My servant, Asha

Chapters. 18 Asha and Chelsea

The great lord and mistress Wardah have already come from staying at the brother's house. Bik Sumi has not yet arrived. So when Mrs Wardah cooks, Again Asha has to work hard. Because she was so awkward having to be in the kitchen with Mrs Wardah.

"Arga .. you are very diligent breakfast now," exclaimed Mrs Wardah happily watching her son come down and sit at the dinner table. Usually he came down and was still busy buttoning his arms, this time he was neat.

Arga just raised an eyebrow assuming it was common. Arga's eyes saw Asha who was busy washing the furniture that had been used. For the matter of washing, Asha might be able to and is said to be an expert. But for cooking, especially with Madam, he was considered an amateur. Then he took over making guava juice for Paris.

"Begging for a fork" Arga's pinta is the same. Mrs Wardah did not hear because she was concentrating on her cooking. Asha who was still making fruit juice then looked at the dining table. Arga raised an eyebrow with the intention of having Asha take it immediately.

"Garpu for what? In front of it is, "reproved Paris who has also appeared. On the table is already prepared forks and spoons.

"It's dirty, I want to change," replied Arga calmly. Asha was already near the dining table, handing the fork over to the young master. Paris throttled her sister as if she was spoiling. Arga received the fork without saying anything.

"Sister, is my guava juice already?" ask Paris as always cheerful.

"It has. I pour it into the glass first huh," Asha said with a smile. Then go to the back of the kitchen table to pour the juice.

"Okay," said Paris. Arga's eyes looked at the woman. No new numbers came in on his phone. The woman completely ignored him.

Afternoon, afternoon,

Paris who is still on vacation deliberately plays to the office of Arga to see the situation. He believes Arga has an appointment with Chelsea today. This girl has always felt sorry for the existence of the woman. After hurting her brother, she still dared to calmly visit her brother. Paris knows, too, that Arga still loves her. So he was sure Arga would have received with joy when the woman came to visit him.

"Today Chelsea won't go there?" ask Paris to Rendra by phone.

"No" answered Rendra.

"Oh yeah? Don't you guys try to hide Chelsea's arrival." As usual, Paris is forcing.

"No," replied Rendra still in the same tone.

"You know that Chelsea's somebody's wife. If the public knows they have a relationship, how about the company later." Paris knows the fate of the company. He is lazy to talk about the company and the future. Because Paris is still in school. Still want to have fun. Not wanting to worry about the company.

"I don't think so. Because the Director has nothing to do with Miss Chelsea." Paris was upset.

"You know why, Ren ..."

"There's nothing to tell you, miss. Director Arga does not have an appointment with Miss Chelsea." Rendra is still tight. Like a strong and sturdy fortress. Secretary Brother is crazy.

"I told Mommy if Kak Arga is still in touch with Chelsea."

"Don't Miss." Rendra started to get hooked. Paris happy.

"Why?"

"Because they both have nothing to do but ex." Hhh .. same as that. It's free to find information on Rendra.

"Here I am, I am closed. Thanks for the useless information."

This is a disaster for Asha. Again Paris took Asha to Arga's office. Paris mode of carrying everything. He is very eager to annoy Arga and Chelsea.

"Son who brought his provisions."

Yes it is. When is the day I bring this place. Hello lunch spot, welcome to meet me Asha again.

"If I can't go," said Asha carefully.

"Why?" Paris wonder. Asha rubbed her earlobe while gnashing repeatedly.

"Fear of Arga?" Guess Paris exactly. Asha nyengir.

"That's not important because there's already a mother here. If this is more serious and precarious. Because in the office there is no one to keep Arga from the woman" added Paris. "I'm just an ordinary brother, same brother Arga, how is that?"

"Your brother always threatened to fire me every time he met. Whether I'm wrong or not he always is. Ngaco not really. Oops, sorry." Asha closed her mouth as she expressed herself. Paris giggles.

"Whose sister got it wrong?" ask Paris.

"I don't understand."

"Why do you like to threaten so. Although it looks stiff, my brother never deliberately terrorized the employees in this house with the word will fire him continuously like that" said Paris who tilted his head because he was thinking. Asha spread her shoulders.

However, Paris refused, forcing Asha to take her to her sister's office. Then the two of them arrived at the door of Arga's room. Asha let out a long breath.

"Have you got to take a deep breath?" reprimand Paris. Asha smiled as she raised her eyebrows in agreeing that what she did was in dire need.

"Kayak wants to enter the tiger cage," said Asha. Again Paris giggled at Asha's words. He thinks Asha is very humorous. Although not meant to joke.

It turned out that in her brother's room there was no one. Paris is looking for her sister. He couldn't find his brother. The phone was on the phone but still not received. Arga is like eliminating yourself.

"Sister wait here. I came out first." said Paris but Asha's hand instantly prevented her eyeballs from widening.

"I'm coming with you. Don't leave me." Asha emphasized on the word 'don't leave me'. Asha no longer wanted to live with this child.

"I want to go to the toilet, will you come?"

"Whatever. Wherever I'm going" Asha said very seriously. He doesn't care.

"Braven brother." Paris. Asha grimaced.

"Here, brother is here. I don't want to be followed by my sister. Later if there is brother Arga, brother can give his provisions while watching him with Chelsea or not. Okay?" Paris breezed out of the room leaving Asha feeling that something was going to happen. And that will happen because this is the young master's office.

Asha just sat on the sofa while watching this room closely. He no longer knows what to do. Not daring to get up from his seat because it could be that the master of this room suddenly came.

Cklek!

Someone opened the door. Asha's chest was already rumbling imagining the young master coming.

"You here?" ask Rendra. Hc ... Asha let out a sigh of relief. Then stand up and pay your respects.

"Good day."

"Piang. You're here with Miss Paris?" ask Rendra who already knew the lady full of curiosity it will arrive here.

"Yes." Yeah." Turns out Rendra would just pick up the documents on the table and then go back out of the room.

"You stay here?" ask Rendra to know. This is director Arga's workspace, not everyone should be here, not least the maids from this house.

"Miss Paris will return from the toilet. I was told to wait here" replied Asha still standing. Rendra was silent for a moment while looking towards Asha.

"alright. Try not to touch anything but yours" said Rendra. This is the director's room. Many important documents are stored here. It could be that the servant who was bending his body would cheat and harm the company. While the one who saw there was a stranger in here was Rendra. Mistakes can be directed directly to Rendra who has the right to go in and out of this director's room. "Take a good look at my words" said Rendra stiffly and went out while closing the door.

Outside, Rendra left a message to Arga's secretary, to always pay attention to the director's room. After the secretary left Asha could sit down again on the sofa.

He suspects me. Naturally this is not my home whose contents are not very valuable to upper class people like them.

The door opens again. This time it's not Rendra, he's... Chelsea.