My servant, Asha

Anonymous

On the ground floor, Paris repeatedly breathed restless, tired and wanted to catch up with Asha upstairs. He couldn't stand having to wait here long. But it was not because he did not want to see his brother again. He's still mad at Arga. So he had to be patient waiting for his servant brother to appear by himself.

"So long brother, I can plastered here and grew a lot of moss," exclaimed Paris hyperbola when from the elevator door appeared Asha. Asha's lips only showed a smile without showing her nervousness and annoyance due to the words of her crazy young master. In the elevator, he was grumbling because he was alone.

"Yes," answered Asha briefly.

"Have you called Anggi?" ask Paris to remind. Because of their purpose earlier asked to pick up Anggi, the employer's house driver.

"It has. He's coming soon." Asha immediately called as she walked out of the young master's room.

"Sister didn't ask me?" paris wants to know.

"Yes, the master asked. Where you are, so the question is,"

"just that? What else is my brother doing?"

Specially? hmmm.he intimidated me with his amazing words that made me disbelieve. He is like a wild animal that has not eaten for a long time. He's like the devil who will call for his curse every time when you're off guard. Intentions speak like that but Asha could not dismantle it.

"Nothing." This answer just slid easily from his mouth.

"Basar Kak Arga's. Huh..," Paris snorted and sneered meant to scorn her brother.

"Old dude?"

"Yes.. I searched for a phone that was very difficult to find," replied Asha.

Yeah, that's all I have to say.

Shortly after waiting, Angga called that he was in front of the building. They can finally go home. And Asha was able to rest her body which became very tired from the nervousness and tension in Arga's room.

Asha thought again about her young master.

There are no words in the brain other than kiss and kiss? The young master was so perverted that his callousness was just kissing and biting.

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There was a tone of incoming messages heard from Asha's mobile phone. He who again finished the laundry sowing was confused while his hands were still wet. Without a care Asha wiped her hands onto the cargo pants with a length below the knees of the army green she wore this morning. Then Asha grabbed the phone in her pants pocket.. Bik Sumi had already come from her house so Asha did not have to go to the kitchen in a hurry. It was so much fun, Asha was able to return to the wash she loved.

"Morning." A morning greeting through the inbound chat application on Asha's mobile phone.

Who yeah? How is there no name? Then he's not someone I know. Ignore.

"You still haven't given my number a name?" ask the anonymous person who sent the message again. Perhaps because Asha did not reply immediately, the anonymous realized that Asha did not know who the person who was there then he sent another message.

Who the hell is he? Asha knitted her eyebrows while looking at her mobile phone. Asha did not reply to the anonymous chat but put it in her pocket again. Then continue his work.

After a few minutes it rang. This time it wasn't a message coming in, but someone was calling. So Asha needed to wipe her hands again and reached for the phone from her pocket.

It's still the same number as before. Asha tries to let but as the meaning continues Asha finally accepts the nameless caller.

"Hello good morning," greeted Asha with a voice made as friendly as possible.

"So this is how you sound when you hear it on the phone? I just found out. It's so crispy." Huh huh? A male? Asha distanced to the mobile phone screen.

This is who the hell. Very dreadful. Crispy? A biscuit? Rempeyek? If it's crunchy, why hasn't anyone told me that? Huhhhhh...

Asha. Thinking hard who made that sentence that made his body creep.

"I'm human so don't have that face." Heh? He can estimate the look on my face?

"Why mbak?" tanya Rike who was drying clothes with Asha was surprised to see her coworkers put on a fickle facial expression. As fast as lightning Asha instantly put her index finger to the front of her lips. Indicates that Rike should calm down. He must be vigilant because he does not know for sure who the person who is calling him is.

"Who is? I don't know who you are."

"Hey, Asha. You really can't recognize my voice?" Wow, her voice is sounding more and more beautiful and pleasant. Especially when I say my name. Asha changed her mind. Not her crisp voice, but this man's beautiful voice. Looks like this guy has a pretty face.

"It... The chakras?" guess Asha. This is the person he'd met the last time.

"No," replied anonymous there flat.

"Andre?"

"No," the anonymous replied there began to rise in blood. It sounds from his tone.

"Lukar, Diko, Bimo, Rega, Satya, Relly..," Asha mentioned the names of the men she knew and felt capable of making such a good sound as well as the origin when it had not occurred to whom.

"You deliberately want to show yourself in the likes of a lot of men?" The voice at the other end sounded really upset by the mention just now. Asha.

How dare this guy. It's wrong to play guessing. Tell dong who he is.

"Look up!" his orders made Asha suddenly feel anxious and anxious. His hair suddenly stood up and gave him goosebumps. He felt a strong pressure from somewhere. Right, that pressure is coming from inside this house.

"Look at the second floor where I am," This sentence made Asha's anxiety even worse. Both of his eyes closed for a moment while growling inwardly. Slowly, Asha twisted her body and looked up, to the second floor. Towards the large window facing where he stood.

Gluey! Asha gulped when she saw her young master looking at her with a mobile phone clasped near her ear.

"You can find me?" tanya Arga put on the face of an employer who would scold his employees.

"I-iya, sir," replied Asha weakened then bowed politely. He met again with the young master who was there. In his room. With her work clothes. Clean white work shirt.

"Why haven't you given me a name on my number?" tanya Arga was still in the room while monitoring Asha.

"No, sir, yet" replied Asha with a bow and also bring the phone closer to the ear.

"Well, you're busier than me" Asha knew it was a mockery. That's scorn. This young master was indeed easy to change his mood. Asha doesn't care.

"Sorry sir," replied Asha who still bowed many times politely to show that she was serious about apologizing to her master even though her master was far away on the second floor.

"Is there a young master, ma'am Asha?" ask Rike.

"Yes" replied Asha who made Rike who was with him bowed to find out that there was a young master watching them.

Arga mobile phone connection is still connected with Asha below. His eyes were still looking at the woman from inside his bedroom.

"Why did Asha bow so many times?" rike asked confusedly looking at Asha who was bowing many times.

"I have other business. Hey, why are you bending over so many times?" asked Asha who was shocked and astonished to see Rike also do it.

"I'll follow mbak. If I'm scared, let alone me. Means I also have to pay my respects many times to master," Rike said without reducing the volume of his voice, so Arga could hear Rike's voice.

"So you're afraid of me?" reprimand Arga with a tone that Asha could already imagine. There must be a scary grin there. Arga became aware of Asha and Rike's conversation just now.. Oh, NO!! Asha was confused to answer.

"Why not answer?"

"I, yes Sir," replied Asha nervously.

"I'm so scary, that you're scared like that? Or because you always make mistakes?"

Nooo.. You really made my mouth shut, sir. If men like Cakra and others who make me dizzy because of complicated conversations I must immediately throw with this laundry. And I make sure it's on target. But because of this you sir, I am silent while trembling and upset. So please understand... Asha lowered her head and nagged inwardly.

"Just finish your work in the back and get to the kitchen, 'cause I'm gonna have breakfast there."

Asha remained silent.

"What are you doing? You don't want to get fired by me, do you?" threatening Arga made Asha surprised.

"Good, sir."