My servant, Asha

Asha Search

Asha mustered up the courage to return to the 'tiger nest' upstairs. Asha got into the elevator and stood in the corner. Lean so that his body feels comfortable. Asha has a fear of being in a narrow space that keeps her alert. At first glance as Asha rode the elevator which was translucent because the walls were transparent, her eyes found someone passing by on the escalator. Get down from upstairs to the ground floor.

The moment Asha blinked her eyes and looked again in the same direction, the figure had disappeared. Asha tried to circulate the view to all directions around the escalator, but the body figure she was looking for could not be found.

Really ridiculous. Why do I feel the need to find him.

Ting! The elevator doors open on the destination floor. Asha stepped out and walked towards the director's room which was at the end. It feels heavy to go back there, especially alone. Especially with personal needs, which is to find a phone that is either left there or not.

Only Asha's last memory states that other than the room there was nowhere else to go. Asha had come directly to the young master's room and stuck there until he finally came home.

Geck! Geck!

The door was knocked slowly by Asha. One tap there was no answer. Asha knocked again, only a sound responded to the knock on the door.

"Come in," Sounds faint, but Asha is convinced it's the voice of Rendra, the secretary who always follows Arga everywhere. Asha opened the door slowly by lowering her head. The four eyes turned in unison toward the door.

There was Rendra who was standing next to the director.

"What's wrong?" ask Rendra.

"Sorry, my phone is missing. I'm sure my phone is left here. Because I've been here since,"

"Please look, but don't bother us" Rendra said, glancing at the sofa where the young woman had been sitting for a long time. Asha nodded. Arga who was sitting in his work chair did not comment anything just looking at it. Asha went straight to the sofa that had been sitting and eating.

Arga and Rendra continued to discuss something. Asha reached out on the sidelines of the sofa, just maybe getting into that crack. Then lowered his body. Looked under the table.

Where the hell, it's a cell phone...

"Give this to Sandra's financial section. Let him take care of the payment. Also don't forget to provide proof of payment to Mr. Tinus after making the payment." Arga gave the documents he had signed.

"Good." Rendra was about to leave the room when he saw Asha still looking for his cellphone.

"What about him, sir?" ask Rendra.

"Leave it." Rendra walked towards the door. Asha who is still looking for her mobile phone approaches Rendra.

"Excuse me. Can you please lend me your phone?" ask Asha to Rendra. The secretary twisted her body to look at the fig that called out her name.

"For what?"

"I want to call my phone. So it's easy to find it." Rendra looked at Asha closely. He reached into his pocket to grab his phone, but Arga's eyes signaled to immediately go finish his orders.

"I'm sorry, I have a job. Excuse me.." Rendra leaves Asha, who is disappointed not to be able to borrow the phone of her master's secretary. It can be easy to find that thing. Asha went back to look for that thing under the table.

"Not seen your phone yet?" ask Arga.

"Not yet sir. I'm still looking for him." Asha stood up from the squatting event below.

"Where is Paris?"

"Miss is downstairs waiting for me."

"How many numbers?" ask Arga.

"Yes?"

"I'll try calling your number. So you can find the phone through your ringtone" Arga explained. His eyes looked at the muttering Asha. Like negotiating with himself.

"good. I will write down my number," replied Asha at last.

"No. Just mention. I can't possibly intentionally hand this thing over to you." Aye! I was too confident in thinking. Asha began to mention her eleven digit number. Arga typed in and started trying to dial that number.

Asha squinted her eyes. Trying to sharpen his hearing. No ringtone sounds were heard. Asha was convinced that she had tuned in to a volume that could be heard if anyone called.

While trying to make a call, Arga's eyes looked at the woman in front of him who was thinning her lips in dismay as no ringtone was heard. He tried to search again on the sofa, near the drinking water dispenser then near the bookshelf but nil. No sounds were heard.

"Are you sure your phone's left here?" tanya Arga showed a doubtful face that Asha's memory was correct.

"Is it possible you're still dropping by somewhere else?"

"No sir. I went straight to this room. There was no one in this room. I'm the only one waiting for Miss Paris to go to the toilet." explained Asha rather long.

"When..are you hiding down there?" tanya Arga pointed to Asha's hiding place earlier with her chin. Asha's sense of vision rounded up in shock at being asked that question. Asha was nervous. The young master is charging himself at this time.

"E... Excuse me. I am not hiding. I was just." she tried to explain.

"When did you just eavesdrop on me and Chelsea? Or when I deliberately want to know what I'm talking about with Chelsea?" arga Urge.

Wasn't it! I didn't eavesdrop or intentionally listen, you guys were talking too loud. Asha was getting nervous.

"O. ti-no. I'm not eavesdropping. It's a misunderstanding. I-I was..," Asha became stammered at such a insistence. Asha became like a suspect who was interrogated and urged to confess. Although he could listen to the conversation between the two of them, but not the intention of Asha to eavesdrop, right? It's a misunderstanding

"Then? Why are you quiet and still hiding when me and Chelsea talk?" asked Arga like a joke, but the look in his eyes looked seriously at Asha from her seat. To this question Asha instantly fell silent and looked at her young master with both of her eyes twitching.

"You should show up and be able to stop our conversation. Not just listening in your hiding place," There was a faint frown on his forehead. He did not understand which way his young master spoke. Asha scratched her non-itchy forehead slowly.

How can I interrupt the conversation between you two, hey! I'm who... This young master always managed to make Asha go awry.

"I mean it," continued Arga again with a serious face but looks soft.

About? ask Asha in heart. Had Arga not been Asha's employer, she would have happily shouted, WHAT THE HELL?!

"You can stop me when you're with Chelsea. So I don't have to be alone with her," Asha just grimaced not understanding. Does Arga want to make Asha a bully between the two of them? Really funny.

Arga caught a faint smile laughing at him. This woman must have thought my words were a joke. He is so stupid and insensitive.

"What do you hear?" tanya Arga stopped her explanation.

"none. I didn't listen to anything."

"You didn't hear when Paris asked about how I felt about Chelsea?" This young master why the hell? Why discuss that with me.

"No, sir," replied Asha with a bow.

"alright.. I'll call your phone one more time." This time Asha heard the sound of a phone ringing at close range. Asha sharpened her ears as she drew closer to the sound. And... Asha stopped as it turned out that in front of her was a young master who was already standing before her.

Arga still put the phone near his ear. He's still calling Asha's number. And this woman is increasingly clearly able to hear the ringtone of her mobile phone.

"Why does my phone sound like it's out of your pocket, sir?" asha asked ventured and was astonished. But after asking that Asha was sorry. He forgot himself. Why talk like that. Isn't that impossible... Asha immediately lowered her head in fear of the angry young master.

"really?" arga's response was unexpected. He's not angry. Asha tried to look up a little. He was brave because the relaxed Arga respo was accused like that by his servant. His hand turned off the phone and put his hand in his pocket.

"That's my phone, sir!" pekik Asha was shocked. Why is the phone there? thought Asha.

"really?" asked Arga while raising one of his eyebrows. The laggards showed it seemed like he was on purpose.

Grp... This master is deliberately playing me. It turned out that as long as Asha searched, it had already been stored well there. In the pocket of his young master.

But Asha silently did not dare to ask because this time Arga looked at him sharply. It's mistaken! The one who was playing tricks on me was him, why am I being stared at like that!

"You didn't save my number on purpose, did you?" asked Arga to bring his body closer to the servant. Clearly this made Asha take a step back.

"No. Just not yet, sir."

"Why did you back off? Are you afraid I'm kissing you?" Asha looked up in shock. Arga smile. He intentionally.

"I just want to give you this phone." Arga handed the phone to Asha. But Asha was still doubtful. I don't know why Asha was afraid to come closer.

"I won't bite you" explained Arga with her nosy smile that made Asha doubtful. Arga swung the object to immediately take it from his hand. Asha gradually stretched out her hand and held the thing. But Arga did not release him immediately. This is a bad feeling!

"I won't bite you and kiss you. Not for today," A mischievous smile was painted again on Arga's lips that looked at Asha was widening her retinue of disbelief.

He's nuts!!