look like Paris?" ask the father who got carried away.

"Paris is very difficult to be a woman like mother. It is difficult to be a good woman for her husband later. What will your future husband say." As usual, Madame Wardah always associated the same thing.

That again, infuriated Paris in heart.

Dad just laughed amusedly seeing Arga and mom almost the same.

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"There's no city schedule, right?" ask Asha who fixed her husband's shirt.

"No."

"I'm afraid you weren't home when I gave birth. You promised to accompany me to give birth."

"Will I give birth today?" asked Arga in surprise.

"No. According to that estimate it's four days away."

"Yes. I've talked to Rendra to clear my schedule for the next four days. Because I'll be near you those thrilling moments. Be careful at home. Keep the baby's sister in this belly all right." Arga kissed and stroked his wife's stomach. Then walk to the door.

"Good dad..."

Arga's legs stopped and twisted his body. "Dad?" tanya Arga while opening her eyes.

"Yes. Soon you'll be our son's father." Arga went back to his wife. Then hold the body with the distended stomach tightly. Certainly without pressing the stomach of pregnant women.

"Hearing you call me father, I was moved. Especially if he's born."

"It's kind of carried away by feelings..."

"Yes. Maybe you'll get bored, but I'll keep saying it. I love you dear.." said Arga. Asha smiled.

"I went to work. The baby sister drug..."

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"You've bought baby gear, haven't you?" he asked when he entered his daughter-in-law's room.

"Yes mother. When Arga didn't go to that office." Mrs Wardah is in Asha's room to help prepare the equipment needed during childbirth. Whether that's when, the important thing is that preparation is in place.

"Still remember when Arga was little, he asked you to always be by his side."

"Fear you left her alone, yeah..." Asha smiled imagining her husband's childhood.

"No. He was afraid that this mother was missing. He's trying to protect his mother." Asha's hand that folded the baby clothes stopped. "Your husband .. Even though he was a child, he had a very high sense of protection. No matter he is a child. Perhaps it was the upbringing of his father who was though harsh but attentive."

Arga was very protective of him. Since becoming a lover until now. Asha is kangen with her husband.

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Young master's wife is getting more eager to help with homework. He has full energy to do a lot of things.

Mother allows, because she saw there are signs her daughter-in-law will give birth. Instead of having to stay still, it is better to do something so that the baby in the womb is also active.

Asha begins to feel pressure or cramping in the pelvic area and *****. Like feeling like you want to poop but not.

"There's a contraction in the stomach?" asked Mommy to see Asha who was accompanying him making donuts stop. "Great?" ask him again.

"No. It's just that it's getting more and more like."

"Nothing, it's natural. If it hurts, stop first don't help." Asha nodded. Then continue their activities again as the contractions disappear.

Asha grimaced again. This time it was worse. His hand held the edge of the table, exhaling.

"Already, already, don't help. It's not important. Mommy wants to make donuts just for fun. Let's take you to the hospital."

Asha shakes. "No, Bun. I don't think so yet." Asha didn't know, but she just felt it wasn't time yet.

"really?"

"Yes." Yeah." Mrs Wardah knows that contractions in the abdomen of Asha can still be considered reasonable because it is not continuous. "Are there blood and mucus spots on ****** *****?" search him.

"No, Bun."

"Yes, already. You better take a walk inside the house. Getting here, it alleviates the pain. If the pain gets worse, we go to the hospital, yeah..." Bik Sumi who came from the back door, saw Asha who was walking around while occasionally stopping and grimacing.

"Is it time, Hes?" ask Bik Sumi.

"Yes. It's just Asha said don't go to the hospital first."

"Isn't it better, just go, Him?"

"Nothing. Looks like she's waiting for Arga to come. I want to call Arga first, Bik. Please continue making the donuts. Also watch over Asha."

"Good."

When Ms. Wardah called, Arga did not immediately answer. Many times on the phone too, there were no answers.

"Hhh. this child where, yes..." Mrs Wardah is impatient. "I'll call Rendra." Mrs Wardah called her son's secretary instead. With Rendra as well, the phone was not immediately answered. "What's the same with them. Meeting, huh? There's an important meeting, huh?" Mrs Wardah was busy figuring things out herself.

But not for long, the call to Rendra was answered.

"Good day, Madam."

"Rendra, why didn't Arga take a call from me? His wife is probably going to give birth now. Please tell Arga to come home soon."

"Good Mistress. The director is dealing with the fire problem at the mall in town S."

"K-fire?" ask Mrs Wardah to be surprised. "How fire?!" the madam became a little panicked hearing the word fire.

Rendra told the outline of the fire that occurred. Due to the electrical short circuit, the cashier area burned. That means Arga is out of town right now.

"Is my husband there too?" Since then Mr. Hendarto has indeed come out with Sanjaya.

"Yes. The great lord is here too."

"Him! Non Asha in pain!" bik Sumi shouted from outside her room.