My servant, Asha

Chapters. 12 Want to?

Asha's lips still felt a sense of frost. This girl did not dare to move her lips. Only the inner teeth moved many times to growl in annoyance. His eyes twitched a sign of great shock.

"Take me some cold water," Pinta Arga suddenly.

This made Asha startled and made her lips touch. So Asha could again feel her lips that had been touched by Arga's lips. It does taste sweet. Because about to go home, Asha drank avocado juice with a sprinkling of her favorite milo chocolate. Maybe the sweetness comes from that. Hence the lips Arga uttered a sweet taste when finished 'stealing' Asha's lips.

Without a word about what he did just now. He acted like there was nothing to worry about. Asha growled in heart. Condemn the young master who does not know that manners.

Aagh!!!

Asha was very upset then headed to the fridge to fetch the water her master ordered. Asha picked up a water bottle in the refrigerator next to her. And approached Arga to give him a water bottle. Arga's habit is to drink cold water from a bottle directly without putting it in a glass first.

"Shut up there. Don't go anywhere." Arga's orders again point to the dishwasher. Asha snorted in heart.

A kiss? Although a moment, a moment and a glance, is not it worth calling a kiss. Didn't the man's lips stick gently on Asha's lips. The touch of his young master's lips still felt stuck above the skin of his lips.

Earlier, Arga ate noodles with his mind that breezed to mind-mind that was not careless. Not only Asha, but Arga was also surprised by what he did. He did not expect his body to move out of line with his heart.

But as a young master, he had to be calm and cool. How could he have acted so frantically when he had already done that to the servant standing there. Arga's eyes glanced. Stole a look at what response the girl will show.

Gawat, I'm kebablasan. I kissed him unconsciously. Crazy one! I'm going crazy! Because of Chelsea I went crazy too! But she looks cute tonight. He made me nervous. A moment ago the shadow of Chelsea was gone when I saw him. I'd rather approach him than remember Chelsea's body. Oh, naw!

Arga glanced at Asha who was standing not far from him. He was leaning against the wall near the dishwasher. Face lowered. And Arga's sure it's not fear. That's mad. It was a restrained anger.

Ih, what the hell is that. Kiss me? So insolent. If I may, I'll beat you up, your majesty. Don't pay too much you can be just like your employees. You idiot! You idiot! Shouldn't I be kissing the man I love and on the basis of mutual love? This is my first kiss!

Asha almost shed a tear from being so upset.

The meal is done. Arga took a sip of water and stuffed the apple pieces into his mouth. Chewing while watching Asha. Arga still wanted to see the waiter's response next. While carrying a tray he approached the dishwasher.

Seeing Arga approaching, Asha took the tray from her master's hand. Intended to clean it and felt he should have brought the tray to the dishwasher, but when Asha took it Arga instead tightened the handle.

Why the hell is this Master. If you want to wash the dishes yourself, do not have to tell me to wait here. So I can go back to the room and sleep. Yes, if you can sleep. Because of what you did. It seems I will sleep with anger.

Arga started loosening his grip off the tray and started handing in. Asha was still silently hesitant to accept. Maybe he was still playing with her. Looks like this time Arga wants to hand over the tray containing the dirty bowl. Asha finally accepted it and put it into the wash. Then wash the bowl.

"Why did you just shut up with that kiss?" asked Arga without shame. His face is ordinary. Though Asha already felt hot and slightly flushed. Already annoyed, resentful, angry, and feeling trampled on his pride.

"That's a mistake," replied Asha flatly.

"Why not get angry then?"

I want to be angry, you fucking young master. I want to kick you. Want to beat you until you get battered.

"Do I deserve to be angry with you, Young Master?" This time Asha raised her face. Turning his body to stare boldly at the young master in front of him. He did not want to be demeaned anymore just because he was the servant in this house.

"You said it was a mistake. So it's only natural that you're angry."

Asha clenched her hands with her eyes staring straight. Arga glanced at that hand.

He was angry.sis Arga in the heart.

"If you're going to kiss Miss Chelsea, please. Please find Miss Chelsea and just vent everything." The sentence is not too long. His speech was also not too loud as Asha tried to hold back the anger. But it was very hard on Arga's ears. Asha's breathing roar up and down in anger.

Arga smiled and got closer to Asha. This is beyond a doubt. Asha could not go anywhere because both Arga hands locked Asha's body so as not to go right or left.

"I didn't kiss you because of Chelsea, but because I wanted to kiss you. And keep talking cold like that. Because it's interested me in approaching you." Arga said it softly in Asha's ears. All over Asha's body shook. Chests rumbling. His heart rate is irregular. "Wash your hands and sleep quickly." Arga looked at Asha's hand which was still full of dishwashing soap foam. Then released his hand which locked onto Asha's movements. After being freed Asha washed his hands and went to his room without saying goodbye.

Hhc ... I'm not sane. I'm insane! Why did I intentionally lure him? Even Asha was silent and silent. She didn't talk about the kiss at all, but I started to pique her into questioning.

Somehow at first, Arga feels disturbed when the servant girl turns out to be quiet with mounting emotions. So he wants to have more fun.

Arga did not think Asha could be calm even though he had treated her insolent earlier. Yes ... Arga was moved to disturb and tease her.