My servant, Asha

Maaf

Asha was in the reading room with Mrs Wardah. He looked serious when facing this woman who became his servant.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for being so presumptuous to you" Asha said in a voice filled with respect and courtesy.

Madame Wardah let out a long sigh as Asha stood in front of her.

"After hiding in a love affair with Arga, why are you apologizing now?" The first question began to be thrown by Mrs Wardah with a voice that is ordinary but firm and strong.

"I'm sorry, I'm just a waiter. I have a great fear. Always be afraid because I feel small in front of you. Only now do I dare to apologize."

"You're deliberately approaching my son?" It's like an accusation. Where is below will always appear as the root of the cause of a problem, if it is considered a bad thing.

"I'm sorry, I don't have the courage. It never occurred to me, that I would be in a relationship with a Young Master. It's purely just a coincidence. I'm sorry."

"So my son deliberately approached you?" ask Mrs Wardah as if intending to twist her question. Asha silence. It's like a trick question. He needs to think again whether he needs to answer or not. Asha tried to discuss with herself. Sort again, what answers should be made if you want to answer.

"Maybe not intentionally approaching. Because of my work, so I can be seen close to your daughter's son, Madam..."

"I don't know what Arga's thinking either, but I want to know what you think. How about all this. About you and Arga? Is possible?"

"I can't argue. I'm just waiting for a decision from you, Arga's parents." Asha certainly knew this was impossible. But he is trying.

"Then, if I said no, what would you do? Keep trying so hard to keep Arga with you? Forcing him to run and run away to take your side?"

"I just want to plead with you with all my flaws. Please forgive me.."

"With all its shortcomings?" Both of Madam's eyebrows are linked. "Why are you just begging with all the flaws? You didn't mention your advantages? You have no advantage to show me that you deserve to be my son's wife?" ask Mrs Wardah squinted.

"Sorry, I still feel I have no advantage when dealing with you. Also.I can not mention about my advantages. You are my employer, you definitely understand I have many shortcomings rather than advantages. I feel unworthy to speak of my merits...." Asha still lowered her head by fusing her hands together in front.

"If you already understand there are no advantages, why still love Arga? What else should I consider?" Asha took a slow breath. Mrs Wardah is so intelligent that she can ask questions about what she has said from Asha's answer. Mrs Wardah saw the crack.

"Then from that I plead to your kindness, Madam. I apologize for this selfishness. My selfishness to love your son only with my heart" Asha said. Afterwards Asha tightly grasped her own fingers.

Mrs Wardah is silent. Asha also kept quiet and prayed. He did not know, by answering all the questions of Mrs Wardah, whether she was considered capable or even look arrogant. Feeling convinced of the power of love Arga to dare to stand here and answer. Asha did not know, just prayed.

***

Outside, Paris is shocked to see her father who has returned home. Why did Mr. Hendarto come first. Where's Arga? Paris who can not calm down so has not changed his uniform. He hasn't even put down his backpack yet.

Mr. Hendarto was astonished to see his daughter standing restlessly in front of the reading room.

"You didn't change your uniform just yet, Paris?" reprove Dad. Paris gasps.

"Yes, Dad." answered Paris and immediately headed to her room to change.

The reading room door opens.

Mr. Hendarto appeared and saw Asha standing stiffly in front of the sofa. Mr. Hendarto's eyes turned to look at his wife. Mrs Wardah's shoulders lifted.

Asha's body was trembling even more. His heart beat fast. He was facing two Arga parents alone. Mrs Wardah whispered something to her husband. Mr. Hendarto seemed to nod understanding of the story.

"You're Asha, aren't you?" ask Mr. Hendarto.

"I-iya Sir," Asha replied instantly nervously. One question alone had already made his chest tight. The atmosphere of this reading room was as if it had darkened. Thick with the indisputable intimidation of the two of them. Two of the most influential people in the Hendarto family.

Without saying anything, Asha already felt submissive to the authority of Mr. Hendarto. Especially if you have to be lined with questions like those posed by Mrs Wardah earlier. Is he able to answer or even tucked in his tongue because of the nervousness and fear that whack?

***

Meanwhile at the office, Arga who had read the Paris message was shocked. Thought garbled. Many times Arga tried to call Asha but could not. Then Arga called Paris.

"Sister! Why haven't you come home?" paris gushed while changing clothes in her room.

"I can't go home yet" replied Arga disappointed in himself.

"But how is Brother Asha?"

"I'll speed up my work. Please monitor his condition. If it's urgent, call me."

"Good."

Asha was an important matter, but she couldn't ignore the work either. You don't have to leave this important job. This is about the new Mall that is very much awaited by his father. Arga's depressed. He had to try to focus on work, while his heart did not calm down thinking about Asha.

He must sigh. Rendra glanced at the sight of the director not being calm. Something made him nervous. Everyone involved in this discussion sees this tension. Their director's uncomfortable mood.

"Should I have Maya make you a drink to relax, sir?" tawar Rendra soon.

"No. No need," Arga refused. Rendra did not understand what was going on. As far as he knew, the two of them had already made peace from that cold war. What else is worried about?

***

In the reading room,

"How long have you guys been in a relationship hiding like this?" asked Mr. Hendarto in a low voice authoritatively his own.

"It has been a long time, sir." replied Asha smoothly though with trembling lips.

"Then, what do you expect after a long relationship without any publicity on everyone, especially Arga's parents?" ask Mr. Hendarto. Asha silence. "Isn't every couple in a love relationship dreaming of being introduced to their parents and headed for marriage? While Arga never once introduced us. You were deliberately hidden from his family. What's so good about just being a couple that's hidden?"

"sorry. Arga never intended to hide me from the Master and Madam."

"Then why didn't Arga ever tell us? To me, for example. Because compared to her father, she's closer to me" Wardah said.

"Because I asked for it, Madam," replied Asha to surprise Mr. Hendarto and Mrs Wardah. They both looked at each other. As if asking each other why Asha asked to be hidden.

"You? Why?" ask Mrs Wardah for wonder. "Didn't every woman want a marriage?"

"I'm sorry, I'm just like any other woman who wants a marriage with a loved one, but my partner is not an ordinary person. I also did not expect this. That I have a lover who is none other than the Young Master of the employer where I work. I need to think again about what I should do. Whether to go forward or back."

Behind all the answers, Asha felt a great fear. He stressed to himself again that he should try and try first before losing. Again his hands clenched tightly to cause a feeling of heat on his palms.

"And you chose to urge us?" asked Mr. Hendarto with a low voice that is still very authoritative with a strong aura there. Makes Asha tremble and break out in cold sweat. Asha tried to grasp her own fingers in order to be able to act calm. Convince yourself that he is strong. This husband and wife knew that the body of the servant their son loved was trembling. But embers of determination still lit up in his eyes as he replied.

"sorry. I just apologize and beg" Asha said softly.

"Then, what will you do if your wish is not achieved?" This question again. Twice Arga's parents asked this question. Asha is frustrated.

The door opens again. This time it was Arga who appeared with a restless and anxious face. Also look at her trembling eyes. His eyes immediately looked towards Asha's body. Arga was full of seeing it. The woman's shoulders stiffened. She must be depressed.

Although Asha could not see the look on Arga's face, she was relieved to hear only her steps. Even though he was looking down, he could feel his presence. Arga is here. Arga. It felt like he ran and hugged the man's body to ask for protection.

"Has any talk missed my arrival?" ask Arga. More precisely to rebuke. A thorough look at Arga's eyes. He growled inwardly but did not try to bring out an angry air into the surroundings. He did not want to look arrogant in front of his parents.