My servant, Asha

Asha defends Arga

"Don't forget, give my number a name. I don't want you to mention a spate of names of men who make my head hurt. You know, that could also be one of the reasons I can fire you so quickly," Arga added, putting pressure on the word don't forget and men.

"Good sir." After the conversation over the phone stopped, Asha sighed like she had finished doing the exam. Rike who was still bowing his head to the side was confused to see Asha who no longer bent his body.

"ye, sudaaahhh.... Don't bend again. It's finished the show," Asha said, looking at her senior sister's innocence. Then force the body to stand up again. So she called her sister because she was younger than Asha, but she became a senior because she worked in this house first. So it's called senior sister. Hehe.

With a quick motion Asha touched the wet laundry in the basket and started drying. His movements are really shrewd. He's a washerman and sunburner who's got high flying hours. For years he has been in this field. Since the fourth grade elementary school until now he has been a washerman in his own house (washing his own clothes means). He is a pro washerman.

On the second floor, Arga was still in his place earlier with his hands in front of his chest. Raise eyebrows and smile. His eyes looked wow at the female servant down there.

It seems he was really scared of being fired by me. Is he stupid to feel desperate to not be able to get another job if he is fired from here? He is a very excited person.

Then Arga moved away from her bedroom window and prepared for the dining room.

"Bah... Ma'am Asha is very enthusiastic and sophisticated," praised Rike while looking at the amazement that does it like a machine. Until Rike no longer gets a part for this sunning job. Asha could really get the job done quickly and completely.

"Yes, I have another task I must go to immediately. I'm going first. Others please clean up by yourself... This is an emergency," Asha said excessively and then darted away to the kitchen.

"Your job's done, Sha?" ask Bik Sumi who saw Asha emerge from the back door. The head of this young lady nodded surely, who was directly in the same spotlight the eyes of the young master who seemed to have also just come. Paris was at the dinner table.

"Asha prepared food only. Put it on the dining table. They're ready for breakfast.  Let Bik Sumi wash the furniture," Madam gave the order.

"Yes, madam." Asha began to bring food in the kitchen to put on the dining table.

At the dining table Paris and Arga still seem to be struggling. For Arga, he can still act ordinary. But Paris seemed to reduce his speech. He still refused to talk to Arga. Mrs Wardah who is busy cooking is not paying attention that her two children do not get along today.

Although a wealthy Mistress of the Hendarto family, Mrs Wardah is still actively doing work in the kitchen. Often he himself cooks to eat all the inhabitants of the house. Bik Sumi or Asha only help clean furniture, arrange food and so on.

"Still off school?" ask Arga to his sister. Paris was silent not to answer while playing his phone. Arga looked at his sister. He understands Paris is still angry, but he does not want to prolong the problem. Asha who placed the meat soup vegetable on the table, glanced at the two brothers.

"Why don't you want to talk to my sister? Don't make things worse.." With the volume of a slow voice, Arga tried to approach her sister patiently. Paris is silent.

"Stop acting like that," Hearing this Paris instantly rose in blood and stared intently at her brother.

"Bun, yesterday there was Chelsea in Arga's room." Suddenly Chelsea complained to Mrs Wardah. Arga widened his eyes looking at his sister. Asha was shocked too. Even though he knew that Paris was going to complain, he thought Paris would complain about it secretly. Not so blatant as this.

Asha became uncomfortable already supporting the movement to complain Paris to the Mother. Bik Sumi is still cleaning up the waste from the cooking ingredients on the kitchen table.

"Yes?" ask Mrs Wardah who is not too able to hear because of the noise from the frying pan.

"Yesterday Arga's sister had lunch in her study in the office, same Chelsea," Paris repeated more and more complete without caring Arga who looked at her more sharply.

"Who? The si? Arga had lunch with Si? Who is Paris?" ask Mrs Wardah later. Since the food had finished cooking, Paris's voice was heard clearly.

"I had lunch with Asha" Arga said before Paris.

Huh huh? Me?The young master said my name? Could he be asking for my help right now? It's probable. Because he must have meant something when he told me to go straight to the dining room.

Paris looked at him with a fierce look. Then facing their mother again.

"No. He had lunch with..," Arga had already prepared the answer and reason. Paris is no longer able to be stopped. When the sentence has reached the base, Mother will definitely ask with anger and disappointment when the name is mentioned.

"With me Madam. Young master had lunch with me..." Suddenly Asha also talked. Both Arga and Paris were astonished. Bik Sumi frowned her brows which made her old brow skin even more wrinkled.

Paris snorting. Shock. Can't believe.

Wrongly? This isn't the answer?

Lothawat! This mouth is why it supports the words of the young master. Ouch, ignore, ignore. Suppose you are dreaming. Dreams, dreams and dreams.

"Sir Asha?" ask Paris not to believe it. He's disappointed.

Don't know, don't know. Just apply. It must be a nightmare in the morning. It's impossible to break, I'll work in the kitchen again.

"Lunch is the same lunch that was brought yesterday, Sha?" ask Mrs Wardah while smiling amusedly. Asha smiled forced to respond to the words of her master. Paris is still closing its eyes.

Arga who was just astonished Asha said like that, finally reviewing the smile on the foreskin on her lips. Actually he wanted to laugh, but did not want to let go when he let out his laughing voice. All it looks like is a smile that is held back.

"Paris call Dad" Mrs Wardah ordered.

"Well!! Daddyhh!!" call Paris without looking. He's pissed off. Because it can no longer digest well why Asha like that, Paris played the phone again after previously staring hard at Arga.

"Heiii.... Call that old man real. Call me!" Mrs Wardah started using the spatula improperly. He pointed to Paris with a spatula that was used to fry parchment because of the same sprain of Parisian behavior. Listen, Paris is pursing her lips.

"No need to call, Dad can come alone," said Father with thinning lips see the excitement in the morning. Paris is not usually like that. He's sulking.

Arga was still amazed by Asha's 'help' earlier.

***

"Big brother, Paris wants to talk." call Paris to call Asha to speak seriously. Asha screamed regretfully in her heart. But with a strong step he stepped to follow the foot of Paris towards the middle room.

"Hhhh.." Paris took a breath.

"Son, how the hell did you say that? I told you to report to your mother," Asha was silent. Arga who was about to go to work saw Asha in the adili Paris.

"Rendra, delay departure any minute. I still need to" Arga called Rendra who was waiting in front.

"Well" replied Rendra. Arga approached them both.

"Shouldn't be brother Asha defending brother Arga," protested Paris but still in a polite tone. Asha felt guilty.

"Paris, don't blame him on me." Seeing Arga appear there Paris glanced sharply and melengos. Arga glanced at Asha who did not see him because he just looked down.

"Pariss..," said Arga trying to get his sister's attention.

"What the hell?!" ask Paris upset.

"You still mad about Chelsea in my room?" Paris did not answer.

"Sorry, you don't care about your affection for your sister. Though brother has been hurt but still received Paris who came to visit." Paris slowly turned to Arga. Meanwhile Asha who was still lowered listened as well.

"Sister promised never to see Chelsea again if you also stopped scolding her." Arga's eyes once again glanced at the woman next to Paris. This time Paris really listened.

"That's impossible" sizzled Paris.

"Trust me, big brother spoke seriously."

"Now say so, but then come back," Paris throttled.

"No. Even if it needs to be the same, I'll tell you first." Paris looked at Arga who said solemnly. Look at that Paris is trying to believe.