My servant, Asha

Arga's worried

It all happened because of misunderstanding. Everything is resolved, because there really is nothing. Sandra and her sister had gone home first. It was Sandra's call. Actually Biema, the director of the largest textile company, wants to wait for the arrival of the Paris family. But Sandra forced to go home immediately for fear of chaos.

It was also because of the drama Sandra and her sister who made Paris with her helper soul want to help her best friend body and soul. While Asha felt the need to protect her employer also advanced without much consideration.

They managed to get out of the police station about two and a half hours. In front of the car in the parking lot.. Paris, Asha and Angga still speak a thousand languages. This was their first experience of being inside a police station as suspects and interrogated. Paris is no longer a tourist. Angga and Asha continued to bow.

"Because it's over, I can go home, right?" ask Dirga who has explained all the events completely to Arga.

"Please" said Arga.

"Whoaammmmw.... " Dirga yawns, "Paris is amazing. Tonight I plan to sleep in the afternoon but it doesn't seem to be allowed. Because Paris needs me more than my siesta" Dirga said. But Paris chose silence rather than commenting on Dirga's sentence. At the moment that looks cheerful only Dirga. Because it can solve the problems with the Nugraha family.

But for the three of them still have to face Arga. For Rendra, he was like that. He was silent because of his habits.

"It seems like I really should go home soon," said Dirga as she raised her eyebrows and realized the atmosphere was not possible. "I'll go home first." said Dirga. Asha and Angga bowed respectfully. Rendra nodded. Arga just raised his hand.

"Thank you."

"okay."

After Dirga was all still there. No one dared to get in the car because Arga did not give any orders. They're waiting for the order. Arga wants to be angry and punish Paris right now, but seeing the clock on the watch is already very night, Arga undoes his intentions. He also has a conscience. Moreover, Rendra who was forced to follow him at the police station even though he had been driving since.

"Rendra, you're in Angga's car. I'm sure you're very tired. Let Angga take you home." Rendra breathed a sigh of relief. He was so glad he didn't have to drive anymore.

"Good sir. Thank ye. I took my bag first in the car," Arga nodded. Rendra walked open the car door and picked up the bag containing her clothes. Then hand the car keys to Arga.

"Paris also got into Angga's car. I can't punish you right now" said Arga cracking his teeth in fury. "You can go home first" continued Arga. Paris just nodded obeying her brother's orders and walked towards the car in the follow Angga who accelerated his footsteps because Rendra was ready to get in the car. No rebuttal, no unclear murmur. All the mouths were silent and only followed the instructions of Arga.

Because of the tension created, they forgot to let Asha who was linking her fingers because of anxiety. Why is his name not mentioned? But Asha did not want to think anything. He's tired enough. All were glued to their respective minds while doing the command.

Angga's car finally drove away. Asha actually saw Angga's car leave sadly. They left Asha alone with Arga. Asha's confused face now looks awkward because there is no one else there.

Brigadier Neptu emerged from the front door of the police station and found Arga still there with the woman.

"Hey, Arga!" the man who was just plain dressed. Tops made of collared shirts and knee-length denim shorts. Arga, who had been looking at Asha, was distracted by the tall figure.

Asha looked up and was surprised to see the man in the nightclub who turned out to be a police officer. Also surprised to see them seem close.

"Why is it still here? Is it not finished?" neptu asked to see Arga who was there.

"It has. Just haven't come home yet,"

"I didn't think it was your sister" Neptu said solemnly. He knows Paris less.

"Yes. He's my little naughty brother."

"He, bodyguard?" ask Arga back.

"Yes. He and your brother did a great job at the club last night. He was so desperate to protect your sister. They're compact. Even tore off her party dress at the same time. They're compatible." This sentence has many meanings. Compliments exist. There are also throws. Asha only needed to growl in her heart out of embarrassment.

It's Paris! Which makes him willing to go crazy.

"Good action, even if the story is wrong," Neptu gave Asha a thumbs up. This made Asha even more embarrassed. He's down again. Arga was silent and only looked towards the young woman. "I'll stay." said Neptu and left.

Once again, Asha was alone. Arga sighed while looking towards Asha. Due to her shock and incomprehension that still needs to understand this incident first, Arga did not notice that this girl's dress was torn to the knees. To show the skin of his thighs. Means the story of Neptu a cop who is none other than his friend is true. When looking down, he was also barefoot.

So what does the bodyguard mean by Asha?

"Are you okay?" asked Arga asking Asha. The young woman nodded. Right now his body is fine even though it looks apprehensive. Just imagine her party dress getting torn, and she's not wearing footwear. That is his heart and his feelings. The first time he was interrogated at the police station, he was never on the Asha ideals list book. Never at all. Even when she was crazy though, Asha never thought of visiting the police station with the status of a suspected ringleader.

Arga still looked at him with a questioning look. Because it continues to be looked at like that, Asha chose to bow again.

"Hhh... What the hell are you doing?" ask Arga riled. Asha scratched her nape. This man was anxious to see the state of Asha. Then his hand opened the suit and approached the young woman. Seeing her Young Master approaching, Asha looked up. The two netra Arga looked at Asha's face whose eyes were twitching because their bodies were too close.

Without a warning Arga bent his body slightly. Asha's eyes bought and his body stiffened when he saw his master wrap his arms to reach the suit that was worn on Asha's waist so that the smooth thigh skin was covered.

"You are really anxious" whispered Arga raucously in Asha's ear. The sound that goes into the eardrum makes Asha more frozen. He could do nothing more than let his young master tie a knot with the end of his suit sleeve. The night air is very cold. Of course being outdoors by wearing such clothes and barefoot makes the body very shivering.

"Come in the car with me. Your feet are getting frozen if they don't get in right away" Arga said later. Asha's feet stepped with a little tiptoe because the floor of the parking lot that was already in the paving felt increasingly cold. Makes Asha want to get to the car.

"Sit in front," Arga commands expressionlessly. Asha nodded. Eventually they both got in the car. The cold air is reduced.

"What the fuck is that dress. Very sexy and vulgar. Why do you have to wear such an unworthy shirt?" asked Arga a little cold when he was running the car. Asha silently did not answer. Arga looks angry.

Anyone who wants to wear a dress like this. This is Paris' idea. And for the sake of protecting him I also had the unpleasant impact.

"Did Paris tell you to wear that?" asked Arga again still in a gripping cold tone.

"Yes." Yeah." Silent and gripping atmosphere. Asha who has made a mistake increasingly feels threatened by the existence of those who are just two. Moreover, Arga was just silent on the way to the house. Asha felt claustrophobic and could not move. The room in the narrow car was pressing on Asha even more.

"I'm sorry for causing trouble" Asha said, breaking the silence. The feeling exploded to force him to apologize. Asha's head lowered while facing Arga. Suddenly Arga turned the car over to the edge and stopped.

Why quit?! asha asked in panic. His head turned to the right to the left. Arga's gaze was still ahead with both hands still holding the wheel. After thinking for a moment, then he glanced at Asha.

"Seeing you inside the precinct made me anxious and worried. What's wrong with you. Especially seeing you in this dress. I don't know why I'm so angry." Asha was silent but not calm. But he could not look the other way. Asha was stunned to see her Young Master.

"I really wanted to scold you, but I said it. Seeing you is okay I feel relieved. I don't have to scold you anymore." I don't know why the air in the car feels warmer than it was.