My servant, Asha

The brain is not sane

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Asha's chest so thumped loudly thinking of anything that could emerge from behind this door. His heart became ungodly. He had already intended not to follow this sableng lady when Paris started knocking on the door.

Geck! Geck! Paris finally knocked on the door.

"Sister! Brother Arga!" Call Paris to vent. Asha snorted to hear Paris speak the sacred name. Even though he had learned to try to be calm when he was caught staring at this Young Master's room from the drying place, it did not mean that he had dared to look directly after the incident in front of his bedroom door. The sound of feet stepping from inside.

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Asha is no longer able. He panicked and tried to run away. The door to the room opened first. Paris gasped at her sister's face. He subconsciously looked down in fear.

"What are you two doing?" asked Arga at the door that saw Paris and also the young woman who wanted to run away. Asha grimaced herself to be discovered again. Paris's hand lowered Asha's back many times while looking down. Asking Asha to turn around immediately because it was useless to run away.

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Aargh!! Paris cannot be trusted!! Asha screams in the heart. Asha slowly twisted her body without looking up. So the two of them were standing in front of Arga's room with their heads lowered.

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"B-Mother told me to wake up sister." said Paris stammering without daring to look. He's still down. Arga was silent. But he also did not leave. Paris is getting nervous. Asha experienced the same thing. He also had to duck down to show how sorry he was with the story last night. Arga's eyes looked at the two of them. Especially the cute girl from the clothesline.

Asha felt her nape itchy. His hands stretched out to scratch him slowly. Arga pulled her lips in a smile, feeling it was discovered that she was watching him.

"I'm sorry." said Paris at last. Arga still silently did not make any sound responding to the sentence Paris. This makes Paris dare not look up. "I'm sorry Paris... Paris admitted wrong."

Asha clenched her teeth very irritated. Arga. He seemed to understand that this young woman was upset. Surely the arrival of Asha is not because there is an order from Mother, but because of the invitation of Paris. Again. Arga.

"I still don't want to scold you for being tired. Keep your guilt at bay until I actually discuss this with the two of you," Arga said beginning to open her voice in a thick cold tone. The word both means meant for Paris and Asha. Means this Young Master will also judge him. Later. One moment. Welcome to the time of condemnation, Asha!

"Okay, sister" said Paris obeying her brother. Asha felt no need to say anything. He never had any intention of coming here himself. It's entrapment. Paris seemed to set him up.

"Go away. I'm already up. I didn't go to the office today. Tell Mommy," said Arga giving Paris the order. The head of Paris nodded. Then she looked at Asha inviting her to her room picking up dirty clothes.

"Leave him here. I have a job for him" Arga said, asking Paris to leave without Asha. Both Asha's eyes were closed in annoyance.

"It seems that Brother Asha has a job so I have to go alone because I also have a duty from brother Arga. When you're done, you can grab the dirty laundry in my own room. Or you can ask your sister to come into my room" Paris explained plainly without feeling guilty. Asha was silent in her place. "Yes, brother, I go down first" said Paris and then left.

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Whatever, whatever..... Just leave me both continue with the Young Master in the bedroom as well to be satisfied.

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He's really in residence again. By ourselves. Asha welcomed the departure of Paris with resentment and annoyance. Arga's eyeballs looked at the young lady in front of him who was slightly lowered.

"Come in. There's a lot of laundry inside" said Arga, bringing Asha into the room. This girl was surprised. During this time working at the Hendarto family home, he never entered the Young Master's room. This guy always shuts himself up when he's at home. The task of taking the laundry was never given to him even though he was a washerman.

Maybe it's Bik Sumi, the servant who once walked into the Young Master's room. Asha's feet stepped doubtfully. Especially with the attitude of the Young Master who is sometimes like a wild animal. His words came true. She would really be both inside this bedroom. Some words are prayer. So this is a prayer from you, Sha?

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"You still there?" rebuke Arga for Asha not coming in immediately. With an uncomfortable step Asha started to enter the room. He must obey, after all. Asha braced herself. His feet stepped into this man's bedroom slowly. His eyes were rolling throughout the room. Everything looks simple and neat. Big enough but not too much. Asha's head tilted and thinned lips in response to Young Master's tastes were very simple but pleasant to look at.

Arga who looked back, knew that the girl was observing her bedroom. He let the young lady explore this personal space with her sense of sight. Then he leaned over to pick up the bag containing his dirty clothes under the bed. Tired last night, he just put his bag in front of the nightstand next to the bed.

"Did you sleep well last night?" tanya Arga was still sitting squatting.

"Yes sir" replied Asha of origin. How can he be so good. By sleeping too late he finds it increasingly difficult to fall asleep which makes him more tired. He was still a little surprised by the incident.

"really? How lucky. Because I had a hard time falling asleep last night because I was still worried about someone" Arga said without looking over.

Asha only nodded upon hearing the story of her Young Master. He must respond well when the employer is telling a story. Whatever it is. Even if he doesn't understand. Asha's eyes looked at Arga who was still squatting because she was curious what her young master was doing. So when Arga started to stand up, Asha still looked at the man from her place. He who was shocked because his gaze was turning to the young master instantly lost his way.

"Seeing you didn't look shaken this morning because I was at the police station last night, my anxiety was reduced" Arga said with a warm smile. Asha's head returned to face the young master and looked at him with a hint of a glaring mind.

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No. gabe. I'm shaken. I never thought I would enter a police station by being escorted and interrogated. Isn't that embarrassing. It could be a disgrace to me and my family. But to be so shaken is really unnecessary. I don't have to overdo it when I've been saved. Although I was a little worried in the future, I could at least slightly believe that I was okay at the moment. Right, Young Master?

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"You don't look well, are you really okay?" suddenly Arga was already in front of Asha with outstretched hands about to touch her forehead. Asha's eyes bought and retreated spontaneously. He was shocked by the appearance of the Young Master in front of him. Real close.

"really. I'm okay." Asha opened her eyes to see that sturdy hand was about to touch her. Arga looked at the woman again. Lips smile. She remembers this woman often protecting herself from him.

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If there is a chance he is always looking for a gap to avoid. Shouldn't I give him a chance to dodge like last night?

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"I just want to check on you. Whether you have a fever or not. Your face turned bad just now. I thought you were sick," Arga said in an explanation and returned smiling warmly.

Asha so ventured to look up. He did not feel good to also regard the Young Master as such a ferocious beast that was ready to pounce. Though last night he had come to the police station to fulfill the request of the police officer even though it was not because of him. Also because it had kindly lent her suit to cover her dress that was torn because of accident.

Arga's hair that looks wet and irregularly disheveled really does not fade his handsome face. It actually increasingly gives a refreshing impression that cools. Presents another look from this man who is more often seen in his suit. The black-coloured shirt further confirmed the chest of his field. Also broad shoulders that seem strong and broad, as wide as the ocean looks cool. Like being able to hold a person's body when feeling anxious.

Surely the women who had been her lover had been in the chest of the field with the broad shoulders. It may feel comfortable in the firm and nice body.

"I didn't expect you to dare scan my body while you were in my room," Arga's reprimand made Asha blink a few times and realized that she had made a mistake. Asha's retina widens. The man's face was not angry, he smiled as if he had a new pleasure. This time Asha needed to turn her face quickly in the other direction. There was a red hue on his face.

Whats? No! Am I that sehina? Nooo! I didn't think I was that hot. What I saw. These eyes see where. Not civilized once. What is my brain doing too. I am not too happy to think about that. Even in the room of the man. Brain stress. The brain is not sane. It must be due to lack of sleep.

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