My servant, Asha

Chapters. 13 This morning

Sunday comes again. Unlike usual, Arga was still hanging out on his bed. This morning Arga woke up and cleaned up. Then come down while a little awkward. He did not want to cross paths with Asha this morning. It's still very early in the morning. The morning leaves are still there. Hopefully not meet

"Why sneak around?" reprimand Paris. It made Arga half shocked.

"No," answered Arga flatly.

"Come to the kitchen."

"I don't want breakfast yet."

"No breakfast. Breakfast is not yet. We're going to help Asha's sister."

The asha? Will you meet him this afternoon?

Paris took her beloved sister into the kitchen. In the kitchen Asha was preparing warm tea. Upon seeing Arga's arrival he bowed.

"Good morning sir." said as usual. Actually Arga is doubtful. But Arga's worries faded. Asha is fine. His angry face was absent. Or does he keep it in his heart?

"Bik sumi returned home village earlier shajuh. There's a phone call if any of his brothers from out of town come. So no one cooks" Paris explained.

"And there he is" pointed Arga to Asha with her chin.

"He's not a chef. Can't cook."

"Why work in the kitchen?"

"Who makes him have to work in the kitchen when it's not his expertise?" ask Paris with her face made plain. He knew that Arga made Asha forced to work in the kitchen only because of his skills can cook instant noodles. All because of the word 'pelicious instant noodles.

"We eat out" replied Arga lightly.

"Trus Kak Asha and the others?"

"Yes, let them cook themselves here."

"OK deh. Brother, come with me out." Arga shocked Paris by Asha. Arga did not ask Paris to take him. But Arga kept silent without comment.

"I am here" said Asha.

She must not want to come because she knows I'm the one who jumped. He usually comes out with Paris. I must be very angry because I treated him like that.

"No, we're out. Try to tell the other brother, can use the kitchen as long as there is no Bi Sumi." Paris is using maksa again. Finally Asha nodded and came out to tell the other servants. Soon Asha appeared again.

"Sister, put on yok shoes. We run in the morning." Asha doubtful. Not because you don't have sneakers but because of what you do and do like that. He was just a waitress who took over the employer. No need to groom the same as the employer.

"Sir Asha became weak. Come to my room." Paris pulled the arm of Asha.

"I can wear my own shoes" Sergey Asha made Paris stop pulling his arm.

"OK. Cepetan yah." Asha walked to her room.

"Sister also wears shoes. We're not just out but in sports too."

"Lazy."

"Sister is a slacker. But not this time. Come spit!" Arga had to obey his favorite sister. It is rare for Paris to be so spoiled. What's up. Before long both of them appeared in their shoes. Asha doesn't change shirts. The shirt was still white.

"Sister Asha don't change shirts?" Asha looked towards the shirt she was wearing.

"I have to change?" ask Asha.

"Bawel. Let's go. The important thing is to wear clothes, do not need complicated," Arga argued immediately. Then Arga pushed Paris out to get into the car. Asha followed from behind. Paris sat in the back following Asha.

If Asha had it because she had it. The only sneakers he bought fittingly worked at Hendarto's family home.

"We go to the square. There can exercise the same as eating," said Paris suggested. Arga.

The atmosphere of the city square is very crowded especially on Sundays. Here if the week is free of the same smoke of vehicles. Because the vehicle cannot be controlled. The main road is used for all sports needs. It's called Car Free Day. For visitors who bring a vehicle also parking a bit far from the city square. Comfortable here anyway.

"Sister, I need to be with a friend." Asha panic.

Paris wants to leave me here.

"You came here intentionally for your own benefit." Arga knows the real purpose of Paris. Paris grin.

"It's okay. I'm going to be here with Brother instead of going out alone. I've been gone first. I'm back in an hour. I'll call ya..!!" paris shouted missing in the crowd. Asha is both Arga. Asha's lips komat kamit grumbled.

Oh, fucking boy! Know this I'm not coming. At home, it is quiet, especially no employer. Can relax. This crazy master.sama.

"What do we run to eat?" ask Arga.

"As for Sir. I'm just coming along."

"Emmm.there is a need for correction."

Asha is inwardly incubating in the heart. He must be weird.

"It may not be necessary outside to call Master. Enough with the name. Arga."

"That's impossible. You're my employer, there's no way I.." Suddenly Arga brought her face closer. Asha reflexes dodging.

"Don't say it's impossible. Just now I might want to kiss you again" said Arga, smiling mischievously.

Deg, deg, deg! You really are a mentally ill Young Master! It's a public place!

If it's not a public place, then? Is wrong! You have no right to kiss me, mad Young Master! maki Asha in heart.

I'm really going wild with him, Arga thought, raising his eyebrows.

"Well what to eat first?" ask Arga again.

"La-ran, Tu..." Arga noleh. No! Asha. Like something stuck in his throat. Arga became like a beast ready to pounce.

"Just run, Ar-Ar-Arga.." Asha could call that name awkwardly. Arga smiled with satisfaction.

"Come on!"

Parisian!! Come quickly back!

"Run it, not behind me. You must be on par with me." protested the Young Master.

"You're his foot..."

"You..," ralat Arga.

"Yes, you have legs longer than mine.."

"I.." - Errata Arga again. Asha becomes a baby. Taught one by one the words said, "Repeat. As I taught." Huh huh? Hh.. Asha took a deep breath.

"Because your legs are longer than mine. I would not be able to follow." repeated Asha very smoothly because it was upset.

"Oh, that. I equalized his running. Your legs are short" he said with the intention of being sly. Asha smiled forcedly. In the middle of the crowd appeared someone who had not seen for a long time. Asha squealed inwardly. The danger!!!