My servant, Asha

Paris is wrong

"Why point the camera at that person?" ask Asha astonished. He already knows the high level of Parisian obsolescence, but he still wants to know why Paris did it.

"Sir Arga called," replied Paris explaining just a little. Arga. The name so appeared again in the flash of Asha's shadow. Although Paris' answer was strange, but Asha let in without asking again. Already mentioning Arga's name, this girl chose to retreat.

Asha felt something vibrate in her pants pocket. Someone is calling him. Not too long Asha reached into the phone from the pocket, the ringing of the phone stopped. When looking at the call list, there are five times missed calls from the same number. It belongs to the young master. Arga Hendarto's.

People still want to terrorize too, even though it is already outside the city.

But Asha was alert. It might be like the time of the Chakra. He knew the young master was out of town, apparently still at home. He also found out that he was sending a fake chat saying he wanted to sleep, but he did not. Asha's head looked right and left.

"Why Brother?" This time Paris was astonished to see the behavior of his servants.

"Son, you're not really home, are you? It's out of town today, isn't it?" cerca Asha feared her estimates were wrong.

"Yes. Isn't Asha's sister told?" ask Paris while occasionally looking around also maybe there is a man in a red shirt.

"Yes sih.. Just make sure," Finally Asha was relieved. But so the same thought five times the missed call belonged to his young master. His ears were completely insensitive to the phone. Since the person was not around, the alarm for the young master was broken.

"Still buy these more vegetables, brother?" ask Paris between disappointment and relief. Relieved at last to be free from shopping duties. Disappointed, until this moment the man was invisible. Paris wants to see you again.

"There's still a lot," Asha said in fact growled. The young lady did not take the initiative to learn shopping, just busy looking around. The materials to be purchased are still lacking. Must buy pakcoy, corn, carrots... Asha read again the inscription from Mrs Wardah.

"I'll see... From there I learned it. I have already been shopping at the market. I'll just practice if I tell mom again." Paris was smart to make a shitty excuse go undercover.

I know you're just arguing, miss. You and your brother are more or less similar. You guys are brothers.

Asha thinned her lips to hear the words of the young lady. But since Asha was a servant, she must have with open arms accepted the additional work that the employer gave her.

Asha's feet stepped again down the lined merchants. One by one the materials were found. And finally all gathered. If this task will not want Paris to help. Because of the quite a lot of groceries Paris was forced to bring shopping crackles as well.

"Haduuhh.. know this we ngajak Angga. It's a torture of his name," whined Paris so wanted to meet the driver of the house while forcing his body to carry heavy groceries. Who proposed to bring a motor? Asha was silent and did not reply with a comment on the whining of this High School girl.

Seeing someone carrying heavy groceries, the rickshawman who deliberately 'picked up the ball' came to the passengers, offering his rickshaw services. By coming this way they can indeed quickly get passengers. Instead of having to wait while sitting in the becaknya seat, there are some people who offer directly by visiting passengers.

As a passenger who is carrying a lot of groceries often immediately agree. Because they can also serve is helped bring the goods.

"Mbak's tricycles?" ask a father to offer his services. Asha shook her head while smiling kindly. Paris just looked. The father nodded in understanding and passed looking for the other passengers.

"Is there anything like that, brother?" ask Paris.

"Yes. Even though it's just their pedicab there's competition as well" Asha explained as a mentor to Paris. Their feet finally reached the parking lot. Where the motorcycle perched there. Paris quickened his legs to get to his bike soon. His hands were already hot due to the weight of the load on the crackle bag he was carrying.

But not so because my brother is sitting there parking. Paris placed a heavy grocery crackle right next to his bike. Sighing heavily. Also trying to catch your breath has gone a long way in the market located in the middle of the city.

Seeing that someone was approaching, the tiptoed parking elder brother was startled while looking back and immediately stood up. Paris was shocked when he saw the parking lot brother. Red t-shirt, fabulous hair, why Paris can forget the figure that made him wrong earlier.

Asha came later. Look up and pay attention to the attitude of Paris so like that again. Wrong attitude. His hand scratched his head with a grimace. A man was standing in front of him. On the other side of the bike.

"Eh, yes," Paris regained consciousness and placed the groceries onto the motorcycle's footwear. Fortunately, I brought a matic motorbike. The man in the red shirt stepped aside as Asha politely nodded. He moved to the motorbike next door.

"You want help?" the haggard man politely saw Asha having trouble lifting and arranging the groceries.

"Can," Asha replied with a happy smile. There's free help. Just okay.. Paris noticed the man arranging the heavy groceries.

"It is," he said as he shifted away from the motorcycle. Permit Asha to ride her bike.

"Thank you, yeah." Pyuh... Asha glanced at the groceries piled up on the motorcycle. Asha reached into the banknote from his pocket, "See me, you give to the parking brother, Paris..," Asha's hand stretched out five thousand to Paris. Half connected equally, Paris received and gave money to the man's red t-shirt.

The red shirt's male eyeball was widened staring at a piece of money five thousand in the hands of Paris. Then turned to look up to look at Paris which still holds shame considering the incident earlier. I don't think he's smiling. Paris did not expect to see a smile.

"The money is more powerful. There was no change" he said, leaving a smile on the tip of his lips. He refused to accept the five thousand. Paris turned her body and head to face Asha.

"So, no small money?" ask Paris. Asha shakes.

"How do you pay for parking?" paris asked excessively, making Asha raise her eyebrows.

Which employer is this anyway? Why did he even ask me? That was the groceries. Want to love everyone or whatever it is up to him.

Looks like Paris is getting the wrong attitude because of the smile just now. Asha just realized the same man. Tall guy, fabulous hair, and sharp eyes. Maybe this is the guy that Paris meant. As he pointed the camera like a stalker towards her.

"It's up to you, Paris" replied Asha.

"Here you are," Paris even copy paste the sentence Asha while handing over the five thousand money earlier. This kid seems to be so nervous that he says so.

"Whatever? Whatever I mean?" ask the man as if he is confused. Paris nodded. The man shook his head. He insisted on not accepting. Wahh.abang parking lot full of establishment. Not because the change was only a little so he was reluctant to take along with the change. Free maybe.

"Keep parking me how? Don't have to pay?" ask Paris urgently. The man smiled.

"It's not. You just give it to the mas," point it at the mas-mas with a parking syringe around his neck. The eyes of Paris are wide. Asha blinked then smiled amusedly. He realized something.

"Sorry, I ate rice at the stall. Hungry because. The mama hasn't paid yet... A thousand mbak" said the mas-mas wearing the hat grimaced. The parking lot was left alone because he was eating at the front stall of the parking lot. Paris freezes. He pulled out his hand which was holding the five thousand money slowly.

Now the wrong behavior is so. His shame is increasing. That man is not a parking lot. He just sat on his motorcycle.

"I'm sorry mas..," said Asha while nodding politely. The man smiled and nodded slowly. They both thought wrongly.

"It's okay mbak. By the way his sister is funny," he said with a smile and glanced at Paris. Asha also took a glance towards Paris who immediately climbed on the bike. Paris has already given a barricade. He refused to talk to the man. He was embarrassed twice. So right now he wants to go home.

"Come, brother, go home. Hurry..," urged Paris gaunt. Asha's phone rang again which caused a shiver in her pants pocket.

But Paris who was already sitting behind him lowered Asha's shoulders many times to hurry. This employer... If it's an important phone how dong! Sablen!