My servant, Asha

Chapters. 17 He works for me

The eyes of the woman were finally able to notice the arrival of her master. His face was shocked by Arga's appearance with eyes constantly staring at him. His hand still holds the basketball.

"Sha, throw!" shouted Andre. Asha silently did not respond. "Sha!"

"Shut up," Asha sighed irritatedly without turning to Andre who did not understand the situation. His head looked at the passing Cakra about to snatch the ball. Throw the ball at him.

"Shaa! How did he throw it to Cakra?! You're on the same team as me!" Andre pointed at himself with a stern. Cakra was also confused as to why the ball was thrown at him. After throwing the ball, Asha immediately walked towards the sidelines with a bow. Arga also approached in the same direction as Paris. From here Paris realized there was Asha there.

"Sister!!" paris shouted happy to see Asha again. He immediately hugged his servant. Cakra. His hand was raised greeting Arga.

"Sister in the same house brother Arga huh?" Paris glanced at her brother sharply. Asha just grinned. Arga looked at the woman whose arm was held in the same way as Paris.

"Dam! I'll stop first." Cakra approaches Arga after throwing the ball.

"Where are you, Ga? He felt sorry for the child losing its mother. It will keep following us. He can go home by himself ... It turns out you three came anyway" Cakra smiled at the arrival of Arga's younger sister.

"Who's brother?" ask Paris.

"Cakra, son of uncle Danang," said Arga. The Parisian brain is still thinking.

"Oh... Uncle who is the principal? He's the guy who always invites you to skip that..." Paris remembers because he often heard stories. Cakra. Although other schools, Cakra is often visited Arga school. They are not a force. Arga is one level above Cakra. Because their parents were childhood friends so they were close too.

"Hello, sis." say hello to Paris at last. Cakra greeted Paris with a smile.

Oh...close because their parents were childhood friends, Asha came to her own conclusion. Arga glanced at the woman. He was looking at Cakra and then muttered to himself.

"Do you know Asha's sister?" tanya Paris who instantly made Asha's sense of sight look quickly towards Cakra.

"I am the one who is astonished. Why are you with him" point Cakra to Asha. Asha closed her eyes for a moment while holding her head in agitation.

"Can't you, brother?" Paris is confused.

"I'm the same Asha as a high school friend. Then you?" Cakra.

"Lho Kak Asha is a school anyway? How to work at home?" ask Paris strangely while looking at Asha. Arga was silent while glancing at Asha. While this woman tried to look the other way to relieve her anxiety.

"Work at home? What the hell's work, Sha?" Cakra was curious. Asha heaved a heavy sigh.

"Sir Asha is his work in our house .." obviously Paris was happy. He means he's happy to get a waiter who can be made a friend. Then he wrapped his arm tightly. Asha lowered her head while scratching her front neck. Suddenly Asha's body became kayak stricken with hives. Forehead, neck and nose scratched all.

Cakra still doesn't understand. Then look at Arga who was still silent.

"What do you mean, Ga?" Arga did not answer.

"I became a servant in their family home" Asha finally said. Arga looked at Asha. The young woman answered the question she wanted to avoid. He answered with a confident eye that everything would be okay. More precisely resigned. Whatever.

"You?" The chakras point to Asha.

"Yes." Yeah."

"She became my servant's assistant" added Arga. Asha looked over with shocked eyes. What the hell?

"really? So you're in their house serving this guy?" Cakra pointed towards Arga while laughing. Asha wonder. Why Cakra laughs.

Tinnate? Am I an animal? Cakra's mouth wants duct tape! Asha glanced sharply at this friend of hers.

"All of you make your bodyguard, Ga! She's ..." Asha.

"Shut your mouth .." sergeant Asha was restrained. Cakra laughed out loud. I am so happy to be able to tease this woman. Paris smiled at Cakra's intentions.

"All right, let's go home," Arga asked.

"Hey, I'll go home!" shouts Asha to Deni and Andre. They just look and nod.

"Don't forget our treat, Sha! I know your salary is a lot," cried Cakra as Asha walked away from them.

Know that my son got a lot of salary, but really must treat him if he does not want the mouth of a bucket boy to Arga about me.

In the car, in the car,

"So Asha's sister graduated from High School?" In the car Paris still talks about that. He did not expect, a person who can still apply for a job in a small company for example, chose to be a waiter at his home. Especially as a washerman. A job that is often underestimated.

"Why do you work at my house?"

"Hmmm ... Because the salary is a lot, no special skills are needed and no need to write a job application letter" replied Asha straightforwardly. Paris giggles. He remembered the first time he had met Asha. Just for the simple reason he wants to help Paris which is surrounded by two people.

"How to think brother is sometimes too simple, but exciting also ..." Paris happy. In the driver's seat, Arga looks from the upper rearview mirror to see the look on Asha's face that is no longer tense. Perhaps he felt relieved after seeing Cakra's response when he found out that he was working as a servant. Arga actually knows how Cakra was because he was familiar with that child from a long time ago. When Asha was worried about her, Arga wanted to tell her directly that Cakra was not her person. But he's holding on, let him know for himself.

"Awhile, it means that the brother who was playing basketball with Cakra's brother was yes ..." Paris has just realized. Asha smile. "Hooo ... I can take you out to play basketball." Paris had a lot of ideas in his brain.

"Can you?" ask Arga to join the tour. Paris shakes. "Then?" ask Arga wonder.

"Let brother Asha play, I watch. I can get a new guy's acquaintance if I invite Asha's sister." It means Asha is bait. Paris is weird and crazy too. It looks like he was the one who was struggling at the time. But it seems Arga and his family do not understand.

"He works Paris ... Don't jump around." said Arga. Paris did not speak to her sister. Asha grimaced in heart. There will be more work if you have to accompany this young lady.

They finally got home. Paris immediately ran out of the car because she had to go to the bathroom to urinate. Since then, he has put up with it desperately. Asha got out of the car lately. Their parents did not seem to have arrived.

"Hey," call Arga when Asha is about to turn back. Pas Arga is still in front of the stairs leading to the second floor. Asha stopped and twisted her body.

"Yes, sir." Arga let the servant call him Master. Because he was not trying to disturb Asha.

"Sorry about that." Surely Arga is discussing about him who abandoned his servant without a clear explanation of where he went and when he went home.

"It's okay, sir ..." Asha stoops. Then Arga walked to the home phone table. Pull a piece of paper and write something down.

"This is my cell phone number. You can use it if something like that happens again. Send your phone number through that number. But if you don't need it, you can throw it away." Arga handed him a piece of paper containing his mobile number.

"Good, Sir."

"That's if you dare to do it," Arga said making Asha look up annoyed.

AGRR!! Much the same. It means I have to save her number and give her my phone number. This is his name.