My servant, Asha

Chapters. 21 Lunch

Arga was indeed watching the woman who was with Paris with a faint frown on her forehead. This man knew the eyeballs would occasionally stare at him for a while and then move on to see another. She must have listened to all of her conversations with Chelsea. Arga thought again about what he was talking about with Chelsea, when he did not expect that there was Asha in this room.

Why didn't Rendra tell me that there was him in this room, Arga grumbled inwardly.

"Don't he bring supplies? Why should I order too. He must have wanted to eat his stuff, right?" chelsea's Seloroh is plagued with a forced event to order it. It's no dislike that Paris forced the employee to order food, but why bother forcing her?

Employees can eat by themselves. Eating or not is each other's business. Why the need to overdo it like that to him who is just an office girl.

Paris looked annoyed at Chelsea for joining.

"I was talking to Asha, not you." Paris finally broke down too because Chelsea talked.

"I knew. I just want to help him to talk because it looks like he's depressed about you forcing him to order" Chelsea replied rightly. This time Asha should give a thumbs up because the sentence of the woman was correct.

Paris is starting to get more upset than before. Asha patted Paris' arm intending to calm her down. Arga thins the lips and exhales violently. He wanted to stop this commotion.

"Message three. Don't force it, Paris. Let her. It's just you and Chelsea who choose food. Don't make a fuss." Arga took the decision that made Paris frown.

Then the girl who is still in High School raised her lips mocking her brother who was seen defending Chelsea. Chelsea's lips smiled Arga defended him. He felt that he was still at the top of the list in the heart of the man.

Asha raised her eyebrows and shut her mouth to silence. He was just a waiter, so it was best to just be quiet. He was still holding the provisions of the house placed on his lap. Somehow the fate of the provision that was deliberately made just because he wanted to have a reason to come here. It seems to be neglected. Too bad.

Asha stared at the provisions in her hands.

"Put it on the table, brother," proposed Paris. Asha nodded then placed the bag containing the provisions on the table. The food was ordered long enough. Until it can make Asha restless as well.

"If you may know, who is she?" ask Chelsea about Asha. He deliberately did not ask Paris even though it was in front of him, because this child certainly did not want to answer.

Arga. Looking at Chelsea who asked questions then turned his eyes to Asha. Seen so, Asha was astonished. For sure he pulled his eyeballs to shift to the left, past Chelsea who were also looking at him and then down, towards the supply place.

Hello, my supply place is destined only to see you.

"He works in my house" replied Arga.

"His house? Oh ... housemaid ...." Finally Chelsea found the answer about the identity of the young woman in front of him.

Paris watches over women who are considered flirtatious by it. Chelsea smiled as she raised an eyebrow. As she was saying, "Oh. only the housekeeper anyway." Asha used to hear such a mocking tone.

I don't care, the most important thing is my salary is a lot.

Chelsea smiled again. For a smile this time is made especially for Arga because there is a sweet spice in it. Arga glimpsed the smile with a headband and then sank back into his work again. The man did not want to interpret the smile any deeper. She was afraid of being captivated by the smile that used to make her happy.

"When the food is datangg ... I'm hungry" Paris murmured tired.

Arga did not care about his sister's whining. He just focused his attention towards the work and .. a little throw of attention in that direction. In his seat. The woman who sits neatly in front of the supply place she carries, Asha. Sometimes he looked at the young woman who remained silent and kept an attitude.

"Asha, get me a drink" Arga ordered.

"Good." Asha stood followed by Chelsea who also stood. Arga looked at his former fiancee's behavior in surprise.

"Let me take it." The woman was trying to seize Asha's work of serving Arga. Asha was only silent because there was already someone replacing her duty. Arga looked behind his laptop unhappy, but let Chelsea do it.

Paris' lips chipped while carrying her chin showed Asha that she was trying to get her brother's attention. Asha looked at it without giving a response.

"I don't know if you heard me wrong when I mentioned Asha's name, not yours. I think it's very clear that I mentioned Asha's name earlier" Arga said.

The woman was stunned for a moment. Staring at Arga with a clear nanar.

"Then, thank you for taking it," continued Arga while receiving a drink from the hands of Chelsea. This woman sighed and returned to her seat.

Finally the food came. And that's just three servings. Asha refused to order. He doesn't want to eat here.

"Ga," call Chelsea who have prepared the food in such a way that Arga can immediately eat it. Arga stopped his activities and approached on the sofa chair. Asha just looked at Paris opening her food.

"Sir Asha is not happy. Uh, what if you eat his lunch?" propose Paris while pointing towards supplies that are abandoned.

Asha just nodded. Thinning his lips and grinding his teeth slowly. There's no way Asha can do it, it's stock for her master. It is very uncomfortable to eat the food that should be for others. If it could, Asha would not eat it.

Chelsea investigated hearing that. Isn't that indeed the provision, why should propose it like that. It doesn't make any sense. This waiter just like to keep asking the attention of his employer, Chelsea smiled cynically.

"There's no need for you to prepare it because I ordered it not for me" Arga said as he watched Chelsea arrange his meals. The Chelsea chief looked up at Arga who had already approached him. His heart was a little disappointed.

"Give me that stuff" Arga said as he sat on the sofa, unexpectedly. Chelsea stammered upon hearing the sentence just now. Looking at Arga with a look of disbelief, then wink trying to think again, is he hearing wrong or Arga did say something strange out of the ordinary?

"You asked for the provisions he brought?" ask Chelsea to make sure. He did not want to get caught wrong or misunderstand the man's words. Arga asked that question from Chelsea.

"Yes. Why?" asked Arga while playing his finger asking for the provisions on the table. Asha gamang, but then obeyed and gradually handed over the supply place to Arga. He desperately did not want his young master's heart to deteriorate.

Paris saw this interaction with a smile. He was satisfied to see Chelsea's surprised face.

"Why do you have to ask for supplies from him when you have ordered food?" Chelsea don't like this very much. His disappointment made him want to be angry.

"Sorry Chelsea, I told you I didn't order it for me. Here, eat ...." Arga handed over the food box he ordered to Asha. With a snotty feeling accompanied by Chelsea's sharp eyes, Asha accepted her master's gift.

"Thank you, brother. It was for Arga, wasn't it?" Paris agreed to Arga's idea.

"Thank you," Asha said politely.

"It's very strange that you ask for supplies to a servant of your house, Ga. This is so awkward. You're going to make all the employees here offer their supplies for you." Chelsea still blasphemed Arga for his decision.

"Indeed who is the employee who dares to offer supplies to me?" asked Arga with a little pongah tone in it, while opening the lid of the very tight supply. But the lid was reluctant to open.

Asha was horrified to see Arga violently trying to open the lid of the airtight supply. The shadow of rice spilled and splattered into Asha's mind. Of course Asha did not want that to happen, as it could have been her young master telling her to clean up the mess.

"I can help open it, sir," Asha quickly suggested. Arga stopped forcing the unscrewing and handed over to Asha. Chelsea looked at all their interactions. Finally the arrogant lid surrendered itself to Asha and wanted to open.

Then Asha handed back to Arga. With a proud face that Asha could open it easily, Arga accepted it with a smile.

"Thank you, Sha. All of your lids are open. I don't want to take the trouble to open it" Arga ordered, pointing to the side dishes and vegetables that were not yet open.

"Let me open it" Chelsea said and shook Asha's hand. Arga saw that. His eyes narrowed, not liking the woman to act like that.