My servant, Asha

Chapters. 1 Fluttering clothesline

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A bright morning. The clouds that were marching following the wind seemed to be happy with the beautiful morning atmosphere. The birds chirping in the front and back gardens added to the cheerfulness of the sightings this morning. Arga woke up earlier than usual. He also had a clean shower. The fragrance of the soap burst forth from that sturdy and muscular body. Also from his black hair.

All the servants of the Hendarto family house were very shocked when their young master was already walking in the hallway of the house in front of the room. This is very out of the habit of a young man who is twenty-five years old.

"Good morning, Mr..," All the servants who were doing the morning routine said hello. Arga just nodded slowly. His mind had been thinking about something else since last night.

I'm sure I can find him. Obviously last night the girl came into this house. Enter through the back door. And it shows that he's a waiter here. But he's a servant of what part. I'm not so sorry about all the servants in this house. But I sure feel like I've seen it.

Arga stepped foot into the kitchen.

"That's!" madam Wardah was shocked to see her son awake early in the morning. Bik Sumi also seemed to be in disbelief at what she saw now. This is a special and sacred day for an Arga.

"Sir, it's Sunday, isn't it?" ask Ms. Wardah to try to convince herself.

"Yes, Madam. What's up?" Bik Sumi who prepared the food became astonished.

"No. I think Arga's been wrong to see the calendar. Because today he's up early." Madame Wardah still looked towards her eldest son in astonishment. Arga does not care about the excitement of the mother because of her existence.

On Sundays Arga usually gives a message not to be disturbed with exclamation marks a lot. I worked hard in the office for a week. He wants a complete break

but this morning he was outside the room on Sunday.

"Are you really okay, Ga?" ask Mommy to get closer.

"Does my face seem to be in trouble, Bun?" ask Arga.

"No. Your face is as handsome as ever. Your body also stays firm and fit." Madame Wardah made a gesture of her hand flowing from Arga's head down. It was as if presenting his dazzling son to the viewers.

"Then what to worry about?" asked Arga shamelessly confessing he is indeed handsome and dashing. Narcissists are heavy.

"Rubber. Mother need not worry. Please continue your activities and Mother will continue the activities of Mother." Arga nodded. Mrs Wardah still notices her strange son could turn up early on Sunday. Arga's eyeballs circulate all over. Including Rike who happened to be told by Bik Sumi did not escape the sharp gaze of this man.

"Who are you looking for?" ask Mrs Wardah to know.

"Nothing" answered Arga briefly and he left.

"What's wrong with the boy.." muttered Mrs Wardah.

"Did anything upset the Young Master, Madam?" ask Bik Sumi worried. Because the young waiter in the kitchen was anxious.

"I don't understand. But calm down she is not angry anyway." Mrs Wardah smiled as she tried to calm down. He knew exactly what his son was like. Arga is not in a state of wanting to scold someone. He was just looking for something.

"Then let's make Arga's favorite food so she'll be happy." Mrs Wardah burned the spirits of the kitchen servants to light up. The lady is a cheerful person. So the young servant became calmer.

Arga was still walking through every corner of the room. Where the female servants are, except for forbidden places such as private space of course. Arga looked out the window. Look at the gardener who cleans the garden and cuts the branches that are already dry.

It's unlikely he's in the garden. Because she's a girl. I've seen it before, but where? In what part he works.

Arga went straight to the back. He has now reached the back of the park. Park again. No way right, he's relaxing in the back garden while these waiter hours are all busy. As well as Mrs Wardah, it is impossible to let the housekeeper relax during working hours.

"Sha, all blankets and bed linen should be washed and dried directly in the back?"

"Yes. Ready."

I heard a conversation from the room there. Arga approaches the laundry room with a door that directly faces outside the garden. Because there's a clothesline in the back near the park.

Because Arga was busy and on Sunday he was languishing in the room, he just knew there was a special laundry room like this. Although he is the young master of this house, but he does not know clearly all the inside of this house. Because there is Mrs Wardah aka the Mother who controls all the affairs in the house. Everything that governs Mother. Arga just needs to focus on working and playing outside. Arga approached the room.

"Ah, good morning young master." A forty-five-year-old aunt stood up and bowed. Seeing the young master in the room he immediately bowed and greeted.

Although curious about the purpose of the young master coming to the laundry area, but did not dare to ask. He nodded and bent his hands in front. Arga notices the laundry but not the person in the car.

"There is still something outside of you. Was drying blankets and bed linen," the aunt said.

"Allah ... Thank ye. Please work again." The old mother nodded. Arga looked to the bed sheet and blanket in the sun. Looks like there's someone there. The wind blew on all the sheets and blankets so that it fluttered a fluttering flutter. The weather was very clear today. Arga approaches the drop-off place. Get in between the blanket and the bed linen fluttering with the wind.

At that time someone was drying bed linen. Squeeze and dry with difficulty. Arga looked at the woman. When he finished he breathed a sigh of relief.

Hc ... Because the hair is tied cepol to the top of his neck look level, so that sweat is seen pouring through his neck. He wiped the sweat that splashed on his forehead and neck with the back of his hand.

That's really him! That woman! Arga continued to pay attention to the figure that felt it did match the picture of a girl last night.

After a few minutes, the girl realized that Arga was there. His eyes rounded in shock then lowered and bowed.

"Good morning, Young Master," he said politely and nervously.

Since when was the young master there. Why did I not realize his arrival.

Arga looked at the woman in front of him. Making sure once again in is the woman who was last night.

"Who are you?"

"I'm a waiter at this laundry place," Asha replied while remaining lowered.

"What are you doing here?"

Why ask? It was obvious that I was drying blankets and bed linen.

"I'm drying your blanket and bed linen."

I understand why you avoided me yesterday. You are the servant of this house.

Arga began to realize. His brain was able to vividly record a flash of memory last night on the basketball court.

"What did you do yesterday?"

Asha looked up in wonder. But hurriedly lowered his head as Arga looked at him sharply.

"Sorry sir, I don't understand what you mean."

"Aren't you wandering around outside last night" guessed the young master accurately. Aye! Asha silence.

Gawattt.

"Why don't you answer?" asked Arga with a sharp look in his eyes. Disagree if the question is left without any answer.

"Sorry sir," Asha remained lowered.

"Jawab my question. That's right you, right?" Asha anxious.

If I say yes, is he angry? But if I don't answer, it's not polite. He's Young Master. Employers.

"sorry. I did come out last night." Arga watched the woman in front of him who was looking down. He only wears a T-shirt and knee-length pants, as well as flip-flops with yellow straps. His long hair on the cepol upwards without being combed first. It seems to be tied up so.

"Didn't we meet yesterday?" Arga still asked the same question.

"No way sir." Asha denied the meeting last night. Arga confirmed again the face of the girl in front of him who looked down. He believes she is that woman.

At that time Rike, the servant who was a dozen years old was about to head to the clothesline. He who was finished told Bik Sumi in the kitchen, back to the wash. Suddenly he stopped when he saw Asha bowed. Even more shocked when he saw the Young Master in front of Asha.

Young Master is here! I gotta go. Seeing Asha's mother who looked down like that there must be a bad incident. Blurred. Save yourself...

Slowly Rike stepped foot and left a basket of bed linen that had not been sunbathed.

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