My servant, Asha

Chapters. 11 What are you doing, sir?

"I miss you a lot Arga" said Chelsea softly as she approached Arga. Hh... Arga sighed tiredly. Feeling tired of their own feelings. Angry with his heart still moved to see Chelsea.

"Chelsea, stop ... Don't say anything like that again." Arga said coldly. Even though his heart wanted to. "You know such a word is no longer necessary for us."

"But I still miss you." Chelsea stroked Arga's shoulder slowly.

"Now your status is Evan's wife. And you don't deserve to act like this in front of me." Arga's tone rose while throwing his face away.

"You don't want me anymore?" chelsea whispered in Arga's ear. This is making Arga fucked up.

"Stop your behavior!" arga said firmly. Shake Chelsea's hand and stand up. "You should have said that when we were together. Not at a time like this. All your whining doesn't work for me." Arga took the suit that was in his chair.

"If you still want to be here, please stay here. Because I'm going home" said Arga coldly and then stepped towards the door and left. Chelsea grunting. He's away from Arga's desk.

"I'm sure you still love me. I know it from your eyes."

Arga felt a lightheadedness in his head. The meeting with Chelsea this afternoon really made his brain cringe. Arga had been trying to keep avoiding the woman. She is the wife of her best friend Evan. At first, the two were a couple. Undeniably sometimes Arga misses being with the woman. But with her status as a wife how can Arga go far.

At 21. 30 wib

It was late afternoon to go home. But Arga doesn't want to go anywhere. He wants to go home and stay home. Where Chelsea would never meet him. After the engagement was cancelled due to Chelsea's conduct one year ago. Mother and Father like reluctant to accept guests of Arga female friends in addition to those appointed by Mother.

Not refusing, just refusing.

In a deserted house. Dad and Mommy stay at Daddy's family's house outside the city. Paris' sister hasn't come home yet. He asked for permission to go home last night.

"Sister, give me permission to go home tonight." Paris whined when he was about to get out.

"Where are you going?"

"Watch the band festival."

"What kind of guy is a girl?"

"The girl ... Why ask that?" Paris doesn't like to be investigated.

"No Dad is with Mom. So I need to take care of you."

"If you're going along if you're worried about me."

"No. You leave with Angga." Arga calls the driver of the house whose body is like a bodyguard.

"Don't want to."

"If you don't want to, don't go out. Can't get out. I'm reporting to Mommy."

"Evil you. You're with Chelsea all right. She's a man's wife."

"Shut your mouth" Arga pointed to her sister. Paris throbs. Arga rattled his hair irritated.

"OKAY. Just get out."

"May, but the Angga's tetep nganterin."

"It's the same as lying."

"Really?" The eyes of Paris sparkle. Arga nodded softly. Paris was finally able to get out. Leaving alone Arga thought of Chelsea.

***

Bruk! Arga laid his body on the sofa of the living room. The work was not so much, but it felt very tired. Maybe not his tired body, but his heart. Arga closed his eyes with his arm. Chelsea's beautiful and beautiful shadow danced in her brain.

Crazy one! He's nuts! Is not she the wife of a man. Why does she seduce other men so easily. If I can't resist, I can also get carried away. That woman is completely insane. But I almost went crazy too.

Cklek! The side door of the middle room opens. Arga opened his eyes and looked towards the door.

This girl!

Asha appeared who was shocked to see Arga there. He did not expect it because the middle room light was extinguished. Only the table lamp is on.

Where else has he come from?

"Good night, sir," she said after closing the door. Arga nodded. Asha became awkward. Like getting caught wet again. He did not immediately step away because Mr. Arga still saw him without saying anything.

"Make me noodles. Now," pinta Young master Arga then. Hh .. finally. Asha immediately headed to the kitchen without changing clothes. "Don't forget to use eggs!" shouts Arga from the middle room. Asha actually already knew her Master's habits without him telling. It just so happened that Asha came out wearing only casual clothes. Mint color t-shirt and jeans mere feet. Not changing clothes is okay.

"Where have you been?" Asha flinched in shock the Young Master was already behind her. Dragging the dining chair and sitting facing Asha who was again cooking noodles.

"Streetings, sir." Asha turned her body towards Arga intending to be polite.

"You can answer while cooking noodles." Arga pointed to the pot behind Asha.

"Good." Asha turned her body again facing the stove.

There are many more questions.

"Who?"

"My friend, sir."

"Cakra?"

"No, sir." Then there was no more sound of his master. Asha don't take a headache. He finished his cooking.

Noodles are on order. Asha lifted the bowl and put it on the tray. Give it to Young Master.

The deg! Almost the bowl fell because suddenly Young Master Arga appeared. Standing straight behind him. Somehow he was standing right behind Asha.

"His noodles are already Master," Asha said with a lowered head. Because Arga was standing very close to him.

"Don't duck" Arga ordered. Asha raised her head, but could not see into Arga's face. Because Arga's body is higher than Asha's. Then Asha tried to retreat to widen the distance between him and Arga, but could not. He's already on the edge of the kitchen table. Asha stared straight. But in front of him was the chest of his master's field.

What the hell is this? In front of me is the chest of His Majesty Arga's field.

"Hold tightly to that tray of noodles," the strange young master ordered. Asha complied while holding tightly to the tray containing the bowl of noodles that were still hot despite the astonishment. Suddenly Arga lowered her face and kissed Asha's lips softly. Asha's eyes glared in shock. Tramp vibrates. "Sweet," Arga said without caring Asha's expression was very surprised. Then take a tray of noodles from Asha's hand. And bring it to the dining table. Asha was still frozen in the place where she stood.

The incident had just happened for a moment, but Asha immediately felt her face heat up. His feet are not moving anywhere. He's like a daze. He was still thinking about the incident just now.

What's he doing?! What's he doing?! Shouted Asha in his heart.