My servant, Asha

Caught

"Why, brother?" ask Paris because Asha looks the other way. Paris followed the direction of Asha's eyes. It turned out that he was staring intently at his brother who somehow became like he was caught making a mistake. Arga belingsetan on her bench.

"No," Asha immediately retracted her gaze, when she realized Paris was following her to see Arga. His eyes saw Paris again. Meanwhile Arga got up from the long wooden bench and left. "Continue your story," said Asha still wanting to hear the story of her young miss.

"No, no more," Paris replied with a smile of embarrassment.

"So the story's like that?" ask Asha. Paris nodded. Asha blinked, "Why is it a scene then?"

"That's brother... I dare not say much to him. Look at him I immediately run away," Paris said with a happy but also sad expression. Asha thinned her lips feeling her lips that felt a little sore.

Fucking arga!

"Sometimes my sister would come out to see him. Uuuhh.. he's handsomenggg!" Paris called his schoolmate.

"Know. Didn't we meet at the market that time." Asha still remembered because the visuals of the guy were good. Paris continued to describe the man's perfection in his eyes. Asha smiled seeing her young miss making various expressions. Paris might spread an aura of happiness out of admiring someone.

Am I that too? Isn't it official to be a couple, it shows we're in love? I don't know..

The young master was in love with his servant. Sounds a little awkward. The truth may be, a servant fell in love with his Master. That sounds more reasonable. Because the perfect side lies with the young master. In reality, indeed Arga who became the young master was in love with me. That looks good, Sha. However, Arga does have a handsome face that is indisputable. Right now you're lucky to be in that position.

After talking about the man, Paris returned home. Asha who will bring the bucket into the laundry room finds a new basket of laundry that has not been dried around the drying place.

Rikes!

Meanwhile Rike in the wash was being shaken. Breathe out many times. Staring at the clothesline with eyes of disbelief. He seemed to have seen something impossible earlier.

That was when he who finished washing, brought the laundry to be dried by Asha. But when he arrived at the desecration, he saw his young master who was with Asha. Hugged Asha's body and smeared her co-worker's lips.

Mata Rike. His chest was also pounding looking at him. His hands covered his eyes reflexively. However, as he was also curious, his fingers opened one by one to look again. Rike's eyes blinked many times as it confirmed again that it was indeed the young master and Asha's mother. After that Rike chose to step away from the drying area, shortly after they opened their eyes because they finished making out.

Ringing the phone in the seat surprised him because he was daydreaming. It was Asha's cell phone. Rike was silent while looking towards that thing. Then tiptoe when there are footsteps entering the laundry room. It was Asha.

I don't know why Rike was so awkward on his own. Ringing from Asha's cell phone stopped until Asha did not know anyone was calling her. Rike is spitting. He was facing the young master as well. Nervous, frightened and tense.

"Why you?" tanya Asha looked at the eyes of Rike who just kept looking at her vigilantly. Rike's head shook his head. It was as if he had been a witness to a massacre. Asha who put the two laundry baskets back in place looked at Rike straight. Seeing Asha like that, Rike turned his face away.

Bizarrely. But Asha knows the cause of Rike's strangeness. Looking at the basket of laundry that was clean and ready in the sun, Asha could have guessed Rike saw the incident at the drying place.

"I'm the same young master, Ke. Don't be afraid like that," said Asha softly while putting on a warm face as usual. Rike put on a forced smile. "You were out of the sun?" asha's question made Rike nervous.

"Eh, i-iya mbak. I was there and I saw mbak. Asha clucking. He expected it. "Emmm.. mbak Asha same young master... Anu.." Rike was confused to say it. He was trying to sort out the words to express what he was thinking.

"Tumben can you get nervous when you talk to me?" cut Asha to stop the jitters of Rike.

"Yet, shoot the young master.." Asha placed her index finger right in front of her own lips.

"Don't tell anyone?" pinta Asha then while smiling somewhat embarrassedly. You can be sure Rike saw her kissed by the young master. Rike's face changed. Right now Rike was putting on a look of surprise. His hand shuts his mouth because his estimate is correct. The young master was indeed kissing Asha at the desecration. Surely the young master really liked Asha, so thought Rike.

"Emmm... Ma'am Asha this..," said Rike so jubilant while hugging his coworker. "I am indeed afraid of the young master, but also do not deny that the young master is handsome. So if Asha is the same as the young master, it doesn't feel good..." Again Rike hugged Asha's body with anxiety. Asha grimaced receiving Rike's embrace of happiness.

"Remember, don't tell anyone. No one can know except you, you know?" firmly Asha while cupping both cheeks Rike. Rike's head nodded in understanding with a smile.

I'm being a, right? If someone else says it, it sounds impossible. You're like the main cast in a romantic drama, Sha.

Asha's phone rings. Asha approached her mobile phone lying on the chair, where she was waiting for the laundry to finish.

The arga? Why'd he call me?

Asha received the call.

"What's wrong?" ask Asha.

"I want to go out, come with me" Arga asked.

"I don't see you outside. I think you're done. I'm waiting for you" Arga said, turning off his phone.

He forced? You young master!

"Why mbak?" ask Rike.

"Young Master called. There is a duty," replied Asha lying. Rike immediately put on his resplendent look again.

"Emmm... Ma'am Asha wants a date here." ledek Rike. Asha just grimaced. Now Rike can already tease him.

"No. Occupational. Already, I go first," said Asha.

***

"Hello, sis!" greet Paris in the car.

"Hello," Asha replied in surprise. Arga came then through the front door.

"Why shut up? Come in with Paris," said Arga slowly as he passed by himself who was still standing in front of the car. Asha followed Arga by entering through the back door and sitting with Paris.

"Where are you going?" ask Asha.

"Sir Arga wants to go to the mini market, I follow. Because he said I could ask for anything there" Paris said, raising her eyebrows proudly. Like a kid who buys toys and food.

"Aren't you buying anything from Young Master?" ask Asha.

"Sister is a bit stingy anyway," replied Paris while crossing her arms. Arga looked up from the small glass above him. See the Parisian act. Asha mangosteen.

"What are you talking about Paris?" tegur Arga pretended to be angry. Paris grimaced.

"So do you want to treat Arga's brother a snack?" ask Paris. Asha shakes. He doesn't know why he should come. Maybe to brighten the mood.

In the Paris car still chattering still around the guy. Asha still survives the Paris babble by occasionally covering her face from the left side, because it seems the eyes of the men in front there also often see it.

Arga stopped his car in front of the mini market. It turns out that what the mouth of Paris is talking about is true. Her sister brought her to buy at the mini market. After getting out of the car, Paris immediately opened the mini market door first. Grabbing a red shopping cart and starting down the hallway.

"So you brought me here?" asked Asha who was not satisfied. For the sake of coming here, he had to leave Rike alone. He who had the same position as all the workers in the house, was currently relaxing with his young master, who had somehow suddenly become his lover. Asha so feels Arga has been unfair with all of them.

"You think Rike? Bik Sumi?" asked Arga who was beside Asha. He could read Asha's thoughts at this moment. Chief Asha turned to the side for a moment then looked forward again, not answering. Arga understands. Then he took a shopping cart and invited Asha to start choosing snacks on the shelves lined up. "Choose for them or whoever they want to buy" Arga said.

"Why?"

"I understand you don't feel good about them for leaving home at work to go with me. So I want to replace it with something like this. If you agree.." Asha just agrees as long as it's not from her pocket.

"I feel uncomfortable doing that" she hid her pleasure.

"Since when? When I bought food for Cakra and the others when it was your plan, you were just acting normal."

"Here you go.." Asha went to the other shelf. Paris is still standing on one of the shelves of food.

"I'm of course just taking you, because you're my lover" whispered Arga by the ear. Asha's eyes were rounded. The whisper of Arga close to his ear made a tremor in his body.

"Don't get too close." sizzled Asha. He was afraid if suddenly there was a mini market employee coming to check the goods, or visitors came. Arga smile. Asha was peering into a cooling machine containing many drinks. His hands reached into the cooling machine and took his favorite vitamin c drink.

"Your lips are still sick?" ask Arga slowly. No matter how slick the question felt like a loud scream heading straight into his eardrum. He suddenly wet his lips.

"Don't ask me strange things here.." Asha was misbehaving too Arga asked that.

"I have to take responsibility, Sha. It was me" said Arga in a casual tone. Paris who had been busy choosing her favorite snack, so stop. Then looked at Asha and her sister who were standing in front of the refrigerator. He who initially wanted to call Asha did not so because he saw the two of them lying there. They look closer.