My servant, Asha

I'm a man, Sha..

Can it really be like this? Is it true that I can obey my little heart to have a little fun being a special person to her? It seems like I also want to get into the world that Arga said there was a miracle in it. A maid who became the lover of her master. Isn't that one of the wonders of the real world? ask Asha in heart.

Even though this is a bit out of line with the standard stuff, I want to keep trying to get into that world. Trying to live and taste it feels like being in a world that contains wonders and things beyond my mind all this time.

Maybe later there will be a call of dislike about the lack of exactly my choice, from the people out there. I'm certain. But this is too good to miss. All right, I'll take this chance. No, it wasn't me who started it, it was him..

"I've heard your confession, Young Master. I have a lot of work. So now release me," pinta Asha in her tranquility in Arga's arms. This time Arga agreed to Asha's words. He released the girl's body. Asha heaved a sigh of relief. Arga only realized Asha's face was blushing red after releasing a hug. The red color runs from his face to his neck and ears.

"I'm sure you're blushing embarrassed at my confession and taking my hug, Sha," Arga said, smiling mischievously and teasingly.

"Be quiet, the broken man," Asha burst forth with a firm hand in front of Arga. The man frowned. Formed a faint frown on his forehead.

"I broke a promise?" asked Arga while raising her eyebrows.

"Obviously you won't remember what you said. The proof is that you have denied it" muttered Asha.

"Because I kissed you without asking permission?" guess Arga really understands what Asha means. It was just that he did not want to directly show that he did understand Asha's intentions. He wanted to let Asha dissolve into the vexation that made her look adorable.

"Yes." Yeah." Asha snorted and pursed her lips. Looking at Arga with a mocking look.

"Sorry" said Arga with a warm face. He really meant it in saying it. There is guilt there too. Asha glanced curiously. Then throw your face in the other direction.

"You feel like you want to pounce on me. From the first moment," Asha grumbled with emphasis on the last sentence. His eyes glanced sharply as he said it. Reminds me of a slow kiss that night. In kitchen. This kiss is a new experience for Asha. The first man to touch his lips was him, who was now standing looking at him.

"The first kiss was probably a mistake, Sha. But it was a sweet mistake that continued for me. Thank ye. For the second kiss, it might have been out of lust" Arga said honestly without feeling embarrassed. It was precisely Asha's face that was blushing with embarrassment.

"You're really shameless, Ga," scorned Asha as she shook her head. Arga only smiled faintly hearing the scorn from this woman.

"Because I'm a man, Sha. Maybe seeing you looking sweet arouses my passion for kissing you, but don't you ever think that this passion of mine can come when you see all women," arga said with a facial expression that stated this is true. Asha looked up and saw Arga's hardened face. Not angry, this man just wanted to say what was troubling his heart.

"I'm angry, because you thought my concern for you all along was a joke. You saw me reluctantly when you accepted my treatment. It was as if I could easily give such treatment to all women. It really makes my heart hurt, because I'm not. I'm playing games with you, but I never try to play with my heart if I'm not sure how I feel about you" Arga Long said, but able to be absorbed well by the brain Asha.

"really? Didn't you kiss me for Chelsea?" asked Asha who immediately made Arga's face sour. Didn't expect Asha to mention that name at this time. The name got very annoying in Arga's ears. His body was in front of his laundry bucket again.

"You really mentioned that name because it made me nervous, huh?" asked Arga with a head tilt of dislike, Asha mentioned the name of her former fiance. Arga approaching.

"I'm just guessing. There is no other intention" Asha replied without turning her head. Asha's hands started drying clothes again. He also said it as if there was nothing. The tone is ordinary and flat. Like no matter what someone gets angry or what about the question. Arga pulled Asha's body again and hugged her from behind.

"Take it off" Asha grumbled as she had already felt quite a hug this morning.

"I love you Sha. This passion comes because I love you. Not just because I'm a man. Chelsea was an important person in my heart, but when I expressed my feelings for you, it showed me that I no longer had someone else's name. Looks like your lips are too cruel to say that name when I've already expressed my feelings for you, hm?" said Arga in Asha's ears while gently hugging Asha's body from behind.

Asha was silent for a moment hearing the strand said his handsome Young Master. Staring at his clothes started to dry up. Arga took off his arm. Then turn Asha's body to stand facing him. Then his hand came down to grab Asha's hand. Touching his wrist that had started to return was normal in color.

"I'm sorry, it gripped your wrist firmly. Still sore?" asked Arga while looking at Asha's wrist attentively. Asha did not expect Arga to still remember about that.

"No," replied Asha turning her face away. Her ears are red. After kneading her slowly to convince herself that the wrist was really okay, Arga clasped both hands of Asha.

"So...today we're together, Sha?" tanya Arga wants to affirm. Now he is exactly similar to a child who is still in school who has finished expressing love.

"You've kissed me more than twice, Ga. Four times!" asha exclaimed showing all four fingers with a screech and growled. Arga looked towards Asha's face with his head tilted and also looked at Asha's firm fingers.

"You're too adorable when a red face blushes like that" said Arga. Asha scowling.

"Basar bawdy__" hissed Asha growled. Arga pulled his body.

"I didn't expect you'd count the number of us kissing accurately," Arga opened his eyes in admiration.

"This is not the time for admiration. I'm not saying this to admire you. Stop threatening to kiss me. Then. You touch me too much. This morning was enough with touches, hugs and kisses. I want to work," Asha said, pointing at Arga with warning.

"Let me work here" said Arga, laying her back on a wooden bench where she could see Asha doing her routine.

"Close, but don't bother me," Asha stepped closer to the bucket that was in the middle of the sowing area. He did not do his job immediately. His hand was still opening his messy hair because it was in Arga's embrace.

Arga watched carefully the simple but special girl in front of him. The morning wind was blowing. Moving Asha's long, jet-black hair glowed. Marking that hair has never been touched by any hair dye. The hair decomposed beautifully and moved in the wind as Asha combed it with her fingers. This blazing sunlight also seemed not to feel hot. Only the heat touches the surface of the skin.

The wind that blew this morning also made the clothesline that had been in the sun swayed following the wind because it was seen to dry up. Like dancing, also rejoicing in the recognition of the young master to his girl. This atmosphere was the same when Arga first found Asha among the fluttering clothesline.

In this place Arga managed to find and be aware of his presence in this house for the first time. Here too Arga finally managed to express his feelings.

"Sir Ashaaaa!!" paris shouted from the back door of the main house. Disperse Arga daydreams. Asha and Arga turned towards the voice of Paris at the same time. The girl stepped towards the place of Asha. "Eh... Brother is here?" ask Paris in surprise. His body was on tiptoes earlier. I didn't think there was her brother.

"Why call Asha?" asked Arga while raising her chin in curiosity. Also because his sister had ruined his beautiful daydream.

"There is a need" said Paris briefly. Then a small run towards Asha who was still looking waiting for her arrival.

"I met a handsome guy in that market." Paris told me while shaking with pleasure. Asha also smiled hearing the curses. Suddenly Paris stopped from its church.

"Nobody hot in, huh?" ask Paris while looking at Asha's detailed face.

"No." replied Asha half unsure. He was sure he was not in the heat or anything, but Paris saw it as if Asha was in the midst of the disease.

"Asha's lips look red and somewhat swollen," pointed Paris with an index finger deliberately hidden because she was pointing towards Asha's lips from a close distance. Asha held her breath in surprise.

This must be because of Arga's actions.

"No. I'm fine" said Asha, thinning her lips. But in his heart he cursed Arga who had tasted him greedily. Asha who just this time felt a powerful kiss like that, also just understood that her lips were sensitive and easily swollen. That's why it's been weird on her lips.

Arga who heard Asha's conversation with Paris just now, had widened his eyes and could only be deceiving. Trying to wet his throat with spit. It was like something was stuck in her throat because Paris was talking about Asha's lips.

I can confirm that the perpetrator is him. It's all because of him who got out of control and lost defense. She had already smeared Asha's lips the first time she had such a kiss so possessively earlier.

Asha came to Arga with her sharp eyes. Seeing that Arga could only turn his gaze in the other direction. ******!