My servant, Asha

Chapters. 20 Where is Asha?

"Sir, you have come ...," Paris entered the room without excuse. Because from the outside when asking the employees in front, they said the director had come.

Arga was surprised by his younger brother's appearance when Chelsea were there.

Asha was happy to hear Paris' voice coming. But to stand up now, it was already awkward. He still needs to wait for the right time.

"I've been waiting for you since, I ..." Paris saw that there was someone on the couch that she thought was Asha, but it wasn't. The woman sitting on the sofa turned her head slowly and this made Paris stare straight at her. "I'm sure you'll be here. It turned out to be true what I was thinking," said Paris staring at Chelsea with a displeased look and snorted bitterly.

"I have plenty of time if I just come here. Especially to meet Arga, "Chelsea replied with a smile on his lips. Paris squinted and looked at Arga with a probing look.

"You invited her?" whispered Paris with suspicious eyes.

"No. He appears alone here," replied Arga flatly while working on something on his laptop.

"Why didn't you throw him out?" urgently Paris does not like.

"Hh, Never mind ... Chelsea, you've found an option to order what?" asked Arga after flicking Paris's question. Paris' mouth grumbled.

"A little while" replied Chelsea.

"Sir Asha, where? How come it's not here?" ask Paris while you wander. Because in the work room Arga is not seen anyone else other than the three of them.

"Why did he find her here? isn't he home?" ask Arga wonder. Asha did not stand up. Imagining himself standing while carrying an unregulated stock, it was really sad.

"No. I brought her here earlier while bringing something for big brother." Paris is still in disarray. Arga looked up and circulated the view throughout the room.

"You're seriously bringing him here?" ask Arga.

"Sister is told. Yes, I came here with brother Asha earlier ..." Paris sprawl. Arga looked around the room again. Paris stepped.

"Who are you looking for?" asked Chelsea who was surprised to see the two of them like looking for someone. Paris silence. Arga also did not reply just looking around.

"I'd better ask Rendra, '" Arga was about to call Rendra.

"You're looking for an office girl who was cleaning here, huh?" Paris and Arga turned to Chelsea quickly. Office girl's? ask them in your heart.

"So there's someone here?" ask Arga. Chelsea nodded. Arga didn't call Rendra.

"Yes. Strange employee who would like to bring his supply place here. I think it's very disrespectful. Because this is your room, Arga. Director's room" Chelsea explained plainly.

"Wacky employee?" Paris scowled at the woman. Regarding the attitude of Arga's sister like that, he understood. But if Arga is like that, Chelsea feel strange.

"You scolded him? Where is he now?" asked Arga impatiently. Chelsea's eyes blinked at such a question.

"No. I'm just asking. He must still be here because I didn't see him coming out" Chelsea looked around the room.

"Sir, Asha!" shouted Paris as he stepped closer. Asha finally appeared. He moved from hiding and stood with his face slowly bowed. "Sister is there?"

Asha was certain that her young master's eyes must be looking at her. As Asha tried to look up to look at Arga sitting, the man looked at her sharply with his lips bent as if furious. Asha understood for sure his young master was embarrassed the conversation earlier sounded by him who was only a servant. That may be due to the status of married Chelsea.

"He who? Paris looked very familiar to him. Isn't he an employee of this office, Ga?" ask Chelsea wonder.

"No" answered Arga briefly. Chelsea's eyes realized that grumbling mouth. Then he looked again at Paris and the office girl.

Who exactly is he?

"Sir Asha again playing cat-kissing ya ...," ledek Paris made Asha smile wryly. I had to think it was funny. When he heard Paris speak, Chelsea felt familiar with the name called Paris earlier. He felt he heard it.

"What are you doing there?" tanya Arga finally after silencing Asha who turned out to be in this room since the beginning of the arrival of Chelsea. Asha gasped in surprise.

"What the hell are you doing." Paris pursed her unhappy lips. Arga still looked at Asha stiffly.

Well, whine Asha in the heart.

"I'm looking for my key. The key fell down and went into the crack under the bookshelf, "Asha explained as she pointed at the bookshelf next to her. Trying to be reasonable even though he was actually nervous.

"Then?" ask Arga urgently. Asha was sure her master was angry. His gaze is still sharp. Yep... Asha was indeed eavesdropping on the person's conversation earlier.

"I still can't find my key. Because the gap under the bookshelf is very narrow. The key is still inside." Asha was still standing while putting her hands together. Arga kept silent while looking at Asha. Chelsea obviously feel strange. The woman sees Arga and Asha alternating. Trying to digest what it really is.

"What key is that, brother?" ask Paris.

"Lock the room at home."

"Hmmm.... Rike still has it, right? Let it go, we will duplicate the key again. Don't think about the key." Paris has made a decision. Asha hesitated, but eventually nodded in agreement.

"We ordered food, right?" asked Chelsea who felt the mood of Arga murky. But he did not want his lunch with Arga to fail just because of the employee. Is it really an employee? Why so close to Paris? But looking at Asha's usual display, Chelsea believe he is just a regular employee.

"So dong," replied Paris whose purpose of coming here did want to disturb them both. Arga wanted to undo his intention of lunch, but ended up being silent. He followed his sister who wanted to have lunch too.

"Come brother, we're sitting down too." Paris invites Asha to sit on the sofa in front of Arga's desk. Chelsea found it strange that the employee was sitting here with them. Chelsea's eyes scan women next to Paris.

"What should we eat, brother?" ask Paris while tapping her chin with her index finger to think about what food to choose. Asha just silently listened. There was no way he would suggest eating what. Moreover, the eyes of the well-built woman in front of him did not stop looking at him with full of inquires and questions.

After deciding what to eat, Arga called the female secretary in front of the entrance and recorded the order. Chelsea and Paris mention the food.

"What message?" ask Paris. Asha shakes. He doesn't want to eat. He just wants to go home. Go home and go home. Better to eat at the employer's house, than to eat here with them.

"Why not eat? It's lunch hour, brother," asked Paris astonished. Asha still shook her head.

Not want! Just get me back home! pekik Asha in heart. Look ... The man just kept looking at me. I don't want to end up with my dismissal, please ...