My servant, Asha

She's up

The curtains of the room were already open. To show the appearance of a man standing there. With a black t-shirt and shorts below his navy knee, he leaned against the pillar on the right. The man looked towards where Asha was doing her routine activities.

He is awake, Asha said inwardly.

Although it was discovered that he was looking at the window, Asha did not quickly throw her face. This young woman wanted to turn her gaze toward the laundry below - in the bucket - slowly. He's trying to be as fair as possible even if it's free. The male Netra on top of that, had already seen that this woman was watching her bedroom window.

Looking towards my room? What was he thinking when he looked at my room?

The woman was really worried. Even though I did want to meet her, I didn't expect to see her soon last night. But meeting such a moment was shocking. He is too unique.

Arga smiled as he continued to pay attention to the girl who was still drying the clothes. Then Arga picked up the phone he was holding. Pressing the button and bringing the phone closer to his hearing sense. Apparently he was trying to contact someone. After the waiting tone rang, there was finally a voice that received the call as well.

"Good morning, sir," said Rendra across the street. Arga was calling his secretary.

"Today I'm not going to the office. You don't have to go to work either. You can rest comfortably at home. We'll just start working the day after tomorrow. I'm so tired today. I'm sorry I was late to tell you because I can call you now" Arga said.

Yep. Arga just woke up and cleaned up. Then open the curtains until the sunlight can touch this private space. He also directly stood near this wide glass wall. This guy prefers this sunny morning to see the women down there first instead of calling Rendra.

"Good Sir. Thank you," replied Rendra who was already preparing to leave for work. This man is well dressed. He's already wearing his suit. Since he had to use the motor to get to Director Arga's house first because the office car was there, he deliberately prepared early. His hands are still staring at the phone screen. After sighing, then his feet invite the body to go to the bedroom.

Actually, he's tired too. But since today was an active day at work, he forced his body to rise from sleep and go to work. This holiday news was a lot of fun for him. He wants to sleep again. Completed the dream that had been cut earlier.

Different from Arga. Although she was also tired, she did not want to continue her sleep. He wants to wake up and enjoy the holidays. One of them by looking at him who is doing his routine work.

While drying clothes again, Asha had thought about last night.

Hopefully there's no continuation of last night. This could be a disaster. The young master did not seem to be working today. Means it's all day she'll look on, Asha makes a wish in her heart.

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In the kitchen, in the,

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"Paris, wake up your sister" said Mrs Wardah. Paris who had already finished her cutting activity looked at her bunda in confusion. He did not want to meet his brother. I'll see you later, but not this morning. It's too soon if it has to be this morning. Paris is not ready.

Last night sleep became not sound because of the same thoughts of his brother. Arga had made a wish to scold Paris, but because it was past midnight her brother abandoned his intention to scold her. But not not scolding, it will only delay anger. Which means that at any time Arga will scold Paris all out.

"He usually wakes up alone, doesn't he, Bun..." Paris meant to refuse with a subtle rejection.

"Maybe he's exhausted and can't get up in the morning. Just wake up" Mrs Wardah told Paris to wake Arga.

"I help Mommy wash the dishes," Paris immediately went to the sink next to Bik Sumi. Bik Sumi wants to wash furniture. So he stepped aside in place of Paris.

"Mother said I was told to practice being a good wife. It starts with washing the dishes first..." Paris is beginning to rule the situation. He said it with a charming smile. The reason this time was very good and heart touching.

"Mother understands but hurry to your sister's room. You're not sending your own mother to your sister's room, are you?" This is no ordinary question, Mother is bullying.

"All right.." Paris finally gave up and washed her hands. Asha came in from the back door. He was about to ask Bik Sumi for laundry. The face of Paris.

"Mother, I borrowed Asha first" said Paris happily and suddenly. Asha's eyes had widened and were about to reject Paris' invitation. He was traumatized by this young lady's invitation. Paris forced by pulling the arm of Asha. Now seeing Paris pull up the arm of her servant Asha, so the usual spectacle in this house. Asha is like a playmate for Paris.

With a heavy heart Asha set foot following Paris. Stand near the stairs to the second floor.

"What's wrong?" ask Asha was-was. Now come with Paris like a pandora box that when opened will make itself into a new and magical world.

"Aren't you okay?" ask Paris who looks very worried. Asha's anxiety is decreasing. The look on Paris's face said it solemnly, "Sister Arga didn't fire big brother right? He's not angry or how about the big brother, right?" Asha shakes.

"No, I'm fine." replied Asha. From the choice of answers given by Paris about the Young Master last night, maybe more precisely Asha can choose the third choice.

He's how to get to me. Giving his suit willingly to cover our dress that was very striking the tear earlier. Yeah, yeah, I haven't washed that suit. How can I take it without Rike knowing?

"Sister come with me..." Hearing this sentence was like lightning striking for Asha. Death calls that lead him down a path that creates a sensational and embarrassing event.

"No," Asha refused firmly with her hands firmly in front of her employer's daughter's face. No more strange things. Asha did not want to repeat such a thing again.

"I'm not going to take my sister out and make a fuss like yesterday. Oops.." Paris closed her own mouth because her voice was too loud to look around. Afraid someone would listen. "Come on.. I just took my sister to the second floor. Up," point Paris to the second floor. He has a need on the second floor.

"On your dress I can't return it now. It's still ripped, so... " Asha remembered the black dress that was torn apart last night.

"I'm not talking about that" Paris said, shaking her hand, "It's up to you to wear our shameful memory shirt. I'm just going to take sister upstairs" Asha looked at the second floor.

"It's not really a walk, is it?" asha said doubtfully. Paris shook her head, "But I still have to ask Bik Sumi for laundry." Asha still remembered her goal of getting into the kitchen earlier.

"Above there are. In my room there is still laundry. You can take it too." Finally Asha agreed to follow Paris up the stairs to the second floor. Chief Asha looking at the right and left felt very foreign. This is not the passageway to Paris's room!

"Where are we going? This is not the direction to your room," asked Asha as she passed through the hallway that Asha had never touched as a servant at the very back of her own. Paris did not answer. Put them both on the door of the room. Before knocking on the door, Paris stretched first. Asha looked in wonder at the strange behavior of her young lady. He's getting less and less calm.

"Why do stretches? We're not gonna break this door down, are we?" ask Asha worriedly. Paris shakes.

"Cannot be. I'll be beaten by Mother all out when I do it." Paris played his eyes and head calmly to make Asha believe.

"But what are you doing? It's like we're gonna fight. It's like we're going to face someone strong." Paris nodded.

Why does your head nod, young lady? What do we really want?!

All the behavior of the young miss made Asha panic with many shadows in her head. He became restless and agitated.