My servant, Asha

Handsome guy in the market

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Asha and Paris so went to the market this morning. They did not invite Anggi, the driver who usually drove out of the house. Paris invites Asha to ride a matic motorbike. Since Paris had never been to the market at all, the affairs that the motor jockeys handed over to Asha.

This is the first time Paris has set foot in a traditional market. He just looked right, looked left with both hands in his jacket pocket. While Asha although not as smart as her mother to the market, but she had been to the market several times.

As people of the lower class it is impossible never to go to the traditional market, but different cases if you can buy at the nearest stalls. Or if you do not usually buy in a vegetable basket that is usually around, which is usually Javanese people call mlijo. Because Asha at the boarding house bought it at the mlijo.

Asha look at the vegetables that are leavened below with plastic or rice bags. While the young lady was silent. His hands were still in his pockets and only saw Asha bidding on vegetables by holding them. Paris handed over all the business to this market to Asha.

Even though he can't cook, it doesn't mean he never went to the market. He and his mother were often taken to the market first. So at least never know how to shop in a traditional market.

Paris mobile phone rings. There's an Arga name on the screen. Paris presses the accept button.

"Hello. What's up?"

"What meda? How's rame?"

"Again in the market."

"Markets? Are you getting rough again?" ask Arga not to be teased. Because he knew his sister would never go there. He thought his sister was going the wrong way.

"Ihh, no. I was indeed in the market again" grumbled Paris.

"that's weird." Click! Paris immediately pressed the stop chat button. Switching to video call. Arga received the video call.

"Why video call? I don't need to see your face" this time it was Arga who grumbled.

"I want to show you where I am" said Paris proudly. Arga tried to observe the susana behind Paris. Then Paris changed the front camera mode with the rear camera. Until Paris can show the atmosphere of a crowded market.

"You really are in the market... Tumben," said Arga amazed.

"Yes. I'm again on the same task, mother," replied Paris without changing the camera mode. Still wearing the rear camera mode that makes Paris invisible from the point of view of Arga, paris mobile cameras offer a dense view of the traditional market and provide the voices of traders and buyers who are unpretentious about bargaining. 

The camera rotates from the opposite direction, towards the back of Paris. Show the other side of the market and also... She was! Arga's retina finds a woman still wearing pants under the knee comfortable sitting holding a fish while showing it to the merchant. The woman is bargaining too.

"You're with Asha too?" asked Arga with a smile

"Yes," Then Paris turned the camera into a front-facing camera. So now Arga can only see his sister's face.

"Why did you move into your face?" ask Arga disappointed.

"Why?" ask Paris to challenge. He's nosy again.

"That's it.." Arga is not so discussed because it can be the length of the language.

"Asha," rebuked a person with a somewhat fattened stature. More pantes called bahenol. But because he is a man it is impossible to be called bahenol, right? Someone said her name, Asha looked over.

"Who, Paris?" asked Arga who was having breakfast asking for a voice just now. From there he could also hear the voices of others. It turns out there is a woman also who this time is more worthy of being called bahenol. Then they both hugged. Like I haven't seen each other in a long time. Paris who was again video call with her sister so look to Asha continues because of the interaction just now.

"I heard a male voice there," said Arga curiously.

"In the market there are indeed many people, brother Argaa.," Paris replied in an anxious tone.

"In the market all will call the name Asha easily?" This sentence is typical of Arga in the proclamation. He was obviously not happy with Paris' answer because he was sure to hear Asha's voice clearly. This man was very sure his eardrum was in excellent condition. It is impossible to hear wrong.

"Oh, who called the name of Asha's sister just now?" Paris looked towards Mas Sumar the owner of the Asha boarding house first. Who helped Asha get this job, "Yes, a man. The man is tall, his hair is dirty seger, his skin is tanned and his eyes are sharp. Cool," said Paris describe Mas Sumar in detail. That even detail did not show it was Mas Sumar at all. Because Sumar mas is short, chubby fat, her hair thin and her eyes belo. Very contrary to the visuals expressed in Paris.

"Who?" asked Arga squinted while eating her breakfast.

"Don't know. I can only tell you that. I don't know."

"I want to see the guy." Arga is still curious. Paris was confused to show the person he meant. Because it's just a Paris fantasy. He couldn't have found someone like that. He just said it.

"Before a moment" Then someone passed by slowly. Paris' retina widened when he saw the man's figure in accordance with the detailed explanation just now. There really is a guy like that.

"He." Paris changed the front camera to a rear camera, which allowed Arga to see the man who was meant by Paris. Because in greeting someone, the man looked to the side. Nice side to see. While keeping the phone safe, Paris tried to capture a picture of the man. He also tried to keep the man from knowing that he was in a video call chat.

The vision of Paris stared in amazement through the cellphone camera he held. Eyes sparkling. His lips smiled in admiration. The description described with the origin of his mouth actually materialized into reality.

Arga across there also felt shaken to see the good looks and goodness of the body. The man had clearly lured many women who saw him.

"It has. Close your handpdone. I'll get ready to go to work" Arga said at once. But Paris was still amazed by the figure of the man until the voice of his brother could not be heard. "Paris. Paris." Not getting an answer from her younger sister, Arga took the initiative to turn off the video call connection.

Asha's taste is good too. He's a handsome, cool guy. Who her?

Arga continued breakfast with thoughts drifting to Asha and the handsome man earlier.

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In the market,

Because Arga disconnected the video call connection, Paris who was looking at the man was shocked. Because the picture of the man automatically disappears. Paris snorted bitterly as Arga cut off the unilateral. Though he himself was complacent to the point of not hearing the voice of his brother who told to disconnect the video call.

As Paris looked up, her net was rubbed with the sharp eyes of the man. Yes, those eyes were looking towards Paris as well. Then his eyes were fixed on the handhpone held by Paris. After all, the girl's body movements showed like she was photographing someone, so the man felt disturbed. Paris is like a stalker girl following her idol.

With a quick movement Paris pulled the phone in his hand and immediately put it in the jacket pocket. Then turn your eyes in the other direction. Because see Asha is still there his feet step towards the karah of his servant. Just neutralizing the awkwardness of being caught red-handed is directing a mobile phone camera to a man who is not in the know.

The man's eyes did not stop looking at Paris. When Paris moved to where Asha was standing, those eyes still followed.

Asha who had been living alone shopping, was now shocked when Paris was next to her. Asha thought the young lady was going to help bargain or bring groceries. Apparently not. Paris was silent with her panicked face.

"Stay look over there brother," said Paris pointing at the vegetables below. Asha's forehead wrinkled. Why look at the vegetables. Asha already had no business with the vegetables or fish that were sold next to her.

"Hold down, brother, hang on." Pinta Paris is weird.

"Why the hell?" ask Asha who caught a strange gurgle. Paris tried to glance behind him if someone was no longer there. Not fully twisted, Paris could not freely see whether the man was still there or not.

"The sharp-eyed man, his hair is big and tall is it still behind us, sis?" ask Paris at last without looking back. Asha tried to find the figure expressed by Paris eloquently, "He wears a red shirt," added Paris.

"none. Why the hell?" asha asked still could not get a definite answer from her young lady. Paris finally dared to twist his body. After checking again, the man was no longer there.

"I was caught wet pointing my camera at him. I'm busted. Too shy to have to face to face," Asha thinned her lips.

So from earlier this lady was busy looking at men while she was shopping by herself. Hh.. This lady is indeed a sableng.

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