My servant, Asha

Still remember

Because of the behavior of her Young Master who makes Asha careless, this girl forgets that she has to go to Paris room to take dirty laundry. He was already downstairs. In the middle room.

If he wants to go back, he has to climb the stairs again. That's tiring. Given his lack of sleep, the more draining his energy that today does not have much stock.

Asha screeched in annoyance. However as this was work, Asha twisted her body and returned up the stairs. Forcing his feet to trace one by one the stairs that are now like a steep high hill.

Still carrying Arga's bag, the young woman headed for the second floor. Once on the second floor, he forgot to call Paris again to open the door to his room. There was no way he would just go in. That's not polite. Asha growled again in heart.

Asha looked back, where there were stairs there. If he goes down looking for Paris, he'll have to go through that again. Asha was tired.

From the direction of the corridor in front of him appeared Young Master. He's walking towards her. Squinting, Arga finds out what Asha is still standing there. Seeing that Asha panicked. Want to walk down Arga is close to the stairs. Going straight to Paris is impossible.

"It's still here?" ask Arga wonder. His eyes looked at the bag containing his dirty clothes still in Asha's hands. Although she did not want to, Asha still had to answer. After all he was his master.

"Yes," answered Asha short.

"There's still a need with me?" ask Arga. Those ugly eyes appeared again.

"No," Asha hurriedly replied as she pulled her body back. Arga smile. Asha's body fear on her really began to look adorable.

"alright... I want to go downstairs. Wanna come down with me?" tagar Arga while pointing at the stairs with his index finger. Asha replied with a headband. Actually he's worried. Ask for help or not. His lips became difficult to speak because other than him was the young master, because this man had already played tricks on him earlier.

"I came down, yeah" said Arga and turned her body towards the stairs.

"Wait," prevent Asha finally after gulping, making Arga's steps stop. Look back.

"What's wrong?" ask Arga from the second step.

"E... I. want to ask for help," Asha asked in disjointed words. He had to ask his master for help. Hearing the new request for help, Arga was interested. No servant dared to say a plea to her.

Without thinking again Arga wanted to climb the stairs again and stand right in front of Asha. Arga's nice body was towering perfectly.

"What's wrong?" asked Arga attentively. This young lady could already behave calmer than she had first met. This is progress for Asha.

"I want to take the laundry in the Parisian room. Since I haven't received a direct order from Mrs Wardah, I don't feel comfortable having to go into Paris' room alone," obviously Asha while occasionally looking towards Arga and looking towards the door of Paris room alternately.

"You're asking me to take you to Paris' room?" Asha nodded awkwardly. "So you want to be with me?" tanya Arga repeated Asha's question deliberately. Intending to tease this woman who began to look up to see the look on her face, as had been expected, that she would certainly not be that easy to help him.

"Yes. If you want to. Otherwise I will go downstairs calling Paris," Asha said unwillingly to extend the conversation with her Young Master. Arga tilted his head probing the line of Asha's face which began to sour. It was obvious that he was still upset by the matter in his room earlier.

"Yes come. I drove to Paris's room, "to which Arga immediately stopped making jokes because he began to see Asha leaving. Asha followed Arga's steps from behind, which led to her young miss's room. Arga's outstretched hand held the door handle and opened it wide for Asha. "Please.." said Arga welcome while playing his chin. Arga intended to just wait outside the room.

Asha stepped into the Paris room. But until in the room he remembered not being told where the dirty laundry of Paris was placed. But Asha did not give up immediately. First Asha walked to the side of the wardrobe. Where it is the most likely place to put dirty clothes.

"I don't know where Paris put the laundry," Asha replied with her face that somehow looked innocent. He thought again where Paris put his dirty clothes. It was like a treasure, the young lady put down dirty clothes. It's hard to find. Arga stepped in as well at last. Seeing Asha in trouble he was intending to help.

"Why come in?" asha asked suspiciously with a look of caution. His hands shuffled to form a protection on his body involuntarily. Things in Arga's room still haunt him. He's ready and on standby. Arga's eyes glanced and smiled half mockingly.

"Why do we have to protect ourselves? I'm not trying to play games with you." he said with a facial expression made as if he had no interest in Asha. Intentionally made so because it is impossible Arga reluctant to approach young women who if angry actually make him interested. He was just pretending not to.

"Maybe..," murmured Asha softly with obvious aggravation. Arga smiled inwardly. However he did not want to fulfill his wish of approaching Asha to play around. He did want to help Asha look for Paris' dirty clothes. Had it been in normal condition and in front of him was another servant instead of Asha, this helping act might not have existed. Arga prefers to scold Paris for making the housekeeper confused. He would not intend to go into his sister's room and took pains to find the worthless dirty clothes.

Like her tired self last night, Arga took the initiative to look in the same place as her. Near the bed. Because next to the bed there was nothing, Arga tried to squat down and look under the bed. Allegedly right. There was a basket with a low basin shape under the bed. Arga pulled the basket.

"You found him?" ask Asha the relief that is already near there. He was interested in approaching Arga because he saw he was doing something a little long by the bedside. Arga glanced at finding calmness in Asha's sentence. Not like that.

"Yes." Yeah." Arga started to stand up and lifted the basket. Giving to Asha who looks relieved to find what is in her way. Because if you don't see the work soon it won't be finished.

"Finally.. Thank you," said Asha who began to look relaxed.

"It seems you're starting to relax more towards me."

"No. I had to." Asha walked over to the exit.

"That means you weren't angry about that?" Asha stopped her steps and twisted her body. Looking up at Arga.

"There's no way I'm not angry. I still clearly remember your behavior," Asha growled furiously restrained.

"That's good," said Arga who made Asha's forehead shrivel faintly. Arga knew with a sense of wonder that was seen on the woman's face. "It's good that you remember that piece of the story. Remember well when I wanted to kiss you earlier."

Asha immediately twisted her body without any excuse. He had to immediately descend downwards otherwise the man in front of him would pounce on him. Arga followed Asha's steps out of the room. The girl's move was made as quickly as possible because she did not want to be trapped again in a situation that made her Young Master very dangerous.

Paris who wants to go up the stairs to go up to the second floor is not so. He turned to the sofa in front of the tv when he saw the new Asha coming down quickly and made a faint frown on his forehead. Also on the top floor Arga walked in the hallway slowly.

What did the two of them do in the room for such a long time?

Strange thoughts in his head. Then suddenly Paris flushed to herself with her strange thoughts. Soon he dispels away the allegations that make him misbehave himself. Shake his hand into the air. Then shook his head in disbelief at what he had just imagined.

After Asha descended Arga followed not far behind him. Paris saw the look of her brother's face cheerfully compared to Asha's face earlier. If Paris would usually ask a satirical question that was immediately answered with an original answer by her brother, now she refrains from doing so.

Arga is happy. Don't make him offend last night. Because Arga probably harbored his anger just because there was Asha. Arga turned his head to Paris who had long looked at him. Paris immediately turned her body and walked into the kitchen again.

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