My servant, Asha

Arga Bag

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Asha who entered through the middle room door to the kitchen, got special attention from Mrs Wardah. Not because of anything, but because Mrs Wardah saw the bag that the maid was carrying. Black bags that his son usually wears when traveling.

Mrs Wardah who has finished cooking is curious.

"That's Arga's bag, huh, Sha?" ask Mrs Wardah at last. Bik Sumi also saw Asha who was carrying a bag and a basket. He was very curious as to why the sacred bag was in Asha's hands. Hearing a question from Madame Wardah, Asha stopped her steps and turned to the direction of the bag she was carrying.

"Yes Madam" replied Asha. Madame Wardah looked with a look of wonder. Paris came out of the door. The girl immediately approached Asha. Mrs Wardah was still watching the bag with her forehead scrunched.

"Son't taken my dirty clothes, has he?" paris asked as she looked at the basket that Asha had brought.

"Yes" answered Asha.

"So I forgot I didn't tell you where my laundry was. Hehe..." Paris grin. Asha simply nodded, "But great also Brother Asha can find him. Though the place is very difficult," said Paris chuckled. He was conscious of putting his dirty clothes in a hidden place.

Is correct. Finding your dirty clothes is very difficult. Until the Young Master had to intervene to help me find. It was like a treasure alone, Asha murmured inwardly. Because in front of Madame Wardah, Asha could only answer briefly and nodded her head.

"Should be of help, brother Arga, huh?" ask Paris in a whisper. That's no ordinary question. It was like a statement that Paris knew something. Asha looked quickly. Again Paris showed off a series of neat teeth. Without making a sound, only the look on his face said 'Looks like I know' with both eyebrows raised. Also a soft pat on Asha's shoulder. I don't know what it means.

From behind the door appeared Arga who increasingly looks fresh because his heart is happy.

"Arga gave you that bag himself?" ask Mrs Wardah again. Still talking about the bag.

"Yes Bun. I told her to bring my dirty clothes to wash, " said Arga interjected, before Asha could answer her employer's question. Asha's eyes glanced briefly at Arga who pulled the chair and began to throw her back at the chair.

"You yourself? Rarely," the response of the Mother who pulled her face formed a face of incredible astonishment. Bik Sumi who was usually given the task of giving dirty clothes to the washing place, also saw her young master.

"That bag is just wash. Also, the suit I gave you. Because I might wear it tomorrow." Arga added while looking back . A few seconds as Arga called out the suit, Asha felt her heart beating hard. Reminds Asha of what happened at the police station last night. He was afraid that people would know what Young Master was doing for him.

Mrs Wardah looked at her son's interaction with astonished eyes. Paris who was in front of Asha caught the shock from her very clear servant.

"Okay" replied Asha.

"Aren't you going to wash the dirty clothes I just gave you?" tanya Arga gave space for Asha to leave. The girl did not leave either. Because the mother still wanted to ask about the black bag that Asha was carrying. "You can go now" Arga said.

"Yes. I'm sorry madam..," Asha did not waste this opportunity. He leaned over, asked for permission to leave and then walked towards the back door. Arga sat down at the dining table with a view of Madame Wardah who was still looking at her son stunned.

"It just so happened that she showed up with Paris on the second floor. All I told you to bring my dirty clothes," said Arga, pouring water into the glass. Starting the morning when the stomach is not filled with food is to drink water. It is very healthy for the intestines.

There was the voice of Father who had come from the morning streets ahead. He was talking to Mr. Sanjaya.

"Good morning." said Mr. Sanjaya, who saw the Hendarto family gathered this morning. Mrs Wardah smiled. Arga and Paris also welcomed the arrival of Hendarto's father's confidants. Mrs Wardah invited Sanjaya to sit down. Because Hendarto's father had also begun to sit in a chair.

"You have Arga back, you have" said Father, seeing that his son was already in the dining room. Though according to his schedule, later in the afternoon just returned from the city 'S'.

"Yes Dad." Mother took a glass from the dish shelf in the back.

"Have you finished your review there?" ask Dad while waiting for Mother to pour water in her glass.

"Nearly finished Dad," replied Arga carefully. Father glanced at his son slightly in surprise.

"Is there anything important that gets you home earlier than you should?" ask Dad and then sip a glass of water that has been poured in a clear glass. Mother looked at her eldest son. Arga must find the right answer again.

Even though the father asked the question calmly, Arga should not answer this question carelessly. He seems to have to choose to tell things in the police or not. Like father does not like, his son did not finish the job properly.

Arga was trying to find the right answer. He hasn't completed a review because of the Paris case at the police station last night. Paris looks to Arga. He feels guilty. His sister had not finished her work for sure because she had to come to save him.

Paris was waiting for her sister's answer. Dad is a man who doesn't do much or talk much. Even so, Dad is a humorous person. He will also smile and laugh - though not outraged, but when something important is a little neglected, he will also be upset.

"Yes" answered Arga briefly.

"Let's have breakfast first. Sanjaya may also have been hungry since then," invite Mommy to make Dad look at Sanjaya and smile. For a moment I forgot the question.

"Yes. Come on, Sanjaya, you'll have to eat breakfast too." Sanjaya nodded. "Today not to the office, Ga?" asked Arga who looked relaxed.

"No Dad. I also need to rest Rendra," replied Arga like to immediately finish the conversation with his father. The tail of his eyes looked towards Paris who was in front of him. Arga is being angered by Dad. Even if it's not with high words. Paris knows that.

Paris gulps. He knew now that Arga had saved him. He looked incompetent already leaving the task because of something else. It's actually an important thing that can't be ignored. But the important thing must also be hidden because it is dangerous for Paris and Asha.

Maybe for Paris will get a severe punishment from Dad, but did not rule out the possibility he could be free because he was forgiven. But for Asha who is only a servant, it might make both her parents think that Asha brings bad influence to her daughter. It will be bad for his work here. This must be very unfair to him.

Arga wants to save both of them, especially the woman with the cute midget earlier. He did not want the young woman fired for following the wishes of Paris. Arga is convinced they - Asha and Angga - just feel compelled to obey Paris as his master.

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