My servant, Asha

Disturbances in the morning

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The next morning, the next day,

"Sir Asha, do you remember that handsome guy in the market?" paris asked this morning suddenly while Asha was in the kitchen with Rike cooking fried rice. The great sir and Mrs Wardah were having a morning walk with their business partner. Make sure they have breakfast outside. Bik Sumi was already cooking but Asha again wanted to eat fried rice.

Asha thought for a while, then nodded in memory.

"Yes. What's up?"

"Geez, apparently he's my upperclassman at the new school" said Paris surprised himself with the results of his discovery. He did not expect to see the man again.

"Wow delicious dong, so every day meet." said Asha while trying fried rice made. Paris gave the code to also feed the rice to his mouth. He wanted to taste the cuisine that Asha made. Asha took a spoon, blew the rice first so as not to heat up, because it was still just ripe. And then put it in Paris' mouth. After chewing a few seconds Paris clucked and thumbs without making a sound. "You want to eat this too?" tawar Asha's. Paris nodded.

"I am too" said Rike, afraid of missing. Asha smiled amusedly. Asha took the plate from the shelf, then took a serving of fried rice. Then thrust in front of the young lady.

"I didn't know he was still in school. Big body like that." said Paris while eating his rice.

"The body's athletic. Okay," added Asha meant to tease Paris.

"His body Arga is like that too" said Paris who immediately made Asha thinned his lips and glanced at him with a mocking look.

Why talk about that guy. The body is good too. Sometimes the view is lost direction. Hey.. I'm going to slam this.

This morning the house looks empty. Especially this sunday. Like supporting for a time to relax. The Paris phone next to him rang.

"What?" ask Paris impatiently. Apparently it was Sandra. "Yes knows..." Paris gave the code to leave while carrying his dinner plate which still contained fried rice. Maybe into the middle room. After finishing putting the fried rice in two dishes. Asha cleaned the kitchen and went to the back.

"Let's eat in the back" Asha asked. Rike nodded.

After breakfast, Asha returned to perform his duties. As usual Asha chose to sunbathe the work heavier. Because I have to lift the clothesline out. Consider it also an exercise for his arm muscles. So Asha is just waiting while the mobile phone toys. After Rike finished, Asha took the laundry outside.

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Asha did not expect her Master to show up this morning here. In this area of the. Though he thought the young master was walking early in the morning or even still sleeping because yesterday was too busy. After cleaning up, Arga looked up at the window and wanted to see Asha below.

At this time the man was eating watermelon on a wooden bench that made Asha so wanted as well. Since watermelon was his favorite fruit, his eyes occasionally glanced at the fruit.

Arga stood up and approached Asha. Then thrust a piece of watermelon suddenly. Chief Asha looked up at the look on his master's face.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't want to be glared at by both your eyes because of this. Eat," said Arga, knowing Asha saw the floating continues. Asha turned her eyes to the hand of Arga who was holding a slice of watermelon.

"No, thank you," declined Asha.

"Or. Do you want a watermelon in my mouth?" bargain Arga while pointing towards her own mouth. Asha grimacing.

"No. I better eat this," Asha finally snatched the watermelon in Arga's hand. Arga's lips reveal a smile.

"I didn't know you liked the fruit so much" Asha did not reply. Just chew a piece of watermelon in his mouth. Arga returned to his seat and threw the basketball that had been next to him at Asha suddenly. Although without preparation Asha can catch the basketball well because he knows Arga was holding the basketball earlier.

"What the hell?!" sumpul Asha looked at her young master sharply. Arga seemed to be disturbing himself who concentrated on working.

"You don't see I'm at work" Asha's murmur threw the ball back at Arga in annoyance. Then Asha continued to dry clothes.

"Just leave first" said Arga.

"I'm a waiter here. Where can I please. And again I have to take responsibility for the job. Been there toying elsewhere, "push Asha. Arga was silent but a few minutes later put the basketball on the ground and approached the laundry basket next to Asha.

"What are you doing?" asha asked in surprise and wonder.

"Help you dry your clothes" replied Arga innocently.

"No need," Asha refused with her hand.

"I'm your master. I don't have to listen to you" Arga replied. Asha's jaws instantly clenched tightly. He's correct. Arga is an employer who can act anything, let alone such trivial things. Forced Asha to let the sturdy body help him.

With a stiff movement Arga began to dry clothes.

"Hey, it should be squeezed out first!" shouts Asha saw Arga immediately drying wet clothes. Then take out the clothes that Arga suns and squeeze them out.

"Why should be squeezed first. Isn't there a dryer in the washing machine," Arga's whiskers don't accept.

"It's the sun's really hot. So it must be used well. And again what are you doing?"

"I still want to help you."

"Bikin' bothered. Stop acting like that." Asha flicked her hand to drive away the young master. But Arga stays there. After that it disappeared. Asha thought Arga was gone. He sat back down on the wooden bench. Arga's just finding a cold place to sit. He sat under a shady tree avoiding the scorching sun. While sitting on this bench, he noticed Asha doing her job.

The young master was seen enjoying the view from his seat. Asha was clearly visible from there. The neckline is visible because the hair is all tied up. A distinctive feature of Asha if doing his duty here. Somehow Asha actually looks refreshing when the bamboo in the cepol carelessly. The top of the t-shirt he wore looked stupid and looked like he wanted to devour Asha in his dressing. It makes it look exciting because it is so cute. Arga did not expect the woman's side like this to look good in her eyes.

Also Arga looked at the flip-flops that were worn with origin. Arga smile. Feeling amazed at himself who felt the woman's side was very attractive. Asha also began to soften even though there was herself being noticed. No longer wanted to dodge like when I first met him. Now the girl more often let herself roam around him. Like giving Arga a gap to get into his comfort zone.

Arga remembered since at this place of sowing, he looked happy when he saw the girl. This morning was hot. It means the weather is very sunny. The wind also blew blowing flying clothes made of thin clothes that have been in the sun since then until it began to dry.

The girl seemed excited to lift the thick blanket. Arga rushed over to help. Asha was shocked her young master appeared again.

"What's wrong?" asha asked astonished and vigilant.

"You help."

"Don't, it'll be troublesome"

"No, I don't feel bothered."

"Not you, but I. I can be bothered later if the mistress finds out that I have her beloved son do this job" Asha said, stressing that the beloved son was like being mocked.

"Yes. I am indeed my Mother's beloved son." said Arga narcissistically. Asha grimacing. She was afraid that the Madam had come from the morning walk and that she might have been unlucky to see her son helping his servant. Arga rarely appears in this area. But Arga still forced his hand to help Asha dry the large and thick blanket. Rike did not help Asha because she was still in the laundry room.

"Don't" Asha's sergeant.

"It has. Shut up and see I'm helping you. If I had to watch you lift a blanket like this by yourself, I couldn't help it," Arga struggled to lift the blanket from the wet laundry to the clothesline.

"Where in the past have you not been able to see.", murmured Asha sneered. Arga heard the muttering. Then he pulled Asha's arm and brought the body closer to his own.