My servant, Asha

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"I'm Milan. Princess Sanjaya. I think you already know," he replied. It turned out that the woman was willing to answer Asha's question well and well. The sanjaya? The one who always accompanied the father-in-law? "Just calm down, I'm not stalking you, Ga. I'm just tired on my way home from work. Although it looked like I was unemployed, I also worked. You also know I have a food stall at your new mall, don't you?" Milan brushed off Arga's gaze at him. Arga looked only briefly at Milan.

"For Mr. Sanjaya, I know and have met him. I have never met his daughter. Sorry I don't know you." Asha changed her greeting to a bit formal.

"No need to be so formal. Here, I am among the people below you. It's not that my father is Arga's father's subordinate" he explained, shaking his hand and laughing softly.

"We're friends" explained Arga without asking. Asha and Milan turned their eyes towards Arga. "Because of his father's work, we have known him for a long time. So you can think of as a friend." Asha sipped the soursop juice on her left hand while listening to her husband say.

"Maybe we haven't met. It's just that maybe you didn't pay much attention to my whereabouts." The woman ate the bread in her hand. Milan spoke in a more friendly tone. He did not want to follow the formality of Asha earlier. Arga only glanced at these two women. "I'm coming to your wedding."

"really? Excuse me. I don't know. Thank you for coming to our wedding." Asha felt really like an impolite host.

"No problem. That's natural. With that many invited guests, of course you will not easily memorize the faces of one by one invited guest. I think it's natural." Asha smiled faintly hearing Milan swear at him. "I'm actually the one who should be thanking you" he said with a wink. Then smile. Arga.

"Did you come here on purpose just to chat with my wife?" ask Arga later.

"Why? You want to talk to me too?" ask the woman named Milan while lifting her chin. Arga's eyeballs stared lazily. Asha saw her husband and the daughter of the father-in-law's secretary. Milan shrugged their shoulders.

"Why do you want to thank me? I guess .. I never did you any good," asked Asha continuing this woman's statement that was full of meaning. Arga looked quickly. Didn't expect Asha would continue to pursue Milan's sentence.

"Maybe you did it accidentally. A kindness that only you, Arga's loved ones, can do." Milan's eyes looked towards Arga for a moment.

"really? What'sthat?" ask Asha.

"Ha ..ha. Whether you forget or don't know. I'm sure you'll hear."

"Why extend the conversation with him?" ask Arga. "He just passed by."

"Yes. Thas right. I just passed by and happened to find you both." Milan laughed while playing his cold coffee.

"Princess lord Sanjaya could also be considered a relative. Conversations are also necessary" whispered Asha.

"Thank you for getting Arga to marry you soon. Because if I don't, I could be the one standing there. A matchmaking can make both of us's lives restrained. So you are very meritorious to me. You're my hero." Having said that, Milan's attention was distracted by his ringing phone. Then the woman received the phone call. "I'm leaving. Thank you for being willing to talk insignificant things to me, Asha." Milan smiled and left.

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After the departure of Milan, Arga continued to look at his wife. Look at the woman who was enjoying eating the muffin in her message. Then stick the fork into the watermelon and devour it.

"You didn't ask?" ask Asha suddenly. Makes Arga stupefied and sighed. "Why?" ask Asha who sees Arga as having a heavy burden.

"No. I just feel ... no need it feels like Milan said about the matchmaking of the two of us before that now."

"Oh, that. So he better tell me about this first ... when you're really in that match?"

"It's not so ..." Arga is uncomfortable.

"You're not lying. You just never said it. Just chill. If you ask me now, am I surprised? Ja. I was surprised, but only to that extent. Don'worry. I get it."

"Thank you for understanding."

"This is your anger?" search Arga.

"Cannot be. This table must have been turned upside down since then if I was really angry," Asha said making Arga smile amusedly.

"I'm sorry, if she surprised you."

"Buy me some ice cream. I want to eat ice cream," Asha pinta suddenly.

"Each commander." Arga flicked his wife's nose slowly. Asha shifted her face. Trying to avoid her husband's finger. However, Arga added another with a swipe at the head. This time he did not escape. Asha let her husband's hand rub his head affectionately.

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Arga has returned from his father-in-law's house. This morning he went to a new mall with Evan. Arga's job is not far from his wife's life.

In this new mall is also his wife's hometown. In addition to his own work, Evan will also visit the Chelsea boutique in the new mall owned by the Arga family.

"Thank you, the big basket fruit gift," Evan said.

"It seems too late to say it now."

"Hey. I was too happy to see you coming to my wife's pregnancy. So thank you until I forget to say." Arga only snorted at Evan's reply.  "My wife still has time to thank you, right?" evan asked half-jokingly. Arga did not reply just glancing for a moment. Then look at his phone. He was chatting with his wife. "Who? Asha?" evan asked looking at the friend beside him smiling to himself.

"Yes" answered Arga briefly.

"As usual?"

"What?" asked Arga without looking.

"You still don't understand what your wife is craving?"

"That's not important."

"Not important, but pretty exciting."

"Suppit. Different pregnant, different desires are felt. Asha and your wife are obviously two different people. So it may not be the same thing that happened to them even though they were both pregnant."

"Yes right. You're right too." Evan snapped his finger. According to him, Arga has found the answer to the trick this time. He can't argue anymore. Evan just patted his friend's shoulder.

Rendra heard these two men's chatter peacefully. His ears began to get used to the calm and peaceful atmosphere.

Although Arga seemed not to care, but Rendra knew. Since the name Asha appeared, the young master who often became cold now began to feel warm. Even the employees. Also, the story with Evan back then no longer hurt him. His master no longer considered the story a sad story.

In the past, as a secretary who often accompanied the young director, Rendra often resorted to unpleasant situations. Where there are Chelsea and Evan. Now he can breathe a sigh of relief about it. His master was already able to make peace with them.

Their peace, too, was peace for Rendra.