My servant, Asha

Missing defense

"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. Putting Asha's hands together on her chest.

"What are you talking about?" tanya Arga played her eyebrows while holding Asha's body from escaping from her. Asha.

"What are you doing?" asha asked panicked and nervous. His hands pushed the body away. Their bodies are too close. But Arga had already locked onto Asha's body so as not to be able to get out of her embrace circle. Asha kept her head away from Arga because that face was also too close. But his body still approached Arga's body.

"Why?" ask Arga calmly.

"Get your hand off." Asha tried to push Arga's muscular body straight but could not. Asha felt that hand clutching her tightly.

"You gonna beat me up?" asked Arga to bring his face closer.

"Yes. I want to beat you up" cried Asha annoyed. "Don't keep messing around with me. It's not comfortable. This isn't funny. Stop your jokes," said Asha who thrashed. A hug Arga slipped off. Arga let go of her embrace until Asha was relieved the young master did not hug her anymore. But Arga's hand was still blocking Asha's wrist. It seems that Arga has not completely released Asha. Asha's relief vanished.

"Why do you think everything I did to you was a joke?" ask Arga who is getting serious. Asha was silent for a moment feeling a sense of relief that changed when she saw the look on Arga's face become hard with a sharp eye.

"Don't question Arga's ridiculousness. We're both different. You know about it. You are an employer and a rich young master. How could I, who only works as a washerman, think anything else about your treatment of me other than that, be a joke. It's too naive for me to think of anything else" Asha explained. His body did not rebel, only glancing at his wrists which were still strangled by Arga. Then pulled his chin again to stare towards the man in front of him.

"Your brain just thinks like that?" asked Arga with narrowed eyes that seemed to turn cold.

"Yes. And it's not like I have to think just like that. This is a reality that cannot be denied..," said Asha whose voice became like she was going to drown. Asha gulped. I don't know why this fact made him duck. Arga silent.

"just that? Just a joke you had in mind?" asked Arga again colder than before which finally forced Asha to look up. Arga's hand grip tightened which made Asha frown in pain. The man's face suddenly showed all the deep disappointment of Asha's words just now. For the expression of Arga's face this time, Asha could not understand it completely.

Why does Arga look devastated by his words?

"You fool!"yelled Arga while releasing Asha's hand furiously to make Asha's body retreat. Then the girl held her wrist with her other hand. Sneaking softly as it felt a little pain in his wrist. "Run your brain to think more creatively, Sha! Imagine! Don't just get caught up in the raw stuff. In this life, many things can be thought of other than raw and monotonous things. There can be miracles in this world and so on. I didn't expect you to be so narrow-minded and stupid!" tukas Arga growled and left. The man was angry.

Asha blinked her eyes slowly. He was stunned, not expecting the angry Arga because of his words that were true. He and Arga are only masters and servants. Why get angry because it is the truth. Asha never denied that fact. Never denied it at all.

"Yes, I am a fool." muttered Asha after Arga's departure with her head lowered. Sighing tired from just an instant the atmosphere turned strange. There was pain and pain enveloping. 

I don't like this mood. Sad and sad, but lacking understanding of what makes it that way. This indistinct feeling was infuriating, Asha snorted in annoyance.

Did I become like this because of him. The guy who was overdoing me?

As a servant, what does Asha need to think about the excessive treatment of her Young Master? It's not worth thinking about anything else. Also, there is no point in thinking about anything else. Everything is impossible.

This is not a fairy tale world, it's a real world. Isn't that so, Ga?

But suddenly Arga turned his body and came back to Asha. While Asha who did not expect Arga to appear again just looked at him with full investigation. With full of anger visible from the look on Arga's face, the man stepped firmly. It was as if he was about to pounce and crash into Asha's body at that very instant. Asha nanar's eyes.

What's he gonna do?

Asha muttered in shock, but Arga did not give up. He continues to urge Asha's lips with **********. Forcing his will to taste the ripe lips with satisfaction until Asha finally gave up to rebel. His body is squeezed which requires the rebuttal of Arga's arm on his back. Arga's hand swiftly caught the back with his arm.

Slowly Arga removed his lips from Asha's. Then slowly, again, before completely detaching from the skin of Asha's lips that heat up. Asha's breathing was wheezing as Arga kissed her without giving her any space for a moment. The man did not want to give Asha the slightest leeway to dodge. No more.

Then Arga lowered his head to touch Asha's forehead with his forehead. Although Arga had finished making out, his arms did not just release Asha's body.

"I love you, Sha.." whispered Arga raucously. Although Asha was busy trying to catch her breath, she was still able to listen to that warm sentence. It was just that his lips were still silent because his breathing was still irregular. Although not rebellious he still lowered his head. Asha did not dare to look up or forcefully look at Arga sharply. He did not want Arga to repeat his hot fondling.

"I can no longer afford to refrain from revealing this to you, Sha. I can't wait until I'm sure you really have feelings for me" said Arga, who held Asha more and more possessively. Rubbing the tip of her chin to the top of Asha's head gently.

Asha was still silent. Not in thought he was currently in the chest of the field and broad shoulders that had made him blush. Imagine the women who have been in Arga's embrace. Right now he is in that body. Hugged tightly by the field chest and broad shoulders belonged to Arga.

"Then what are you doing right now? if you're not sure I have the same feelings as you, why are you doing this?" asha asked with a very annoyed look. Arga's lips smiled. Then held Asha's chin and raised the girl's head to him. Looked at him deeply and said,

"Because I'm sure with sincerity I love you. With that I'm sure you'll understand my sincerity," Arga kissed Asha's lips again but not with that attitude, this time she kissed Asha's lips softly and gently. I don't know why Asha was silent and resigned. Closing your eyes at the end.

After finishing kissing her, Arga drowned Asha's head in her chest. Hugged Asha tightly. Feeling the warmth in his arms.

"I'm stupid. I won't understand your sincerity" Asha said still in Arga's arms.

"Hmmm... I-i know. I can teach you to understand what sincerity is" Arga said, closing her eyes.

"My brain is stupid and lazy to learn. I ranked bottom in school," Asha said still raving.

"Yes, I understand." Arga started to rile but was arrested.

"Me too..."

"Stop your babbling if I don't want to take it as my lure to re-taste your lips. Because I can continue to kiss you as much as I want," cut off Arga who was already annoyed to hear Asha mingle with half-threatening. His eyes that had closed were now open from being coxed. Asha immediately shut her mouth tightly. Not continuing his sentence. Feeling that there were no more great-grandsons of Asha's voice, Arga closed his eyes again.

"Ga.." said Asha slowly. Fear of waking the sleeping tiger.

"Hmm?"

"It seems like too long you've been hugging my body" Asha said. Arga nodded.

"I knew. Its alright. I don't want to lose time forcing you to listen to my confession. I also don't want to obliterate this moment so quickly." Asha snorts. Arga realized the breath that hit his chest. She smiles.