My servant, Asha

Comfort Arga

Inside the Arga workspace, there were still three people left. Paris who has expressed his dislike of Chelsea to Arga is still pouting on his couch. Arga also felt upset about having to fight about Chelsea with his sister in front of Asha. Especially when Paris asked about Arga's feelings now to Chelsea.

Arga became uneasy.

Meanwhile Asha was busy cleaning the table full of junk food. Also tidying up the supply place that will be brought home again. Apparently, his young master did not finish his meal. Maybe he's in an uncomfortable mood. Where there is Paris, Chelsea is also him.

Arga seemed to be trying to make everything comfortable by ignoring his own comfort. He could have immediately kicked Chelsea or Paris out of his room, but that was done to make everything comfortable. Although Arga is embittered by Chelsea's betrayal, he must not be sadistic by not accepting Chelsea who only visit.

To say hello and talk, Arga still wants to accommodate him. But for physical touch such as a hug or a kiss, obviously Arga does not want to accept it. He also had limits as a man not to go too far because of different statuses.

And because Arga still wants to hear complaints about Evan, maybe this is what makes Chelsea feel in the wind. He thinks that Arga still accepts him as he used to. The man just felt sorry for the life of Chelsea who had no parents and now Evan betrayed him. Maybe his heart is still a little affection for Chelsea, but in fact he also feels uncomfortable if you have to be near Chelsea who have the status of Evan's wife. Arga was just trying to be polite.

Although he had to separate them for not wanting there to be a clash between Chelsea and Paris in the end, to force Paris home was also impossible. Arga doesn't want to do that. He sees Asha deliberately bringing provisions from home for him. This was also a consideration for him not to tell Paris to go home.

Arga sighed as she moved away from the sofa towards her work chair. Paris was silent while bending her face and mouth. Asha still continued to clean up the messy table. If the others could act still and sigh in annoyance, but for Asha there was no time for that.

If you want to sigh upset because of the atmosphere that makes it uncomfortable, he must do it while cleaning. As a servant, Asha had to move quickly when something conspicuous wanted to be cleaned up like this table in front of her.

"Where are you taking it?" asked Arga when he saw Asha was about to bring out the cup for his drinking water earlier.

"Go out and wash it, sir," replied Asha who had not yet opened the door.

"no need. You just put it in the dispenser there. Let the office employee wash it."

"Good." Asha's feet did not so step out but towards the storage box table and put there. Then return to the sofa after throwing the trash in the trash can in the room. Sit down and be quiet.

"Asha, please bring Paris home. He's been here long enough and bothers me" Asha felt like her radar was reacting. Alarm beeping. His master was troubled by the arrival of the two of them.

"Sorry sir, it has disturbed you." Arga looked up and was stunned. Not expecting her sentence made the originally seated woman start to stand up. Putting his hands together and bowing felt guilty. Arga let out a tired breath for a moment.

"I don't blame you. I was angry with Paris who." Suddenly Paris stood up and walked to the door. Arga looked at his sister in wonder. Paris touched the door handle and opened the door. Then leave without saying goodbye.

"Excuse me sir," Asha still bowed and apologized once more. Arga rubbed his face trying to temper himself his mounting anger. Snarling in the heart.

"I'm sorry sir. I'll take Miss Paris home, excuse me." Asha immediately exited the room leaving Arga who began to close her eyes. Hhh....

Today was exhausting..

**

Outside, Paris waits for Asha at the elevator door.

"It's annoying, isn't it?" ask Paris directly when Asha has come out of Arga's room and is in front of him.

"Who? That miss?" ask Asha while carrying a bag.

"both. Chelsea and my brother." Paris murmured with his face bent.

"I'd like to keep talking about Chelsea. Capek knows. I was acting like this because to realize that not only Chelsea was in front of him" Paris' long tirade.

"Yes." replied Asha just responding to her young miss telling a story.

"Here my brother is the victim of treason. Seeing that it is not natural that I overdo it with the appearance of Chelsea. I want to protect her, "again. The mouth of Paris grumbles.

"Yes" answered Asha once more. Formality works.

"In this world it is not only Chelsea who are good. The others are still many. You sis, perverted brain," maki Paris is upset.

"Yes indeed. Basic perverted brain," replied Asha involuntarily growled. Because he remembered what happened in the kitchen that night. Paris looked at with astonishment.

"So Asha's sister has seen Arga's perverted sister?" ask Paris which surprised Asha.

"Huh?" Asha only realized that her mouth was wrong.

"It's strange, Brother looks more furious than me," said Paris translating the expression on Asha's face earlier.

"No, no. I'm just saying what you said" Asha argued frantically while shaking her five fingers. Instantly Asha grimaced neutralizing Paris' suspicions towards her.

Busyett, so remember the young master's crazy behavior.

"I have to report to you so that Arga can be caught," Paris found a brilliant idea to spill the frustration.

"Yes, yeah.." Actually Asha did not want to lash out at Paris to complain to Mrs Wardah, but in order to save herself from Paris' suspicions about the pervert, Asha so encouraged this girl.

"Ihhh. Where's the Angga, anyway. On the phone can't." Paris grumbled again. This kid's been nagging ever since. Pips, pips... There was a notice of a weakened battery from the phone held by Paris.

"Well... The battery runs out anyway. Brother, call Angga gih, my battery will abis. Only four percent!" Paris showed her phone screen to Asha. Right, the battery next to the canoe is red and there's a four percent inscription.

"Yes." Yeah." Asha reached into her phone. Right left, front back. There is no cell phone in any pocket.

"Why brother?"

"My phone, gone."

"Oh, here I call." Paris tried to call through the ponse that was almost out of battery. Pip, pip, warning again.

"No, no!!" Shouted Paris witnessed the extinction of its mobile phone battery. Asha hissing gemes.

"It must have been left in Arga's room" said Paris. Asha tried to remember, but she still did not remember.

"I looked there first" suggested Asha feeling heavy-hearted. It was safe that he would be home soon. While carrying the provisions in his hands, he returned to the director's room.

"I'm waiting in the front lobby" said Paris as they had reached the bottom floor. Asha nodded and headed upstairs again alone.

I have to see the young man again.