My servant, Asha

Interrogation

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After breakfast, they gathered in front of the television. Talk with warm tea. Paris obviously did not want to join his parents there. Because the discussion must be about business, economics and all such heavy things. Paris doesn't have much room for those things in her little brain. Now she still enjoys being a young girl who wants to fall in love with the prince.

The foot of Paris stepped towards the back garden. He wanted to meet Asha who was struggling with her clothesline.

"It's Arga's suit all right?" paris said as she touched with her fingertips towards the clothesline that was still wet. Asha looked up from behind the clothesline.

"Maybe. This is the clothes I got from the bag that the Young Master gave me," Asha replied as she squeezed out her laundry.

"Before brother Arga likes to appear in the house other than his room, have you met outside the house with sister?" ask Paris suddenly.

"Earlier. On the basketball court maybe," Asha replied without looking. That's why Asha's ordinary question would answer. Paris nodded in understanding.

"When Asha played basketball?"

"Yes. Bareng Cakras. But at that time Cakra didn't know I was working in this house." Asha squeezed out the work coat that the Young Master gave her to cover her skirt.

"Makanya Kak Cakra was confused when Kak Asha could be with brother Arga at that time.. " Paris remembers Asha being displaced because her sister still cares about Chelsea.

That chick. It's been a while since lunch in Kak Arga's room he didn't show up. Maybe he no longer teases you. Or is it because you are busy with something new, so there is no room for the girl?

The eyes of Paris watched Asha who was still doing her job.

"If according to Brother Asha, brother Arga is the man?"

"Areally Paris who's her sister doesn't know?" Asha asked back. Because that's a strange question for Asha. There is no need to ask anyone else if what you are asking is your own brother. The one who understands best is his own family.

"Neither," answered Paris, scratching her head. Feeling stupid asking things that no longer need to be asked to others.

"Well, why did it come to me. Here I don't know the young master very well" Asha pointed to Paris with a snap of a finger, having found the answer.

"Sir Asha is weird, you know..."

"I? Did ya? Hmmm...." Asha chuckled at Paris's accusation.

"Tuh, right... He said it was strange the response was flat. But worse brother Arga, anyway," Paris began to approach towards the wooden bench that was under the shady tree.

"Why?" ask Asha.

"Lately he's been weird" Paris stretched his muscles before finally sitting on the bench. Asha takes a tan tin. Switching places because the place is already full. Find another empty place to hang out.

"Isn't it usually weird, too," Asha's actual words are more aptly considered mockery. The tail of Paris's eyes looked towards Asha with a little more seriousness.

"It seems like this is some kind of interview? All the questions you ask are about my opinion of Young Master." Asha looked straight at Paris who was sitting on the bench in front of her. He found the direction of all the young lady's questions. The Paris goals did not materialize. Paris chuckles. Feeling caught.

"Not just a fad" Paris scratched her head again.

"So talking about me in the back with him is your fad?" arga's reprimand that appeared in the sowing area with Angga. Paris is shocked. Then stand up and reflect on Asha's body fingers. The Angga who came with the young master - actually he was dribbled here - also lined up with Asha. The eyes of this woman looked towards Paris and Angga alternately.

Paris closed her mouth. Stand while looking down. Arga sat down where Paris was sitting. Seeing that the two people next to her were already acting like defendants, Asha sighed.

"Are you done with your job?" asked Arga while using her index finger to point at Asha. Admit that this question to the waiter washes it.

"Not yet Master," answered Asha still carrying wet clothes in her hands that were ready for drying. "I can postpone my job if it's important" Asha said. Arga's head nodded asking for understanding.

Then Asha must first suspend her work. The girl twisted her body and put the wet laundry in a bucket behind her. Drying his hand by wiping it into his shorts and then back into his row again. The line of guilty people.

"It seems that this time I have to ask you three seriously about what happened last night." Arga gave a pause to his sentence. It was intentional to put a little pressure on the three of them who had already made a mistake.

It seems like it will be a long time, so thought the three of them inwardly.

The three of them made a uniform move. All hands are in front, linking their arms and fingers. Arga saw Asha's body still standing, only his head was lowered.

Asha turned to the right side in surprise. In the direction of Paris who was holding the body to his arm. Like asking for protection from him. Paris deliberately did that because he realized, Arga can resist anger if there is Asha.

Their stature looks the same as a brother. But Asha's body is slightly taller than Paris. Arga looked at the two alternately and found something. Asha's plain arm that looked small but strong held her gaze. Asha's shirt sleeves are still up. He rolled up his sleeves earlier. Arga's eyes were stuck there for a long time.

Asha followed the direction Arga's eyes were looking at. Then he found his arm clearly visible to the base of the arm. Eyes rounded. It was disrespectful according to Asha. He immediately lowered his shirt sleeves in a hurry. Arga smiled inwardly. After throwing off the tickling feeling just now, Arga did his interrogation again.

"Are there actually a need for what the two of you to go to the nightclub?" ask Arga later. "Maybe Angga just dropped off, but you two? What's your purpose there?" asked Arga in an intimidating low voice. There's no answer. Only the restless movement emanated from the body of Paris.

"I'm asking. Why not answer my question?" ask Arga again. Still with the same intimidating aura.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong." Asha said. Arga did not expect the girl to apologize first. Paris looked quickly. She's panicking. Who initially calmed down a little because he felt his brother would not seriously scold because there was Asha, now looking at Arga seriously, the heart of Paris shrieked. Moreover, seeing Dad himself showed his surprise, when Arga said he had not finished the job because it was more important to other things.

"Sorry, I was wrong too." Asha's actions prompted Paris to confess as well.

"So you know it's wrong?" ask Arga. Paris nodded. "When you haven't been able to account for yourself, you should be able to refrain from making trouble. If Mom and Dad knew you were in the police station for making a troublemaker at the nightclub, I'm sure you know what's going to happen" Arga paused. His eyes glanced at Asha who was still lowered.

"You know what happened to those two that your mom and dad knew about this?" Arga said with deep pressure on his sentence. Arga was also afraid of this.

"I'm the one who took Kak Asha and Angga, Brother. They're just coming with me" so Paris was scared when Arga reminded me of this. Mother must immediately fire those who have a bad impact. Asha gulped. He understood what the young master was discussing just now. That's dismissal. Angga seemed to understand as well.

"I can still try to be kind to you not to tell this matter to Father and Mother. So you should also be able to keep your mouth shut, not to divulge this matter to anyone. Can you understand?" asked Arga advancing his body. Everybody nods. "You can go" said Arga, allowing his workers to return to their respective routines.

"Thank you Sir. Excuse me," said Angga. Then leave them by heading to the front yard.

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