My servant, Asha

Pleasant aroma

After Arga broke up from Chelsea there were no more women to look close to him. Either Arga is reluctant or indeed no one approached him because sometimes he looks stiff.

Chelsea is the only woman at the highest level, as a fiancee. Arga is not too often alone with women but it is the lowest point Arga in love affairs. He was left out when he was convinced Chelsea were the right person to go to the next level.

Arga is a kind man. Although sometimes - not, but often - annoying to Paris, he knows Arga is just a prank. He can also change 180 degrees when there are people who disturb his family. But to himself, Arga did not care much.

Paris is feeling pity. Especially when Arga saw Chelsea together with Evan - his best friend - Arga just silent. Seeing from the excitement and attitude of the two of them who are friendly it is clear Chelsea cheated. He's not angry. According to Paris he should have come to Evan and beat him up. Minimal punches at the temple..

Arga is not. He just let them both. According to him, if indeed Chelsea had dared to cheat with others, it means he was willing to be left by him. That's why Arga just silenced it. So Paris was eager to beat them both up but it wasn't done out of respect for her brother's decision. It was very desirable for Paris to pull the wavy hair of Chelsea that made it more sexy it was to the point of disheveled.

Paris saw the two of them - Arga and Asha - shut each other's mouths. The atmosphere is very quiet. If Paris usually talk a lot and ask this. But after seeing his brother's strange behavior he became not free as well. Moreover, he felt isolated alone in the back. They are not talking alone either.

"It sounds like a grave" paris chirped.

"If you want to shout, just shout," said Arga Ngasal while still focusing on the front. Paris smiles. He wanted to know what his beloved sister was thinking.

"Why didn't you get out of town?" tanya Paris who was immediately given a soft nod by Asha unconsciously. He was already rejoicing when he thought Arga was already outside the city. It turned out that the young master was still wandering around his house, even following him when Asha was about to come out with Cakra.

"There is still a need here" replied Arga briefly.

"Job, what else?" search Paris.

"various needs. Why are you so much more, bayikk...?" arga protests.

"Wind tahuuu... Just ordinary. This is not an official interrogation. So just relax." said Paris knew Arga so not free too.

"Truly, where are we going?" Asha realized again that today he invited Cakra to fulfill his promise to feed the children. But if you see more and more members who will participate in the meal, he will be more immersed in the lack of savings.

Throwing away small cats can even be Persian cats and herder dogs. Rejecting Rike even got young master and young miss. Where they must be reluctant to eat cheap. Asha remembered the time in the town square. Arga wants to eat corn rice, meaning he also wants cheap food. It's heartening.

Cakra did take him to the town square. There's a lot of cheap food. Actually Asha who guides Cakra to be bought food there. He also added frills to be invited to play basketball from eating there. The chakras that basketball maniacs will certainly not miss this opportunity. Asha rarely wants to play basketball.

"City square?" asked Paris in surprise when the car had stopped in the parking lot. Fortunately, Paris was wearing casual clothes. So very comfortable while in this place.

"For stowaways don't comment or protest much. Because we've been kind enough not to take you by putting your body in the trunk" Arga said. The corner of Paris' lips twitched which meant she sneered.

We were? Huh, lizard...

Asha smiled - more precisely grimacing - feeling bad for her young miss due to Arga's innuendo.

"OKAY. No problem," Paris responded calmly. It's pretty quiet here. But it is normal because it is not a weekend.

"Yes." Yeah." This time Asha answered.

"Who's the brother?" Paris asked Asha.

"Cakra." Paris nodded his head. Then his gaze led to Asha who looked more fresh with her appearance this time. She still carries her trendy style. It looks a little arbitrary on its own but it looks interesting because this servant sister looks cool. In addition to the attitude of Asha who is basically cute looks fun.

"Come," invited Arga who somehow became like the host who guided his guests. That promise is Asha. Finally Asha just came along without giving a clue. He also became like a trailing guest behind Arga and Paris. I don't know why it's such a line.

Like in order according to who is the strongest. Arga, Paris and last but not least their servant, Asha. Hahahaa.. for the sequence of walking alone is arranged like this. The low caste is behind itself. For the imperial family to be ahead to lead. That's how it is.

Asha was obviously reluctant to have to walk parallel to them. Indeed, it seems Asha is excessive when thinking a waiter should be behind, but if he had to repeat the placement as in the car earlier he was very unwilling. How can the servant be in front while his master is behind. If he is a reasonable driver. It is impossible for the driver to be in the back seat...

Arga turned his body and looked back. It turned out that Paris was walking right behind him. Since then he thought the person behind him was Asha, apparently not.

"What's wrong?" asked Paris who was astonished to see Arga stop.

"No," answered Arga but with eyes looking back, towards the young woman who looked busy and fun to squeeze the phone screen with enthusiasm. Duk! Not looking ahead and focusing only on the thing he was holding, Asha smashed into the chest of the young master who was fielding.

Asha's eyes glared and retreated away from that masculine-scented body. He was very surprised. The alarm went off too late. His hands immediately dangled down to be ready and let his phone hear strange sounds. Arga glanced at the object he held in his right hand.

The woman's head slightly lowered to hide her surprise. From the side it appears that Asha is rubbing his eyes.

"Your hair is a mess" Arga said. Without being told, Asha understood and could see for sure there were some children with hair dangling before her eyes. Blushing his eyes mercilessly even though he had already lowered his head.

Then his next hand that was not grasping anything stretched out upwards, touching his front hair that was a little messy due to the collision earlier. Fix the hair in a hurry. It was bold he did because his master's sentence was like he was telling him to do that.

Arga's eyes were still looking at him who was looking down and tidying up his hair. Paris smiled in amusement seeing Asha who was nervous about accidentally bumping into her brother.

"Paris, you walk ahead, let me be at the back" Arga ordered Paris to stop his laughter.

"Why am I the way ahead? It's not like my brother has a plan. It doesn't matter, but where can I be a guide," argued Paris. Because it is not a rebuttal like the usual attitude of Paris. It's true. This girl until now has not understood where she is going. His feet just follow the steps of Arga in front of him.

"Alright, Asha walks beside me and you behind," said Arga, increasingly making her sister look in wonder and buy her eyes.

Why take care of such a small thing. She's ill. My brother's getting mentally ill. Is it because I forbid him to meet Chelsea? Oh, don't be.

A moment ago and even a moment Asha could inhale the scent of that body. The invoking masculine scent touched his sense of smell. And at this moment he was still reminded of that pleasant scent. Not Arga, but someone else.