Sprains

The noise of falling objects woke Arka from her deep sleep. She was startled and immediately got out of bed. Arka hurriedly looked at Anya's bed.

"Ah...thank goodness Anya ih sleeping," Arka rubbed her chest in relief.

Arka came out of the room, curious about the voice that had woken her from a deep sleep.

"This must be Raisa dropping the pot," Arka guessed to herself.

"Honey?" called Arka to Raisa.

"Ouch Arka... help!" said Raisa softly.

Arka was surprised to hear Raisa's call for help. She rushed to the direction where Raisa's voice was.

"Baby! What's wrong with you?" asked Arka with a panicked face.

Raisa collapsed on the floor, clutching her sprained foot.

"What happened to you? How did you fall like this?" Arka panicked. He immediately took his wife to the living room. He sat her on the sofa, while straightening her sprained leg.

"Ouch, it hurts!" cried Raisa in pain.

"What's wrong with you, baby?" Arka asked again.

"That, I was going to get the pot on the top shelf. I forgot that the pan was a bit heavy. Plus I was still sleepy too, so it's like this," Raisa explained while pointing at her feet.

"Honey. I told you, the kitchenware cabinet is tall. You should use a chair to get it. How many times have I told you," Arka replied with a sigh.

"Yes. Sorry." Raisa looked down sadly. Holding her bruised leg.

"Give me a hug."

Arka patted his wife's small body. He almost lost his heart, seeing his wife sitting on the floor.

"We're going to the hospital today," Arka said, looking at his wife.

"Or just a masseuse?" Arka continued.

"Just get a masseuse. It's just a sprain, so there's no need to go to the hospital," Raisa said in pain.

"Let's call the usual masseuse. Tell him to come to our house," Arka said, kissing his wife's forehead.

Raisa just nodded, she was about to get up from her seat.

"Where are you going?" asked Arka, confused by his wife.

"I haven't had time to cook. How will you have breakfast," said Raisa with a pained face.

"Look at your expression. It really hurts," said Arka, who was sensitive to the look on his wife's face. Raisa looked down sadly, feeling like she had failed as a wife.

"Don't be sad. I'll cook later." Arka came over and carried Raisa to the bed.

"Raisa better rest first. Let me clean up the house," said Arka with a sweet smile.

Raisa is once again grateful to have Arka in her life. She looked at her husband's back as he went to clean the house.

"Ting ting"

The continuous beeping of messages from Arka's cell phone disturbed Raisa who was sleeping. Raisa's sleepy eyes took Arka's cell phone, seeing who had sent the messages.

"Ouch... who would send a message this early. It's still six o'clock too." Raisa was a little annoyed.

Raisa narrowed her eyes, staring in surprise at her husband's cell phone, which had no message notifications on the lock screen. Curious, Raisa finally opened her husband's cell phone. She wasn't usually curious about her husband's cell phone, but this time she was really curious.

"Locked? How strange," Raisa thought suspiciously.

"Ah... maybe it was locked for fear of Arka's important documents being plagiarized by his friend." Trying to think positively, Raisa went back to sleep and returned Arka's cell phone to its original place.

"It's really strange that it's locked. Usually I don't," said Raisa, who was still thinking about the notification on Arka's phone.

"Ouch Raisa! Stop thinking negative thoughts. There's no way Arka has a mistress! Look at Arka, she's never changed from then until now." Raisa denied her negative thoughts. She was really distracted by the sound of the incoming message notification.

However, the mysterious payment note seemed to be the first clue to Raisa's suspicions. Until the incoming messages and her husband's cell phone that uses a password.

"Darling" Arka called his wife softly. Not forgetting the spoiled kiss he gave to his wife.

Raisa woke up from her sleep, a little startled. She wriggled her body to the right and left. Enjoying the wake-up call that felt so good.

"Ah... it hasn't been like this for a long time. Finally I can feel it again," said Raisa with her eyes still closed.

Arka smiled beside Raisa. He understood the meaning of what his wife had just said.

"Let's get a housemaid, honey," Arka said as she tucked a lock of hair behind Raisa's ear.

"Huh? What?" Raisa made a surprised face. She didn't realize that Arka was already beside Raisa.

"Since when has it been here?" asked Raisa with a puzzled look in her eyes.

"Since earlier, dear. Ever since you said...,"

"I apologize, I said something like that earlier. Next time I promise, I won't say something like that," said Raisa with her finger forming peace.

"Haha"

Arka laughed at the behavior of his wife who suddenly cut Arka's words. Gently, Arka pinched his wife's slightly plump cheeks.

"Honey. Didn't I just say, let's get a housemaid instead? Besides, my salary is more than enough to support you and pay the maid," Arka continued, stroking Raisa's cheek.

"Huh? Housemaid! Big no! I don't want to. I can still take care of the house, take care of you and Anya," Raisa replied, raising her voice slightly.

"But baby...,"

"No! There's no buts. If you keep looking for a housemaid. I'll find another job," Raisa threatened with a slight frown.

"That's all right. I'll cancel it and find a housekeeper."

"I'm just afraid you'll get tired." Arka tried to persuade his wife to get a maid. But Raisa was still Raisa. Once she said one thing, there was no changing it.

"You know best what my nature is like," Raisa added, looking at her husband.

"Yes, yes, dear. I'll do it," Arka said, kissing his wife.

Arka was all dressed up in her work uniform. She prepares to leave in her neat and fragrant clothes.

"Honey?" called Arka.

Raisa, who was staring at her phone, turned to look at Arka.

"Why?" asked Raisa.

"I already bathed Anya earlier. So you don't have to go anywhere first."

"At nine o'clock, the masseuse will come to the house. I also asked the masseuse to take care of you until I get home," Arka smiled.

Raisa's eyes were teary, she really didn't expect that her parents' choice was perfect. Raisa can't stop giving thanks for her life of happiness.

"It's okay. I know, you must be really tired of taking care of the house. I've only been here for a day and I already feel tired," Arka said while demonstrating her sore body.

"Thank you Arka." Raisa looked shyly at her husband.

"Alright, I'm leaving first." Arka kissed his wife's forehead, not forgetting the soft peck that landed on Raisa's forehead.

Routine as usual. Raisa did not forget to kiss her husband's hand. Likewise, Arka did not forget to kiss Raisa's forehead.

"Goodbye, dear child. I'm leaving for work first."

"Anya, don't be fussy. Mother is sick, Anya will help take care of Mother for Father," Arka said to her daughter, before leaving.

Arka held Anya in his arms, and kissed her lovingly.

Arka carried Anya in Raisa's arms. The smart Anya looked very happy when she was in her mother's arms. Anya's clear eyes with jet-black irises looked up at Raisa with hope.

"Ouch, dear Mommy. Why are you looking at me like that?" Raisa asked her daughter. Anya only responded with an excited laugh.

"This mom's child is so cute. Let's drink milk first."

"I'm leaving now." Arka picked up her briefcase. Raisa nodded, smiling warmly at Arka.

"Be careful on the road. Don't forget to pray," Raisa reminded.

"Ready my dear." Arka never fails to kiss Raisa's forehead, and Raisa never fails to kiss Arka's hand. So far, their household looks very harmonious.

"I'm sorry, I overslept last night. So what's up? Where do you want to eat lunch later?"

Arka opened her cell phone, someone had sent a message. With a smile on her face, Arka got into her car and was ready to go to work.

"At the usual place. Would you like to?"

After replying to the message, Arka drove his car. Along the way, Arka kept an eye on the flat object. He hoped that the person would reply to the message he had just sent.

Raisa stared at Arka's departure. Her husband's romantic treatment made her forget her suspicions of Arka for a moment.