My servant, Asha

Valuables

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Asha tried to open the back door, but could not. His hands tried harder. Still can't. Asha quieted for a moment and then tried to open the back door again. Result nil. The door still won't open. Paris is also opening the door on the other side of the car. But the Young Miss was already able to enter because the door was unlocked.

Asha walked around taking the initiative towards the same door as Paris entered earlier. He's gonna get in the car through there.

"Eh, why is Asha's brother here?" ask Paris for wonder.

"Yes, I'll be with you" Asha said with a sweet smile. Paris nodded and shifted her body then Asha sat down comfortably. Arga who came later glanced back when he saw that the bench in front was still empty.

Asha purposely sat behind because other than no order having to sit in front, she was also reluctant.

"Why are you there?" ask Arga.

"I was accompanying Miss Paris," Asha said with a polite smile.

"Paris is not a child, so he should not be accompanied," Arga replied hearing Asha's reply. Paris glanced at Asha who was beside her. Then I saw his brother's face. It seemed like her elder brother wanted to sit down with Asha.

"Sit in front of me, brother," Paris finally told Asha to obey her brother's will. Damnit damnit! Asha nodded and then opened the door to exit and closed it.

Holding the front door handle and opening it. Before entering Asha bowed his body first to ask permission to enter. Asha felt that there was still a slight barrier around Young Master. Despite giving Asha the order to sit in front, the barrier that made Asha have to keep her distance is still there.

Then Asha threw her back on the car seat in a careful motion.

Paris is yawning in the back. Although it was not too late, the High School girl had already felt a very drowsiness. Though this child did not do extra heavy activities like Asha and Arga who had played basketball, but he already wanted to sleep.

"I'm gonna take a little nap. If you get home please wake up, Brother Asha?" Paris said with her red eyes.

"Yes" replied Asha while looking back. After Paris who had fallen asleep in the back seat, the atmosphere in the car returned silent.

"So great. I just saw that you're good at basketball" Arga started the conversation first without looking back at Asha. His eyes are still focused forward.

"Ah yes thank you. But I haven't been able to win from you, so I don't think it's great. Ordinary," said Asha.

"Yes, I stopped him all of a sudden." It turns out that Arga is aware that the one who stopped the game suddenly is him. I mean Asha so. "Among the three of them, who is the most familiar?" asked Arga again without looking to the side.

"Those who played basketball just now?" ask Asha to make sure. He was afraid of misunderstanding so it was better to ask first.

"Yes them. Is that Andre?" Call Arga try to guess first.

"I'm close to all of them. Because we are close friends. We're both often basketball man together. So there is nothing more special" explained Asha. Even if he uses the words me and you, but he still tries to be polite.

"You never intentionally go out alone with one of them?" asked Arga who made Asha frown. This strange question. Feeling interrogated but never doing anything wrong. Asha metasa was astonished but remained faithful to answer.

"meaning walks? No. gabe. I was too busy with work. I can't afford to." Asha replied with a slight dramatization apparently. Although the truth is like that. He spent more time working at Hendarto's house.

"I forgot that you're busier than me" Arga pulled the tip of her lips and raised her eyebrows. Asha poultice is the way her Young Master mocked. Pretty classy. But mocking remains mocking. Asha just scratched her neck slowly letting her master feel victorious.

"That key switch..," said Arga slowly. Asha looked to the side waiting for the continuation of Arga's sentence, "What if I can find it?" asked Arga while looking briefly at Asha.

"That's all?" tanya Arga always makes the questions difficult and always tests Asha's patience when she hears them. Asha could not answer. He's still negotiating with his brain. Find a polite sentence to answer that question.

"Yes," Oh my goodness, after thinking that the answer was that short.

"Don't you think it's a fancy thing?" ask Arga to guess.

"No. It's not a fancy but a precious thing." Asha's correction due to the luxurious and precious meaning was clearly different.

"Just the same," said Arga did not want to lose. His hand holding the steering wheel turned the car to the right.

"Not the same, sir. Luxury and precious are different." Arga turned his head to the side quickly as the lips spoke, Master said with a deep pressure. "Luxury is expensive. Precious is either expensive or cheap but what is felt is the meaning and memory of the item." Asha said it calmly but firmly. The gaze that looked towards Arga beside him seemed earnest in saying it.

"For me it looks the same. Whether the item is luxurious or valuable still looks the same, it means nothing to me. Because I don't care about that and also because I'm definitely not in that story" Arga replied with an explanation from the long Asha.

Nothing in the story? You are right sir. This is for sure. The main character is not you, but him. Which may no longer be what it used to be, it may even have forgotten my name and face. Pathetic, Asha sneered to herself.

"That means you found that stuff?" asha asked over the crystal box. Maybe what people see does look like ordinary items, or even look like junk because there is a crack and break in one of the elbows.

"Depends" answered Arga.

"Depends on what?" ask Asha astonished. Arga stopped the car on the left side of the road.

"What do you want to do with me?" arga asked excitedly as she turned to Asha with one of her arms leaning against the wheel of the car.

A poor man like me can do what with you, your majesty.

"Poor people never make offers like this" Asha quietly muttered. It was like muttering to himself while looking straight at the street in front of him. Unknowingly, the man beside her could hear her clearly.

Arga was surprised Asha said that. He threw his face towards the street in front. Feeling that she had spoken outside the boundaries made Asha feel uncomfortable. He who started this conversation himself, now stuck on an uncomfortable topic of conversation.

While starting the engine and running the car again, Arga grumbled feeling a misstep. Asha glanced in surprise seeing Arga growling and screeching. Again Asha felt this bad air. What other mistakes?

As a person who only works as a subordinate - precisely a housekeeper, aka a maid, their soul is always filled with fear of wrongdoing. Especially when he saw his employer a negative aura like this.

This fear is not excessive, not excessive. This is normal and natural for most people who work for a boss or employer. They are afraid of losing their jobs. Accidentally Asha yawned. His hand immediately moved to close his mouth so as not to gap while yawning.

Arga who looks ahead so noleh.

"You tired?" asked Arga tilting her head looking at Asha. Asha's hand moved wiping away the tears as it evaporated, with the back of her hand.

"Yes. Sorry," said Asha regretfully. Though the young master was inviting him to talk, but his eyes were already hot and felt weak to see clearly.

"Sleep" said Arga. This is impossible, Asha replied inwardly.

How could he sleep in the car while there was a young Master holding the wheel beside him. He did not want her to sleep, his mouth would snore or saliva could drip smoothly from the corner of his lips. It would be a disgrace to him in front of the young master. Asha felt unable to imagine such a disgrace unfolding everywhere.

"No. I'm fine." replied Asha with a smile and did not forget to bow. He let himself try to resist the sleepiness. Arga no longer discussed the stupid toy that trapped him saying that made Asha uncomfortable.

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