My servant, Asha

The curtain

In the morning Mrs Wardah came out of her bedroom after cleaning herself. Hendarto's father had been on the road this morning with Mr. Sunjaya. When looking from the big window of the middle room there was a silver car in the front yard. Madame Wardah opened the middle room door and called Pak Yus who happened to pass by.

"Sir Yus!" call Mrs Wardah. Pak Yus stopped and looked. Mrs Wardah waved. The man who had two children approached his master.

"What's the matter, ma'am?"

"Anga has come home, yes... How come there's an office car that Rendra often carries, his secretary?" asked Mrs Wardah while pointing to a versatile minivan type car in silver. Mr. Yus also turned to the car for a moment.

"Yes. Last night the Young Master came" replied Mr. Yus.

"Saying just came home later in the afternoon, but now it's here." murmured Mrs Wardah. "Yes, sir." then Mrs Wardah headed to the kitchen. There he was shocked by the existence of Paris. The girl was already in the kitchen helping Buk Sumi cut the vegetables.

"What's this about? Why was your daughter in the kitchen before you?" mrs Wardah asked raising stunned eyebrows with her daughter. Bik Sumi smiled as she felt strange about the young lady. Mrs Wardah can see from both eyes.

"Help Bik Sumi," Paris replied, looking up and looking at her mother and continuing to cut vegetables. Mrs Wardah thinned her lips to receive her daughter's answer. Staring in wonder as he continued walking towards Bik Sumi who had started cooking.

"Your brother's out of town, huh?" ask Mrs Wardah. Paris immediately gasped in shock and her eyes widened at the question.

"I-iya Bun," answered Paris. Madame Wardah and Bik Sumi glanced in wonder. Mrs Wardah's chin was raised asking about her daughter's strange behavior to Bik Sumi. Bik Sumi's head shook his head not knowing.

Since last night, Paris has not seen her sister again. Because he came home in a separate car, he didn't know what it was going on. Arga still hasn't resolved his anger about last night. The older brother still harbored his anger that would somehow explode.

Paris continued to help without speaking and always looked down. He let out a voice only when he wanted to ask and answer Mother's question. Paris is waiting for the atomic bomb to explode. He's constantly worried about last night. He must be able to take Mother's heart if he does not want her to be a cold and cruel scary monster when he hears the story.

Seeing Mother's expression, Paris felt her brother had not told her. Moreover, this morning he had not met at all with the loyal servant who accompanied him last night. The head of Paris looking to the left right might have seen the nose of his servant brother who went crazy like him at the nightclub.

"His birthday party was last night in Paris?" ask Mrs Wardah to make Paris buy again. His body was tense.

"Yes Bun." Paris is again broken.

"Why are you Paris?" ask Mrs Wardah at last.

"No. It's okay," Paris shook her head strongly which was precisely suspicious.

"You're so weird," Mrs Wardah who started concocting spices for her cooking looked straight at Paris. This made this girl feel even more desperate. Finally, he looked down and cut more and more. Last night's party was great. It is even more lively and lively than a party. Last night it was an action drama that presented decent fighting skills. Paris struggled to remember the super duper embarrassing incident.

Sandra can't be trusted...

Watch out for you Sandraaa.....

In front of the door of the room the servant Asha yawned. He is also very sleepy. How many hours he could sleep. That's not enough. But as a worker in this house it is impossible this morning he is still under the covers. He bent his body against the cold that still felt this morning and rested his body after fighting last night.

Asha looked up. In the large window of the bedroom belonged to the Young Master. The mint green color is still covered. It seems like Young Master has not woken up from his sleep. He must be very tired. After a trip from out of town he still has to come to the police station at midnight.

He must still be asleep, Asha muttered inwardly.

His feet went into the laundry room. Rike's already there washing clothes. Don't imagine a waiter washing by hand on a washing board. This is a modern era that mostly uses washing machines. Wealthy families like the Hendarto family. In this room there are two front loading washing machines in clean white. Rike grinded the dirty clothes that were handed over just like Bik Sumi.

It's just to dry still use the traditional way. That is drying in the drying place so that it is exposed to enough sunlight. So there is no need to wear a dryer that is in the washing machine. Exposure to sunburn can also kill germs that nest.

"Mr Asha came home at what time last night? When I woke up and went to the restroom, my brother's bed was still empty" asked Rike who saw Asha's appearance. Asha's face was still lethargic.

"Night. Forgetting what time," replied Asha approaching to the washing machine.  Then take the laundry that has been milled in the washing machine tube. Rike put the bucket near the feet of Asha to make it easier to place the laundry that will be in the sun.

"Tock night? Shouldn't ten o'clock be home, mbak?" Rike suspected.

"I nemenin young lady. So forced to go home at night," Rike nodded in understanding.

"Young Master has come?" ask Rike.

"Looks.." Asha replied indistinctly. He wants people to be ignorant of the most embarrassing events of his life. It's Aib! Dangerous problems that could fade his career later. It is also very painful to hear that his daughter is in the police station because she was caught rioting. Even if it is with the employer. The housefather doesn't know Asha's work. This young woman hid it.

"But it doesn't seem to wake up yet... The curtains of his room are not open yet. Tumben once yes, mbak.." Rike commented. Asha is just a mangosteen while occasionally bending over putting the laundry on the brown tin. After seeing no more laundry in the washing machine tube, Asha closed the washing machine from the plastic. Then bring the bucket filled with laundry outside.

Chief Asha looked up again. Towards the second floor. The curtain is still tightly closed. There is no movement there at all. It was still the same as Asha getting into the laundry room. Maybe because from outside the city his young master did not go to work.

Asha carried the heavy bucket alone. Because Rike finished his second session laundry. Because his body was still tired and in all pain, he walked with a slight lethargy. Sometimes his flip flops come off his feet. Make him have to stop for a moment while carrying the heavy bucket, to put again the foot on the strap of his flip-flops and then walk again.

Finally Asha managed to bring the bucket containing wet laundry at the destination. Put it on the ground and breathe. Track your waist and stretch for a while. There were sounds coming from his bones. Then straighten both hands up. Pulling as hard as his hands that make his body feel quite good.

As usual Asha tied her hair up all with the origin so as not to interfere with the work so as to form a funny flap. Because a lot of kids have hair coming out. Asha mesingsing her white color shirt sleeves. So it shows his small but dense arm that forms a basin on his arm. Both of his arms looked like a mound. Looks really strong and cool. That's because Asha often does push-ups. Asha's small but dense body, it does look fit.

After that, Asha took the laundry and dried it one by one. His head looked back at the big window. He still wanted to know if the curtain was still closed or not. The curtain was opened, revealing a man standing there. With a black t-shirt and navy-colored shorts below the knee he leaned against the pillar on the one on the right.