My servant, Asha

Still remember

Paris sat on the bench relaxed while playing the game on his bench. Sandra put her books in her bag. The lesson hours ended a few minutes ago.

"Go back again to the campus area yok," take Paris.

"Can. I'll tell my driver not to pick me up."

"Don't use your driver. Or I told you to go home."

"Can." After finishing tidying the book on the table, Paris stood up. Followed by Sandra, they drop out of class to go home. Arriving at the gate, Sandra waved at her family's car.

"Eh, why not a house driver?" Sandra's amazed.

"Why?" ask Paris who saw Sandra confused.

"That's not like a house driver."

"Who?" ask Paris. Not yet answered Sandra, the car is approaching.  The man behind the wheel looked out while calling out to Sandra.

"Dra, let's go home" take the man who is none other than Biema. Brother Sandra.

Busyets.

"Emm__ "Sandra did not answer. His eyes glanced towards Paris. While Paris scratched his nape while looking the other way. "Where, bang Adi, brother?" ask Sandra.

"Home on. Again, ask to help your sister who has an event. Let's go home soon."

"But I have another show, brother."

"Mom bothered, you tried to help. Don't keep playing."

"Em__" Sandra glanced at Paris again.  "Paris ... What about?" sandra asked badly of her friend.

"Yes, go home. He was told to go home. Sana ...," said Paris as she moved her hand to drive Sandra away.

"Follow it. I'll take you home later" Biema offered.

"No thank you. I was picked up, "push Paris down while nodding politely. Sandra widened her eyes for a moment to look at Paris. He's not usually so polite. Maybe Paris was still clumsy at the club that night.

"Are you really invited?" sandra asked in a whisper.

"Oh, I was picked up. Hehehe ..." Paris showed off her teeth. "Hurry up, you are aanggg ... " Half expelling, Paris has Sandra quickly set foot from here. He didn't want to see Sandra's sister for long.

"But you ..." Sandra was doubtful.

"Just calm. I'll be home soon too. Next time we go out. Sana...." Paris half pushed Sandra's body to get into the car immediately.

With a heavy heart Sandra got into the car leaving Paris near the school gate.

"May you survive the destination ..." Paris waved as the car drove away leaving her.

Hhc ... Good thing Sandra's brother left immediately. It's so uncomfortable to see him keep scanning me. Okay, now call Angga to pick up.

"That was the girl at the time, right? Mall owner's daughter?" ask Biema.

"Yes. Do you remember?" sandra asked as she continued to look at the cell phone.

"How could I not remember. He was the one who stirred up that night. Until I had to attend the meeting the next day with a bruised cheek because of him." Biema said it with rage. (Chapter 42)

Sandra's hand stopped pressing the phone. She's speechless. He could not continue this frightening conversation. Dangerous. It is very dangerous because her brother may be angry again because he is friends with Paris.

The car arrived at Sandra's house quickly. Mama greeted her daughter with a smile and at her feet asked for help. Biema has to go back to the office.

While passing through a street, he saw someone who was no stranger. Isn't that Sandra's friend. That girl's. While passing through that path, Biema turned her head and got a figure that was as she expected.

Paris is in the cab of boys. Biema frowned seeing that. Because the boys were dressed in street punk style commonly found at red lights. Guys with punk and all black attributes.

Biema thins her lips and deck sees the girl chatting with them.

The girl had friends with all kinds of looks. Sandra could be friends with him. It was obvious that time I could find him at the night club.

What a person's eyes see, sometimes does not correspond to reality. Paris was chatting with guys with ear piercings with big earrings. As big as an office suit button.

"What?" ask Paris as these two guys approach her.

"Request money. You must have money, right?" said a guy with uneven teeth.

"Don't lie. Quickly give me your money. School children must be given pocket money with their parents, right?" ask the other guy for force.

"Yes, but this time my wallet didn't exist. So I don't have a penny." Paris reached into the pocket in his school shirt and showed that the pocket was empty.

"Surely in your bag." point at the guy while trying to pull Paris's backpack.

"Ni the person in the told do not believe. I really have no money. My wallet went missing somewhere." Paris pulled her backpack and unzipped the zipper. Trying to show that he has nothing.

At that time the phone that was deliberately hidden in the pocket of the bag poked.

Pimply.

"I asked for your hape." The guy's eyes saw a cell phone in a Paris bag.

"Nothing," Paris refused as she quickly closed the zipper. But the man quickly pulled his bag. "Hey, take off my bag," hardik Paris.

"I have to get your phone." The other guy helped take that phone. Paris pushed the guy.

"Don't fight ya. You're just a girl. Alone anyway." The guy's trying to pull back a Paris bag. This interesting attraction finally makes Paris have to hit the guy to retreat.

"Hey, you fucking chick!" maki that guy because of pain in his stomach hit by Paris.

"You deliberately want to play rough, yeah." Before the man did anything to threaten her, Paris immediately hit the man with her bag.

Bruk!

"Aw!" Paris bag is not too much content, but being hit just like that obviously still makes it sick.

"Bastard girl!" The guy is angry and ___Bruk! Before he managed to injure Paris, the man bounced to the ground. The head of Paris turned towards the establishment of a man in a suit.

Who her? Guardian angel? The white horse prince?

"Stop acting shitty. I'll call the police after I beat you both up" he said, leaving the two unarmed men with nothing to do.

"You who?" ask Paris because she feels foreign. He could only see the man's back. That's why he can't see his face.

Turn ... Turn ... I want to see the look of my savior prince. Paris was happily waiting for the moment when she looked at a man with a dazzling aura.

"Where was your home, up to here?" ask this man while turning his body. Paris glares.

Bussyet!

"You ..." Show Paris surprised. His face became sour. Worry to see the rescue prince dead already.

"Yes. I'm. I thought you said you wanted to go home, but what is this?" Biema saw the surroundings. This is a little far from the school. Paris scratched his nape. Yep. He's Biema. Brother Sandra.

Damnit.

"Sway from the commotion. Why do you like dangerous places?" Biema says it like Paris is a rioter.

Who would want to have the misfortune of meeting those thugs? I was in a disaster, you know .. grumbled Paris in the heart.

"You're still awkward because of what it looks like." Biema smiled mockingly as she knew this girl was nervous.

Damnit. He remembered. He still remembers!

"Of course I remember. How could I not remember when you managed to make a red mark on my cheek."

Huh huh? He heard my heart? Miraculous. I may not be speaking in my heart, yes ...

"Your face is easy to guess."

Oops ... Looks like I got caught. Paris.

"You must think I can't remember that incident, right? You owe me an apology."

Busyets. Especially that?

"Abson't apologizing at the police station enough?" ask Paris half grumbled. Her lips disagreed.

"Yes. That's not enough. You half-heartedly apologize. Different from the woman I thought was your bodyguard at the time. He looks so wholehearted when he apologizes to me."

That meant Asha. Because he was with his brother-in-law at the time. It was clear that Asha, who was still a servant, apologized in earnest. Because as a subordinate, he had already made a fatal mistake.

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