My servant, Asha

Can't choose

Although Asha could not see the look on Arga's face, she was relieved to hear only her footsteps. Even though his head was lowered, he could sense his existence. Arga is here. Arga. It felt like he ran and hugged the man's body to ask for protection.

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"Pardon me, I can only beg for the kindness of A-you, Master and Madam," replied Asha faltering with her head lowered. His fingers getting stronger. Asha tried to keep answering. It's his responsibility to be able to answer every question from them. "Sorry, s-me...." Arga immediately approached and hugged Asha's body. Muffling Asha's fear that increasingly gnawed at her heart.

"Here, don't say anything else. You don't have to answer that question. Relax, I'm here now" whispered Arga. Arga's embrace that immediately wrapped the trembling body, slashed Asha's sentence just now.

Asha held herself firmly back from crying. He just closed his eyes. Winning heart.

"You must be scared. I'm here, Sha.... Lower your shoulders, you can calm down" whispered Arga as she hugged the girl tighter.

Mr. Hendarto and Mrs Wardah were watching. Watching their eldest son hugging the girl he loves.

Arga indeed immediately set foot towards where Asha stood. He wanted to immediately support the fragile-looking body in his eyes. Cuddling the body, which was deliberately forced to stay strong while receiving questions from his parents. This woman forced herself to stand up straight. Asha is just trying to be strong. Arga understands that.

"If Asha is being asked questions about our relationship, I must be here with her. It's not just about him, but it's got to involve me." With her arms still hugging Asha's body, also without waiting for her parents to speak, Arga immediately gave a unilateral decision that she should be included in this conversation.

Madame Wardah sighed and glanced at her husband who was still looking at their son. From this close distance Asha knew, this man's heart beat irregularly and quickly. Asha understands Arga hastily returned from the office. This man must have tried to go straight home because he was worried about him.

Arga's breath is up and down. This man tried to catch his breath.

"So your fight is just begging, Asha? Then, if things don't go according to what you want, you'll come back at the beginning nothing happened between the two of you?" madam Wardah's insistence made Asha want to get out of Arga's sturdy arm. He doesn't have to cry here. He still needs to be able to stand up straight.

"What does Mother ask?" tanya Arga did not like her Mother asking that in a tone like disdain. Asha manages to calm down and returns to face Arga's parents.

"sorry. The hardest thing for me was not being accepted by Arga's parents. If I'm not allowed to have a relationship with Arga, that's when I have to be sincere." His lips twitched as he said it. His two hands fused together and also clenched as it held the pain in his heart.

Honestly, Asha wanted to cry when she said this. The tears are at the end of the eye. But Asha was still able to endure it.

Single-minded? What Asha was thinking.

That's not a trivial thing. That's a struggle. It is a hard struggle to get rid of something valuable. Unlike us when we throw away things we don't like. If we already feel it is a valuable thing, we will have difficulty throwing it away. So, do not underestimate the slightest sincerity, because it is not an easy thing.

Asha's head was getting down. She wants to cry again. Asha is strong. That Asha might be able to kick and punch with her feet and hands. However, when it came to this matter, Asha became weak. Even so, he did not want to lose.

"However, let me beg once more." Suddenly Asha lowered her body and sat down with her feet on the floor to beg. Asha kneels. Mrs Wardah and Arga widened their eyes. While Mr. Hendarto lowered his gaze while narrowing his eyes. "Let me and Arga, be together. I love your son," continued Asha with quivering lips.

"Sha..," said Arga, unable to bear to see this. "You two want to keep me heartbroken? Right, Mother?" tanya Arga could no longer hide her anger. Hearing and seeing Asha like that, Arga felt her heart ache. Asha chose to continue begging. He didn't let Arga fight for it himself. Asha felt, she also had to fight for herself.

Suddenly Arga also knelt down. Asha who was strengthening her heart turned her head quickly while widening her eyes. The look on Mrs Wardah's face flinched, her mouth opening slightly in surprise. Then she looked at her husband who looked calm. Even very calm.

"If Father and Mother want to blame someone for a love that is not in line with what Father and Mother want, you should blame me. Never blame Asha. I loved him first. I asked him to love me and accept me. I love her, Dad." Arga's outstretched hand grasped the hand of Asha who was sitting while bending her body and biting her lip beside him. His head lowered while closing his eyes for a moment. Pray and pray. Without feeling his eyes foggy.

"I beg Father and Mother. Allow me to marry Asha. I love my family and I love him too. I don't want you guys to tell me to choose. I want to live in peace with my family and the woman I love" Arga said.

Asha tightened her grasp. Eyes glazed. Mr. Hendarto and Mrs Wardah were silent for a moment to see the two kneeling down for approval.

Asha could not think anymore. The best path is sincere. He has tried to come to his own parents Arga. Trying to attract their pity on women from small areas that managed to make the Young Master subjugated.

Mrs Wardah seemed to whisper something. Mr. Hendarto just smiled faintly fatherly.

"Stand up you two" said Mr. Hendarto suddenly as he opened his glasses. Try to clean the glasses from the dust and wear them again. His voice was no longer terrifying but still resolute and gave off an intimidating powerful air.

"Dad?" asked Arga while looking up not understanding what his father meant. Mother nodded towards Arga who was looking at her, like asking for help an answer.

"stand. You and Asha. I want to talk without having to see you sitting down like this" Mother ordered. Then Mrs Wardah's hand was seen hanging from her husband's arm. Mr. Hendarto nodded and nodded.

"We're standing?" ask Arga again. He was unsure of his own hearing.

"Do you want to sit like that, all the time?" Dad asked.

"Just stand up you two." Mrs Wardah gave Arga the code to stand. Then Arga helped Asha stand up. The two of them then stood up straight. In front of her master, Asha was still standing rigidly and awkwardly. Still looking down because many questions were in his mind.

"You are stubborn as well, Arga," accuses Mr. Hendarto of starting his sentence. Arga is confused. Still do not understand the calm attitude of his parents. Actually, how is this? "Are you sure that your love can't make your job as neglected as it already is?!" asked Mr. Hendarto made Arga blinked. His father looked in disbelief.

Despite the yelling, Dad wasn't intimidating. He was asking earnestly about Arga's decision.

"I'm capable and capable, Dad!" sure Arga soon. Didn't want to wait for his father to change his mind because he answered too long.

It turns out that he knew that Chelsea often made him miss work because of his efficacious attitude. Mr. Hendarto knows that. Although Arga often covers it. He just needs to be quiet and watch. Apparently all can be controlled thanks to his wife. So he didn't come to intervene.

"Are you sure you can make Asha happy with your stubbornness, that?!" Mr. Hendarto raised his voice firmly. Arga's eyeballs sparkle. Smile, then sigh in relief. However, Asha's thin body remained stiffened. His body was still trembling as well. Slowly the fragility of this woman unfolds.

"I can Daddy. I can make Asha happy," replied Arga surely while turning her head to the side happily, to look at Asha who was still down while biting her lips. Look at the woman with all her love and affection.

Arga's eyeball found a clear grain at the end of the girl's eye. Again Arga needs to embrace that body. His body approached and grabbed Asha. This time Asha could no longer hold back. Her crying broke instantly. A circle of tears went straight through her cheeks along with Arga's embrace. "We can finally breathe. I love you, Sha..," whispered Arga as she kissed Asha's head. She tightened her arms because this woman was letting out all her cries.

Both of Arga's parents fell silent again. This time they were not angry. They are just overwhelmed. Let Arga calm the servant girl.

"It's been... They're blessing us, Sha. You must not be afraid anymore" whispered Arga as she rubbed Asha's back. This girl did not stop crying. Arga's eyes were also teary because they were too happy.

"Both of you, sit down" said Mr. Hendarto after letting the two of them hug.

"Don't cry anymore" Arga pinta lowered her head parallel to Asha's head, in order to look at her face. Arga's hand stretched out to help Asha wipe away her tears. After that guided Asha's body to follow him sitting on the sofa.

"Listen carefully." Arga sharpened his sense of hearing. Mr. Hendarto's eyeballs looked at Asha who was still bending her body tensely. "Sit in comfort, Asha..," asked Mr. Hendarto, lowering his voice gently. Understand that the girl still feels the tension and fear because of earlier. Like a father trying to talk to his little daughter who's terrified of his dad's moustache.

Arga's hand rubbed Asha's back many times for this woman to feel calm. Asha nodded.