My servant, Asha

Paris is emotional

"It doesn't need to be like that. He's just carrying out my orders" Arga told Chelsea.

"Yes? What am I doing." said Chelsea, feeling no mistake.

"That's not Asha's. He just brought it. Mother deliberately told him to bring me," explained Arga who made Chelsea again stunned.

"Here be sultry, brother. Can you add more ac temperature? Heat. It could explode." Paris flicked her hands in front of her face firmly. Either he's learning to use irony or he feels hot. Chelsea look to Paris.

"I grew up on the Ac?" tanya Asha obeyed the will of her employer's son who turned out to be just insinuating. Asha knows that. That's why he asked intentionally. Paris smiled as she shook her five fingers refusing Asha's help.

"All of a sudden it's cold." Paris answered Asha's question. Then Asha was silent again.

"Hurry to eat, your food." this time Arga reprimanded Asha who was still silently looking at Chelsea who were still trying to open the supply place. He means he's worried maybe Chelsea can't open it, so he will. Not stunned or hurt because his job was taken by Chelsea, but he was afraid that his young master scowled because he could not immediately eat because Chelsea could not open the lid of the stock. Meanwhile, it was his job.

"Good." Then Asha ate slowly. Chelsea can open it well. I don't know why Asha was relieved. Chelsea did it but Asha was happy.

The meal was pretty quiet. Arga focused on the food his mother made. Chelsea ate while watching Arga. Paris also did not bring out innuendos from her mouth. Maybe it was because he was already full so tired to do such a thing again. While Asha was busy paying attention to her dining box that felt special because it was the menu chosen by her master.

"I go to the restroom first, Arga." Chelsea's permission to finish the meal. Arga nodded. Paris' lips are throbbing. It's starting again in Paris. The guts are visible.

"Baby's going to the restroom, you have to get permission, huh." It's right kann... Asha widened her eyes as she glanced at Paris who continued to scorn the woman. Though the people are still there, and Paris is deliberately fishing.

"I was just being polite. Is there something wrong with that?" chelsea reply who had been standing about to come out so stopped because of the mouth of Paris.

"No need to listen to the words of Paris, Chelsea. Go..," Arga broke them. Chelsea went out after glancing sharply at the little boy.

"Paris, control your mouth" hardik Arga who does not want his sister constantly grumbling about Chelsea.

"I don't like Chelsea."

"Then, go home immediately" forced Arga.

"No want. I want to be here" said Paris ignorantly and irritatingly to Arga.

"Then please shut your mouth. Chelsea is older than you."

"I don't care. She's still a bitch," Paris was very firm with her stance.

"Don't childish Parisss.." Arga's fizzle felt very furious. The debate between the two sisters is quite noisy so it makes Asha neglected. But it was a happiness for Asha. He didn't have to continue to be scanned by the young master's eyes.

"I'm not an adult. I'm just a kid." Arga growled while standing up. Paris was still with her uncaring attitude.

"Ashe! give him advice!" arga's order suddenly made asha gasp in shock.

"Huh, me?" Asha's eyes were round in disbelief. He did not expect to be able to order advice to young lady who was none other than his master's son. And the one who sent was the young master who was also his master.

How could that master have me advise Paris.

"Ashe! Do it!" arga orders again with a shout. Aargh! Asha shouted in heart.

Why the hell is he like that.

"so yeah. Even though he's a bitch?" tanya Paris put on a plain face. Heh? This kid purposely extended this health event. She knew Asha was only obeying her brother's orders. So Paris listened to Asha quietly. Even deliberately said in a haphazard style.

Asha wants to stop this ridiculous banquet. But Arga's eyes still stared intently telling Asha to continue this conversation with her chin. Grprr...

It wasn't really the ridiculous contents of the banter but because the speaker was Asha who should deserve to be quiet because she was the servant of these people. Okay, continue!

"We need to be more patient in talking to people of such character. It's better not to be like that person either.." Bwehh! Asha herself felt goosebumps hearing her mouth speak. True that! Because it was possible that Asha could do it too.

"Even if he's hurt one of our families?" ask Paris outside of expectations. Asha felt it was annoying to have to just continue this conversation. Sebal! Sebal!

"But we also do not hurt him back." explained Asha geregetan. Paris realized or not the self Asha is in an uncomfortable position? He gave up on the cake!

"Even if he cheated on me at my brother's engagement party with him any minute now?" Asha's eyes were rounded. Paris has been struggling. Questions are getting everywhere. Paris is out of control.

"The pariss!" sergeant Arga.

Asha blinked her eyes. Then the head gurgles feel unable to continue this. Whatever.

"I'm sorry, sir," said Asha in surrender. Young master wants to be angry too! He instantly remained silent while sighing and lowered his head. Arga understands.

"I'm like this because I hate it, the person my brother has loved suddenly betrayed him. I'm not like this because I want to. I'm also lazy to always hate Chelsea. Who should keep bothering me!" Paris emotional. He wanted to show how unfortunately he was to Arga.

"If he knew himself and backed off without acting like he was still yours, I understand. I'll know myself too. There's no way I'm being so brash like that. But she's still like a big mistress." Arga sighed and rubbed his face.

"Thank you you for caring about your brother. But about Chelsea let me finish. You don't have to interfere with this..."

"Because sister still loves her?" Paris managed to checkmate! The question is beyond Arga's expectations. Netra high-statured man with a thin face and nose is not sharp or pugnacious it grew surprised. He did not expect Paris to ask directly about the feeling here. At present.

Those eyes panicked as they circulated a glance at the corner of the room. No, those eyeballs were directly staring at the young woman. Arga looked anxiously at Asha. How his response and various feelings like that suddenly entangled him.

While Asha was chanting something for not wanting to listen to the debate that she should not have been there. She did not know Arga was staring at her.

"I'm back" said Chelsea who entered when the atmosphere had subsided. Fortunately, Paris clenched her jaws. Chelsea's eyes looked at each of their strange faces.

Cklek! Rendra also appears which adds to the weirdness in the room. Rendra was shocked to see Chelsea standing in front of him but was even more shocked to see Paris and his servant on the sofa. Because he thinks they're home.

"I'm back sir" said Rendra bowing.

"Yes. I'll clean up my food and we'll get back to work. Chelsea I'm sorry, I'm asking you to come home now because I have a lot of work." Chelsea sigh disappointed but obey Arga's will. His feet headed for the sofa to pick up the bag.

"I'm the one who cleared this up, miss" Asha took the initiative as Chelsea stared at her food box.

"Oh, okay. Thank you," Chelsea was about to approach Arga to say goodbye and hug him but Arga immediately gave a code not to do so.

"good. I'll go first, Arga." Chelsea said it softly. Arga nodded.

"Rendra's taking her up front,"

"Good Sir. Let's Miss." Chelsea stepped away without saying goodbye to Paris because the boy had not seen him, he was throwing his face in the other direction lazily.