My servant, Asha

Stain on shirt

Calling the young master first has its own challenges. Must be brave and strong pressure because the young master sometimes crazy appear.

"You called me because there was a call from me?" ask Arga repeating the reason Asha called him first. Is clear!

"Yes. Is there anything important I need to do?" ask Asha seriously.

"Why not wait for me to call you instead of calling me first" Nahhh. Here's the challenge. The young master was a god-level fad.

"Sorry," replied Asha taking the safe path. He was tired today too.

"You sound tired." Apparently this Young Master could find fatigue from Asha's voice.

Ja. I was bored from the market.

"I'm at work."

"Are you in a dumping ground?" tanya Arga understands if Asha says she's working. That girl must have been there. He remembered looking for the woman he met on the basketball court at night. At that time, when he found a girl was struggling to sunbathe with sweat and sweat that splashed around his neck.

If Asha knew, then somehow Arga was very relieved and happy to find his presence there. In a place that felt beautiful that morning.

"Yes. I'm having a hard time drying and calling you." There's a soft chuckle from Arga's lips. Asha's voice sounded annoyed. It signaled this young woman was actually in a state of being forced to call him because of the nine missed calls.

"That means you've been trying to call me even though you've been busy. I need to be flattered by your kindness. Since this busiest person had already taken the time to call me who had the most time to relax," Asha was sure it was innuendo. Asha.

"So what's the need, sir?" ask Asha again. Somehow Arga heard the word Master from the lips of the woman, feeling like he was being challenged.

"none. I just wanted to call you to hear your voice," Arga said honestly but to Asha it was like a very obvious fad there.

"O...," replied Asha flatly. This young woman is smart to break off one-sided chatter without any rejecting speech. When we just hear that answer, doesn't it mean that he doesn't want to talk to us? He replied like that then kept silent without asking any more. And Arga should be able to find another conversation for the conversation to continue.

"It looks like I should have a lot of stock questions and chat topics if I'm talking to you. Because if you answer my every question like that, our conversation will stop," Arga began to understand the nature of Asha slowly.

How could he talk so much. Doesn't as a servant have to keep his mouth shut to talk to his master.

Asha must maintain courtesy between the servant and his master. It's an unwritten ethic. Although Arga gave a strange flexibility that told him to be relaxed when chatting together. Calling you and me both. He called Arga by his lips. It was all done only because of the employer's orders. So too in Paris.

There was no way Asha would cross the line as a servant.

"So it's on the market?" tanya Arga finally had material for conversation. More precisely this was the real reason he called many times Asha's number. He did so by ringing the phone twice and then turning it off. Asha could not hear her cell phone ringing. That Arga did over and over again until a total of nine calls.

"Yes." Yeah." He knows all my positions. Frighteningly.

"Get a new assignment from Mommy huh..," he muttered, "Are you meeting someone at the market?" search Arga. This was the main reason he became restless when he saw the man Paris had shown him.

"Yes," answered Asha honestly. Arga already knows the answer.

"Do you know anyone I met while in that market?" ask Asha astonished.

"No." He certainly did not know the handsome man. Asha frowned. According to Mas Sumar, he was familiar with the Hendarto family. Hence it could help Asha enter as a servant without needing to ask much, due to the recommendation from Mas Sumar.

Suddenly there was a shout from someone behind Asha. Rike came in with a panic, while carrying a mint green shirt.

"Why that you!! That's what he often wears! Gawaattt," Because of panic Asha shouted and forgot the phone was still connected to the young master.

My clothes? A shirt? Which was? Arga was also thinking the same noisy screams of Rike and Asha. The shirt I always wear..

Arga imagines a shirt he wears most often. One, two, three, four... Finally appeared a green mint shirt that became the main choice when leaving for work. He wore that shirt not because he liked it, but it was Chelsea's gift. The lover he loved so much at the time.

Arga so sighed. It is not the anger or longing that he feels. It was just a foreign feeling that he had never thought of for the woman. Unspecial flat feeling. Arga begins to lose his love for his former fiancee.

"Mkbkk... How'this? The shirt's dirty again." Rike said it almost crying.

"Oh Ke, don't cry dong. Yes it has been washed again." said Asha to pity see Rike his eyes glazed over.

"Yes. Uh, did Asha call again? How the phone is on." point Rike to Asha's phone that lights up.

Oh gosh. Young master. I forget.

"Hello Mister, sorry. I ignore you," said Asha only realized. Then his hand waved. Tell Rike to wash the shirt again.

"Yes. You often ignore me."

"Sorry sir. There's something I have to do."

"Washing my shirt again yeah." guess Arga made Asha blink her eyes as if she was caught wet.

"You heard it yes... Excuse me. I will wash again until clean as usual," said Asha exaggerated. But that's understandable, it makes it wrong again.

"No need."

"But sir...,"

"I mean. You don't have to bother cleaning up my shirt. If you insist, wash as much as possible. But it's better not to" Arga said. Actually he doesn't care much anymore. The shirt feels ordinary. He doesn't wear it because he loves clothes like he loves Chelsea. It just becomes a habit that he does not realize.

"Thank you sir, you are so kind," Asha said unexpectedly.

"Am I not good?" ask Arga with seductive purpose.

"Sometimes..," muttered Asha softly, "Sorry I'll hang up the phone first. Isn't there something important anymore, sir? Sorry to bother you at work." Asha said hastening to stop the chat. Arga did not discuss Asha's words about him which he said were kind but sometimes.

You're intruding. You are disturbing my thoughts, Arga said inwardly with a smile.

"You done, Ren?" asked Arga who realized the existence of Rendra who was about to approach him, it was finished reviewing with Gilang.

"Already, sir," replied Rendra while bowing respectfully.

"Can we finish this one-day review immediately?" asked Arga while turning her body facing Rendra.

"Sorry, Sir. Can't do. There is still a lot you need to review," replied Rendra understand the Director wants to go home soon.