My servant, Asha

Call Paris

Hours before Paris and Asha were at the police station.

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"Follow me, yes." whispered Paris about six more as Asha passed by in the living room. Asha frowned and paled while holding a tray of used to bring green tea to Madame Wardah. Then raise the chin. Meant to ask about the Paris invitation just now. "There's.. Brother should come with me anyway." Asha did not understand and then headed to the kitchen. Put the tray on the plate rack.

"Ouch!" pekik Asha was surprised to find Paris was already behind him. Apparently he followed Asha's feet all the way to the kitchen. Paris is just smirking. "What's wrong?" ask Asha.

"Sister quickly change clothes. Or brother come with me to the room ...," Paris pulled the arm of Asha forcibly to follow him. Asha did not rebel and refused. His body has been pulled by Paris' hands.

"Apartmentary Paris... Give me an explanation first," Asha protested while still following her young lady to the top floor. The great lord and Madam who were in the middle room. Staring in wonder with both of their eyes widened.

"Why Paris?" asked Hendarto's father who was watching the news on tv. His hand sipped the fresh tea that had been made by their servant who was being forcibly pulled by his daughter. Asha with her hands in Paris's hands, bowing respectfully while smiling towards her two masters, "For the sake of playing with Asha apparently," he added.

"Yes. Wherever Asha continues in ajakin. Though his age will be above Paris," Mrs Wardah commented while lifting her legs up on the sofa because the weather was cold tonight.

Paris still pulled Asha's body up the second floor. Keep stepping towards the room of the high school girl.

"Where are we really going?" ask Asha after being able to escape the clutches of Paris.

"Party" answered Paris meaningfully.

"What?" asked Asha with a reluctant face.

"Never been in a party?" tanya Paris frowned. Asha smiled. When he was in school, the party he called was Wera's birthday party. Dining at a cafe on campus. Trus came home at ten o'clock.

"My friend Sandra's no party. Brother must accompany me, so that rame can be added," said Paris, raising his eyebrows. According to this girl, if Sandra were to hold a party, it would be fun. Paris deliberately took out all her party dress collection. Which spot is good. "Which good?" tanya Paris was confused to see a pile of clothes on the bed.

"Which is black," said Asha of origin. Paris observes and then thaws.

"okay too. Huh!" Paris brought the shirt to Asha's front. "Sister wear this."

"Me?" asha asked in astonishment while holding the black colored dress.

"Yes. I'll take Asha's brother back again" Paris replied without looking. He was also looking for clothes that suited him. Asha spread the clothes that Paris handed over. Next to his eyes narrowed. A very mini party dress.

There's no way I'm wearing this dress. Asha grimaced imagining herself wearing that super sexy party dress.

"Nahh, I'm just wearing this." Paris found a dress that suited her. Not a very tight mini dress like the one Paris gave to Asha, but a forwarding dress along the bottom of the knee.

"I don't want to wear this mini-dress. I don't want to go either" Asha said. Paris started to change her clothes.

"Son should come along, period!" the word Paris compels.

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Actually, the party was held in a cafe like Asha celebrating Wera's birthday at that time. But the party changes when Sandra invites him to a nightclub. The daughter of the owner of this textile company wants to have fun like an adult. Departing earlier Paris only wear clothes that are usually worn when out with his friends. But immediately changed into a real party dress when going to the nightclub. Her choice of Paris fell on a blue black dress. And Asha stays on the black color.

Asha is still shocked to find herself at a teenage party held at a nightclub. Also his clothes were very uncomfortable. At 10:35 WIB they just got here. He felt sorry for following the son of the master of this sableng.

"Paris, this is a nightclub," Asha inget while throwing a glance towards the club room that is rame with visitors. Although this is not a Weekend but this club has come at this hour.

Inside there are many women dressed sexy like people partying. Asha did not think that Sandra was still in High School. Because of the girl's body that bongsor. The food menu may be very complete. So the body of his employer's friend grew rapidly. It is precisely Asha who looks more like school children, because her body can not stand out prominently on the chest and buttocks.

"How much money do you have, how can you get into a nightclub?" search Asha quietly while approaching Paris.

"Eighteen years, less a little." Paris said it with the smile of the little boy who was stealing food on the table. Asha had guessed. "Sister is an adult so it's okay to enter the club..," said Paris, patting Asha on the shoulder as if she was a boy of her age.

Sableng nih son indeed.

Asha let Paris join the people at the club. While he sat together with Angga. Where can he monitor the mistress.

"Don't get drunk, Ga. I can't drive, '" inget Asha when Angga intends to order drinks. This thick-bodied man turned out to be about the same age as Asha. Means he is younger than young master dong. It's just that since his body is big, he looks more like an om-om.

"I just ordered cola. Drinks like this can make you drunk," said Angga showed a large glass of cola dark brown color. Asha's eyes glanced. That's just cola. "You are often with the lady" said Angga, throwing a glance at the lady who was partying, then held up a glass and gulped down her cola.

"Forced..," Asha sipped a red fizzy drink.

"If you get caught by Madam how, Sha?" ask Angga worried.

"No idea" answered Asha.

"I thought I'd be told to take you between places. It's here." Angga widened his eyes when he said this place.

"You think I knew I'd be brought to this place too?" tanya Asha repeated the scene that Angga had done earlier. Spreading eyes and expression as if they just found out.

"Miss Paris is indeed a bit sableng..," hiss Angga while sipping the cola again. Asha nodded in agreement.

"But the lady is actually her heart is kind" Asha said later. Angga.

"On that matter, all of the great Lord's families are indeed good." Two workers who serve the Hendarto family, both admit that this rich family is indeed good. "You are also like a young lady if you dress like this," praised Angga seeing Asha dressed similar to her nona. Asha shook Angga's eyes while grumbling furiously. Angga laughing. Suddenly Angga squirmed. Holding his stomach wrapped around.

"Why Ga?" ask Asha astonished. Anga grimaces sick.

"My stomach hurts," Angga complained while still holding her stomach.

"Idihhhh... What did you eat? Eat a lot for sure.."

"Know this. Sick right."

"Go there!" drive Asha away while grimacing in horror. Even though his body is thick, his heart is hello kitty. Stomach pain report. He did not maintain his self-image at all in front of Asha. Perhaps because both workers in the Hendarto family home, Angga considers Asha like his own family. Angga sped up the toilet. Asha smiled amusedly as she saw Angga leaving with a grimace enduring the pain.

Finally Asha sat alone at the bar table. At that moment someone approached. Sit on the seat left by Angga and order a drink. Asha who has issued a mobile phone is fun tinkering without caring about the surroundings.

After getting his order, the man looked to the side. Looking at Asha and asking, "Alone?" ask the man politely. Asha paled and nodded, "Our fate is the same," he said with a faint smile. A smile broke his heart like that. If you think again, Asha is not alone. Because in asked suddenly, spontaneously he answered yes with a nod. He was with Paris and Angga. But since he was currently sitting alone he did consider himself to be alone again.

The male's eyes glanced towards the Asha glass containing the pink-colored drink. He knew it was just soda. This signifies that the woman beside him is a rookie in the nightclub.

The night is getting late. Angga ask permission to rest in the car via mobile phone. Paris still parties by sitting and chatting like an established woman. Lagak tuh anak's..

Asha was still sitting in front of the bar table that was getting more and more people, accompanied by an unknown man beside her. Seeing Asha who had not been disturbed by his arrival or others, the man was precisely the one who felt disturbed. Sometimes his eyes looked to the side to see the woman who had been at home since not moving from her seat.

Paris who was partying on the dance floor seemed to be in a fight with someone. Asha tried to pay attention from her seat.