My servant, Asha

Emergency calls at night

Arga throws his body just like that on a hotel bed, after doing a review and dinner with important people in the city 'S'. He threw his back and let him rest for a moment. His arms were raised to cover his eyes. He wanted to close his eyes for a moment. It feels comfortable even though you still wear work clothes. She was indeed shedding her body without changing clothes just yet.

Arga has finished reviewing the entire development. He worked so hard today. This young master was eager to return home soon. The work that was supposed to be done tomorrow afternoon, tonight is done. Although not all, just a little stay, Arga can complete all the work. But it is a job that can be done quickly. Arga's eyes looked towards the watch in his hand, at 22:52 WIB.

Should have gone home still could. But Arga undoes the intention of feeling sorry for Rendra if he has to drive when he is also tired. Arga thought her secretary must have fallen asleep in her room as well.

After a few minutes of leisurely falling down, then he got up. With the position still sitting, Arga took off the watch and began unbuttoning his shirt one by one. Just bare-chested, her feet walking towards the bathroom to clean themselves up. Bathing with warm water feels comfortable in the body. The feeling of pain and fatigue becomes reduced.

What is Asha doing now... He must have slept. Probably not either. Because 10 o'clock ago he usually just spent his curfew. Maybe he just got home from playing. She still loves to play like Paris.

Arga's lips involuntarily smiled as he imagined the servant in his house. The unique servant that made him avert his eyes. Arga wants to call him right now. Listening again to the crisp sounding sound in his eardrum. But that's not possible. He would seem very inconsiderate if he forced a call at break time like this. Although it may be because he is the master.

After a long soak of warm water and cleaning himself he went out of the bathroom. Just wrapped in a towel around his waist that showed his sturdy and nice body, this man headed towards the place where his clothes were. While looking for a comfortable t-shirt, Arga styled his clothes into a bag. So that when the sun appears with its rays, he can immediately go home.

Arga's phone on the nightstand rings. Rendra's name appears on the screen. The person who thinks Arga is asleep is still awake.

"What's Rendra?"

"There was a call from the city police station 'J'," Rendra replied making Arga's eyes narrow and her forehead wrinkled faintly in surprise.

Police Station? What time is it?

Arga saw wall clock, 23.47 WIB. It's almost midnight. Arga felt this was not the right time to call except during an emergency. Worry began to strike, his chest rumbling from imagining bad things.

"What's Rendra about?" the question is urgent and impatient.

"Now Miss Paris is there, sir. I wasn't told what was up. The police ask you to go there immediately. Looks like it's important" Mata Arga boughtak.

A paris? It's almost midnight. What's that kid doing there? And why should it be there too?

"Since this sounds serious, call a family lawyer to get there right now. I don't think we can come soon because we're not in town 'J' right now" Arga ordered.

"Okay sir" replied Rendra.

"Don't tell this to Mom and Dad. It's just the three of us. I feel like this is something they shouldn't know,"

Arga rushes to get dressed and puts all the clothes in the bag regardless of the neatness. He wanted to get there immediately and see the state of his sister. Because Paris deliberately gave Rendra's phone number, it means that this is the thing that Paris wants to hide. If not, why tell Rendra who is far out of town? It is better to call Father or Mother who is located closer.

Arga thought of the many possibilities that led Paris to have to force her home to meet him at the police station late at night like this. When he finished, Arga rushed out of the room. Turns out Rendra was also ready to bring his bag. Actually coming home from work, Rendra had also arranged all her clothes to take home. He thinks the director wants to go home tonight, but he doesn't. Because of this problem, Arga's desire to go home tonight was finally achieved.

After completing the payment at check out the hotel, the two of them headed for the parking lot and immediately went home. The journey home takes an hour and a half. Because at night the streets are quiet until they can finally get to the city of 'J' maybe only one hour. But the car on the run felt very slow because Arga was anxious to think his sister was in the police station at this time.

"Dirga's lawyer is already there, sir. He will take care of everything without waiting for you to come" Rendra told me with a slight look back.

"good. Is there not a little Dirga talking about this?" ask Arga curiously.

"Dirga's lawyer only mentioned a little about the bodyguard who was with Miss Paris there. Mr. Dirga said you don't have to worry" explained Rendra again.

The bodyguard? Means Paris is with Angga, a house driver whose body is thick like a bodyguard. What's actually going on? Did Angga make a fuss?

Arga scowled his temple because he felt pain in his head. His eyes looked at the desolate and desolate streets. He hoped this car could go fast.

***

Arga immediately opened the car door just as Rendra managed to deflect this 'iron walk' into the office page of the city's POLRES 'J'. Accelerated his footsteps into the police station. Arga smiled politely as a policeman, who knew Arga's identity, greeted him kindly. Without asking he guided the steps of Arga and Rendra who could already catch up behind them, towards the room where Paris was there with Dirga.

This man in extremely white to pale complexion approached Arga first. This young but charismatic lawyer immediately explained in detail the subject matter. A Father of the police who was there also smiled respectfully welcoming the arrival of the Director of the leading company in the city of 'J'.

Arga's eyes looked at Paris with a half-down face still silent on top of her seat as she glanced at her newly arrived sister. And Arga's sense of sight was distracted by him sitting with Paris. Right next to his sister. All of Dirga's explanations regarding her sister began to faintly sound in Arga's eardrum.

Right now he was only focusing on that figure. Women with long hair that is currently being tied up, which is more often called ponytail. The girl who was still silent without looking back at all when she appeared, made Arga disguise all the people who were there. He just looked at the girl. And indeed only that figure was clearly reflected in his net. Arga is very poultice with the nape and neck that level. Especially from this side corner. Arga's face was stunned.

Why is he here too?

Without paying any heed to Dirga, Netra Arga continued to look at the girl. Dirga raised his eyebrows and both of his eyes blinked. Feeling that Arga, his friends and superiors are not paying attention to all the explanations. Then looked at Rendra who was next to Arga with a questioning look.

"He's not listening to me, is he?" Dirga was trying to find friends and witnesses that Arga was proven not to listen to the lawyer's explanation. Because he did not want the sometimes stiff man to blame him did not tell the subject of the problems that befell his beloved sister.

Rendra just nodded politely without saying anything. He understood why his master had not heard Dirga's lawyer's explanation seriously. He could not listen and see anything else at the moment. One thing has disturbed him.