My servant, Asha

Chapters. 19 Asha and Chelsea

Chelsea emerged from behind the door with a still stunning display. And what was incomparably striking was that beautifully protruding D cup. Very intimidating. Especially for the owner of a 'straight' body like Asha which is only cup A size. Unknowingly his hand confirmed the location of his shirt and curled up to cover his flaws.

The crazy body was also like it had involuntarily been grinding Asha's unhinged body, firmly. All of Chelsea's performances are capable of making civilization a female creature like Asha, pressuring themselves not to scream.

Chelsea's eyes immediately looked towards Arga's empty work chair. Then lift the chin like understanding that the owner of the chair is not in place. Then circulate the view and will start sitting on the sofa. But being restrained by Asha's existence made her stop stepping.

"Good day," said Asha trying to be friendly while standing up. Chelsea's eyes still looked at Asha in wonder. Who her?

"You're cleaning something?" chelsea asked with a smile thinking Asha was an office employee, office girl. Asha had no choice but to smile. No need to explain who he is. Because either office girl or housekeeper, the point is not much different.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, please continue your work" Chelsea said with a smile as the hostess was doing her time off. Asha nodded. But I don't know what to do next. Chelsea put a fancy bag next to him. Sit down cross-legged and start pulling out the phone. Swipe the phone screen to look at something. His eyes were staring at something on the table.

"This is your stock?" ask Chelsea while pointing towards the place where the supplies are brought from home. Asha nodded then approached and picked up the provisions.

"Yes, sorry,"

"You brought him here because you're gonna eat your provisions here?" chelsea asked with a faint frown on her forehead.

"No. I just accidentally brought her here," Asha still stood up and bent her body slightly to show her courtesy. Because he is a subordinate. His hands are fused while holding a bag containing a supply place. Chelsea nodded in understanding but with half a heart. His eyes were still looking towards Asha with a slightly dislike attitude.

Maybe according to him, it is very rude for an office girl to carry her supply to the director's room. But then she turned away from Asha and looked back at her phone. The female secretary who was at the entrance brought drinks for Chelsea and found Asha who was somehow standing next to the bookshelf. He knew Asha was coming from home with her director sister.

"You ..," he said stuck with the strong arm of Asha not to say anything. The secretary did not understand but soon kept quiet and put down drinks for Chelsea.

"Thank you" said Chelsea, receiving a drink from the woman's secretary. The secretary walked out of the room with an astonished look towards Asha who remained standing in front of the bookshelf.

Where's the old boy?

"Okay" cried Chelsea. Asha. Apparently Chelsea spilled a drink and soaked the tip of her mini skirt. She immediately stood waving the water that was on top of her skirt. But fortunately only a little so do not wet the floor.

Then Chelsea sat down again to light their legs.

Asha wanted to get the phone out of her pocket. Accidentally lock the waiter's room in the employer's house, come up and fall to the floor. Thrown under a narrow bookshelf. Just enough room for his room key to get inside.

Asha stuffed her phone again into the pocket and squatted down. With her knees on, Asha began to force her hands to reach down the bookshelf. But can't. His hands could not fit under the narrow slit of the bookshelf. Asha grumbled in annoyance.

Cklek! The sound of the door opening. Asha is happy to finally return Paris from the toilet that has been gone too long. Asha raised her body to look up, welcoming the arrival of Paris.

"Arga," said Chelsea welcome the arrival of its young master. Asha snorted and immediately hid herself. He drowned his body behind the sofa that covered him.

"You really showed up here again, Chelsea?" ask Arga a little less than happy. But he still accepts Chelsea well. Chelsea who had wanted to hug Arga, inevitable well by Arga. Chelsea thinned out disappointed lips, as her embrace was forcefully avoided by Arga. Rendra who was there glanced towards Chelsea. Arga was aware of the reaction.

"You can go to your brother first in front, we can continue after you meet your brother," said Arga who had heard there was a brother who came to the company to meet Rendra. But because it still works, Rendra only answers 'later' through his cellphone. This is also to keep Rendra from the scenery that is not in his love, namely, Chelsea.

"Good." Before Rendra left the room, his eyes scanned the room to look for the figure of the waiter. But because it is not visible, Rendra thinks the woman has gone home with Paris. He was afraid that it would be a bit of a stir when Paris knew there was Chelsea in this room.

"What's wrong?" asked Arga who started to sit in his work chair while in the room there were only the two of them. Chelsea sighed while sitting back on the sofa.

"Don't be so stiff. You know my sad state of affairs," Chelsea looked forward blankly. Arga looked at him silently. He understands Chelsea's lonely life because Evan is starting to act. The man no longer wants Chelsea as he did when he took it from Arga's side.

"Have you had lunch?" ask Arga. Arga sighed tired with his heart that still gives a gap to Chelsea. But to immediately scold him after knowing the problems he faced, Arga felt unable.

Chelsea have no one. After an accident that befell his family he only lives with his nanny's aunt and also his family's estate which is still able to make him look a little luxurious. But something like that doesn't break him. He kept living hard.

Chelsea was able to develop his boutique to become famous and become a subscription for rich families. Chelsea's strong perseverance is able to make Arga heart and amazed.

"Yet. I wanted to take you to lunch" replied Chelsea.

"Pick the food you like and I'll have my employees outside to order. I don't want to eat out, we better eat here. That's also if you want. Otherwise, I have no choice but to apologize for not being able to take you to lunch" Arga said. Chelsea smile.

"It's okay. I also want to eat here," Raut's face shows she's very happy Arga wants to take her to lunch. Then Chelsea deliberated will choose what menu they will eat. Meanwhile Asha was still down there ducking and hiding her body smartly.

Why would I be stuck in a situation like this...

The room key still could not be retrieved, because Asha needed a tool that allowed her to pull the key out. And it required him to stand appearing on the surface. For the present situation it is very unlikely. When they both look familiar and just want to be alone. Even if their seats are separate.