My servant, Asha

Talk on a wooden bench

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Apparently this interrogation event did not last long. Not like in the shadow of the three of them. Arga immediately ended his interrogation quickly. After Angga left, Asha was still confused. He couldn't get out of his place, because Young Master still saw him. Like there's still something to talk about.

Asha's eyes glanced next to her. Paris was devastated by her sister's advice. Maybe he became frightened and unpleasant if Asha and Angga were stopped because they obeyed him. It's not fair that they both will be stopped because of their daughter.

For Angga who does not play too much in the excitement in the nightclub anyway, the mistake is a little. But for him who had been in the same position as Paris, it seems dangerous.

"Thank you," Asha said as she bowed to cut off this interrogation and went back to her job. Arga nodded accepting the remark. He caught the gloom in Asha's eyes. Then this girl turned the body closer to the bucket filled with laundry.

"I'm sorry brother. I'm sure you can't finish your job because of me. Dad also looks unhappy because of that. Because my sister is neglecting duty. How'this?" Paris was anxious and felt very guilty.

So he hasn't finished his job and gone straight to the police station? Also have to hide the cause of the work is not finished for the sake of everyone. He chose to be considered incompetent by Mr. Hendarto, his father. Rather than telling the case at the police station. It's not as easy as it looks, is it?

"For that let me take care of it. All you need to remember is not to make more noise, let alone invite the workers in this house to join your keonaran," Arga's advice to his sister.

"Yes.." Paris replied weakly. Then Paris approached Arga. "What about the director of the textile company? I just found out it was Sandra's sister" asked Paris again. He still clearly remembered having hit the face of the man in the suit. Wanted to know how it went with that director. Until this moment there is no explanation from Sandra.

"I haven't seen him yet. But Dirga has already solved the problem with them. Have you apologized?" search Arga. Because of the behavior of Paris, Arga doubted his sister had apologized. Because her master was chatting there, Asha felt not free to move. If this is usually the place furthest from the reach of the employer, now they are chatting casually under the shade tree.

"I think so," replied Paris unsure. Arga pulled his face and looked at Paris with narrowed eyes. "Sir Asha! Didn't we apologize to the man?" ask Paris to Asha who wants to re-collaborate with a brown bucket behind her. Finishing a sprinkling that feels like a snail. Very sluggish.

"Yes. At the police station" replied Asha. He didn't take the laundry wet, afraid that Young Master and young lady were still asking him to talk about the nightclub.

"I remember. Brother Asha pulled me over to apologize while at the police station. Even though the man was still staring, me and Asha's brother continued to apologize" explained Paris who made Arga turn his head to look at the young woman. Asha lowered her gaze down. Towards his white flip-flops with yellow straps.

"good. Also don't make her wear that weird outfit of yours," said Arga pointing at Asha with her chin. Asha raised her head.

"Weird outfit?" ask Paris for wonder. Then raised his chin trying to ask Asha what her brother meant. Asha just put her shoulders together. He did not want to think, he just wanted to finish his work immediately.

"Clothes that make him uncomfortable and unable to move freely. I don't like to see it. He's kind of stuck in his clothes." Paris was serious about listening to Arga speak while occasionally turning to Asha who was standing near her favorite bucket.

According to Paris, her sister is at a high level of strangeness. He is currently taking care of the way his servant dresses. Arga seems to understand that. He cares.

"Can I continue my work?" asked Asha who was not at home should let her laundry be neglected. Suspend it within an unspecified time limit. Asha asked the two of them. Because they are both masters. But the only one who cares is Arga.

Arga's body, which was facing Asha, made it easier for him to see the girl. Arga's head nodded with an understanding nod. After getting permission from Arga, Asha continued her work.

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"When have you been able to fight?" search Arga. Asha's shoulders tiptoed slowly as this question slid from the young master's lips. He's like in interrogation about this too. For Arga this was something he had just learned from his sister. Also a new thing from the girl who was sunning it.

"A female-only boarding school turns out to make you a hero. You better not go to a special boarding school like that" Arga shook his head.

"really? I'm so glad that my sister thinks so too. I don't like boarding schools that are only female" said Paris eagerly. Arga looked towards Paris who was thinking something in his mind. Evidently from his lips that smiled to himself as he said that.

"What are you thinking?" reprimand Arga while pushing Paris' forehead slowly. Paris laughed as she stuck out her tongue.

"Arely the same Father Mother does not exist? How come you're still here?" ask Paris just sober. Because after breakfast, Arga was forced to accompany Father and Sanjaya to chat.

"They plan to see the state of the Mall" explained Arga. Hence Arga dared to interrogate the three of them.

"Sir Asha is also good at karate, you know." Paris even included Asha in her discussion. Asha immediately invited her body to slightly hide behind the clothesline. Like getting wind to ask that, Arga just asked Asha.

"Really, Sha?" arga asked with both eyes that were like they were provoking Asha.

"Not an expert. I just know," replied Asha with her hand still raised for drying clothes.

"That means that if I'm acting like you, your body reacts to beat me up, huh?" tanya Arga started the action.

"What does my sister want?" paris tried to find out. Arga just smiled knot got that question from his sister.

"Continue your story. Don't listen to what I ask him" said Arga, shuffling Paris' hair. Paris' lips curled up while tidying up her hair. They are a little more relaxed. Because of the question from Paris, Asha did not need to answer the question of the Young Master who was very strange.

"Thank you for saving me

and forgive me, brother. Also thank you for agreeing with me. That I better not go to school for girls and live in a dorm,"

"Have you submitted a school transfer request to Mommy?" ask Arga. Paris nodded loudly. "How did you respond?"

"Mother will consider if I want to learn to be a good wife" explained Paris to reveal the agreement made by her and her beloved mother.

"Good wife?" asked Arga.

"Yes. Mother said I had to prepare myself to be a good wife candidate," Paris began to lean her body on the body of a wooden bench.

"Do you have a husband?" For this Arga thinned lips disdain.

"Notnn.. I just need to learn. Mother said if you want to get a good husband is to learn to be a good wife first. Mother says for example mother herself." After saying this Paris chuckled. Arga smiled as well.

"What kind of learning?"

"Yes, doing the work of a wife who understands the kitchen. Washing dishes, shopping at the market and cooking, too" Paris said as if it was her usual job. In fact, to the market just with Asha at that time.

"Oh, that's why you were seen at the market with Asha?" ask Arga. Paris nodded. Arga remembered the handsome man who came to Asha.

"Mother also told sister Asha to learn to cook with me," added Paris.

"really?" This time Arga's eyebrows raised because interested in hearing his sister's speech. The tail of her eyes glanced at Asha who was about to finish her task.

"Yes. Mother said, Kak Asha also had to prepare herself as a wife because she was an adult," explained Paris who again found her brother smiling while throwing a glance at the young woman who had completed her task.

Asha lifted the brown bucket to be returned to the laundry room. Suddenly he felt his head start to hurt. Slowly he put the bucket back on the ground. The sun is starting to get sharp. It's about 10 o'clock. Asha closed her eyes for a moment. Try to calm down by staying quiet.

Arga who had been looking towards Asha narrowed his eyes. Watching the girl felt something strange. After a few seconds Arga thought that, Asha had already collapsed where she was standing. Arga's eyes widened and ran to the body of the young woman lying on the paving ground.

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