My servant, Asha

Memories

Asha could still remember Arga's masculine scent when she accidentally hit him. The scent of a man and the fragrant perfume that blend into one make a distinctive masculine scent. The aroma reminded Asha of someone who could still be seen clearly when Asha's eyes closed.

"What are you doing?" arga's reprimand made those glimpses of the past erased. In front of him appeared again the handsome young master with his sturdy body was staring with his two eyeballs. The body was so close that Asha had to retreat. Arga's hand tugged at Asha's shoulder in order not to retreat. It definitely made Asha shocked.

"We go there, to Cakra's place. Don't walk in the back, I can't see you" said Arga who finally made Asha let the hand touch her. Chief Asha nodded in understanding. Well, as a young master it was obvious he wanted to always keep an eye on his servant.

"Stop the strange sounds from your phone" Arga pointed to the thing he left unattended because he was surprised to hit Arga's body. This young woman immediately regained consciousness and brought the phone in front of her chest with both hands. Then touch the button to stop the game. Apparently he's playing a game. Then put the phone into his waist bag.

The three of them started to step up again. This time Asha is next to Arga. While Paris walked behind following them.

"Your hair is still a mess, tuh," Arga's hand stretched out to touch Asha's front hair that suddenly just sticking out onto the antennae kayak. Maybe his hair knew, the owner was unable to move freely because he was next to the young master.

"I can tidy up myself," said Asha who refused. Arga pulled back her hand that was about to tidy up Asha's hair. Paris only sighed as she watched the magical interaction of Arga and Asha from behind. After finishing tidying up her hair, Asha tried to research to the side. In the direction of Arga who looked ahead.

"Why look around? Admired me?" ask Arga narcissistic while looking at Asha. But because Asha immediately lowered her head while thinning her lips in anger, she looked ahead again.

Hmh! Very nice pede brother. You're handsome, too, but that's not what I need to look at you carefully.

"No. I'm gonna ask you a question." Asha said it carefully. Arga glanced, "The room key you gave me, was there a crystal-like clear box?" Arga drew her eyes and tried to remember.

"Why?" ask Arga.

"Anu... If there is, where is it now, right? I want to ask him back." Asha looked up at the young master's reaction. The man was silent while trying to think something.

"important?" asked Arga while raising her eyebrows.

"Not really.." Asha shook her head slowly.

"If it doesn't matter, you don't have to look for stuff like that anymore..." Still with the action that does not want to know, Arga even gave a bad solution.

Kamu... It sucks!

"It doesn't matter, but I need it" Asha said firmly and seriously. Arga tried to read the look on that face.

"Make what?" Arga still asked. Again and long-winded. Asha growled. I want to scratch that handsome face. His talk circled and annoyed Asha.

"To be made a key toy, so that the key is not lost again," replied Asha while trying to remain polite despite being upset soaring high in the crown.

"Buy the new one." Asha snorted at the behavior of this annoying young master.

Anybody, please take this shitty guy! whining Asha in the heart.

"That thing may be someone's gift" chirped Paris who was anxious to hear her brother pull a thread about the object. Wanting his hand to snap at her brother's head and shout, "Quick hand over the thing!" Asha turned her head with a faint smile as Paris spelled it out correctly.

Fellow women, Paris knows the habits of women. When I heard Asha 'mistribute' about the missing key toy, definitely not the price in question. Unless there's a memory in that thing. Women have sentimental nature like that. Men sometimes don't understand. They think it's not important.

Hearing the words of Paris, Arga's eyebrows intertwined, "The thing does not exist. I don't know," Finally Arga answered with certainty the question related to the thing that Asha was looking for. The head of this young lady tilted while thinking again. Why did you suddenly say there was nothing?

Paris gawked her sister behaved like that hearing her explanation earlier. Does your sister feel dislike for that reason? Seeing this Paris made the decision to walk himself in line with Asha's steps. Paris' hand grabbed Asha's arm and hugged her.

"We go together" pinta Paris with a smile that even though made up but there is honestly also. Than to walk alone. Paris glanced at her brother who was on the right side of Asha. Arga's eyes also glanced briefly at Paris' hand holding Asha's arm and then looked forward again.

"OK," Asha smiled in agreement. Asha's relationship with her employer's son who had looked tenuous because of Asha's defense to Arga now looks good again. Their feet step up to the goal, which is a basketball court where Cakra waits who is not alone. The trio of geblks are gathering.

"So you wanna play basketball? No eating or anything?" ask Paris disappointed. Because he can't play basketball. Paris had been thinking things through because her sister suddenly told Asha to get into her car. Just two. Paris who have a lot of free time to take time to follow them both. Wanted to know the continuation about her brother and Asha.

"I never said I'd take you. So don't blame me if you're disappointed that we're just going to the basketball court" Arga said, not wanting to know his sister's disappointment. Lips Paris manyun. Cakra waved his hand welcoming the arrival of the three of them.

"The more crowded you are" Cakra smiled happily. Andre and Deni just waved to Arga and Paris without coming closer. If Cakra is happy because many people, otherwise for Asha is not. If many people like this spending will also be a lot. Asha pushed Cakra's body away from the crowd. Arga's eyes looked at the woman's hand carefully.

Feeling no longer in the circle of the employer group, Asha looked at Cakra with a sharp gaze. He began to interrogate.

"Why did you tell Arga to come out with me?" hiss Asha was very upset. Seeing the look on Asha's upset face, Cakra tried to calm down.

"Silent... Don't get carried away by emotions."

"How can I not be emotional. Do you realize that she is my employer? How can I be free if there is him?" Asha bought an eye with a screech.

"I'm sorry... He wants to take me out, but I have an appointment with you. So I said we'd come here. I can't resist for no reason" Cakra defended herself. Asha continued to grit her teeth from the scourge. A free curfew that should be completely free now no longer exists. How could he be free if there was a young master and his nona were in front of him.

Arga approached which instantly made Asha maintain a stance. He did not continue the chatter that led to the reprimand to Cakra. His busy hand pointing to Cakra's chest immediately came to a quick halt.

"This lady wants to take us to eat where, Ca?" tanya Arga pointed to Asha. Chief Asha looked the other way.

Noooo!! Don't ask for food. With this many people will make me always choke when eating, because thinking about the cost of spending.

"It doesn't seem to be. He's not in the mood to buy us food" Cakra said. Asha did not answer. Indeed indeed!

The meal plan fell due to ineligibility. It exceeds the quota. Asha strongly disagrees with the treaty quota violation. They were just playing basketball.

Asha and Paris sat on the edge of the basketball court. Sitting down.

"So we're here as spectators, right?" grouse Paris. Asha smiles not good. Then look towards the basketball court. Where his young master was playing with a trio of geblks.

"He, does he play basketball often?" asha asked unclearly.

"Who?" ask Paris without looking. To call him 'He' is very much, because they are four people.

"Anu... Young master," Asha was so awkward to mention Arga's name when talking to Paris. He had never mentioned just the name Arga in front of others. Considering she was a servant, it was very inappropriate to hear people who knew the relationship of Asha and Arga were only servants and masters.

"For the moment, no. He prefers to crouch in his room during office holidays. If it used to be fitting my sister's school is good, but it seems like she will often play basketball again, and also not always in her room. He would love to surround the house happily" Paris said with a meaningful glance. Asha listened carefully as she occasionally looked at the field where her young master was playing.

But Asha so wonder why young master likes to surround the house happily?