My servant, Asha

Recognition

Paris just let them go then she focused again on the food rack in front of her. While Arga was still staring at Asha - more precisely looking at Asha-'s reddened lips. That's nothing but a trace made by his little bite on****** that lip.

"Your lips are hurt" said Arga softly as she touched Asha's chin and the surface of the red lip skin. Asha immediately forced her lips together so as not to touch Arga's hand. Then his hand shook Arga's hand slowly. Keep his face away from Arga.

"Ga... Your hands..." Asha snorting and booming. Arga knows. He's just worried.

"To the doctor?"

"Make what?" asha asked, looking quickly at Arga.

"Treat your lips" Arga said with a serious face. Asha grimaced in horror with Arga's reply. He could not imagine leaving for the doctor just because his lips were injured. Even though it was painful, it was just a small wound. Also the problem that makes his lips hurt is because of this man's fondle.

"Last time I heard an evil joke from your lips" Asha said as she shifted from the freezer to the breadcrumbs next to her. His hand held the bread in that package and read its expiration date. This kind of bread usually has a short expiration date. Unlike snacks that have a long expiration. It may only provide a week of production time after which it must be disposed of.

"Why?" this time it was Arga who was astonished.

"How can I be referred to a doctor just because my lips hurt? That doesn't make sense." Asha shook her head without turning her eyes towards Arga. He was still looking at the expiration date of the packaged bread.

"If we are sick, we should go to the hospital or the doctor. It's also called pain, right? You're hurt, Sha," explained Arga.

"really. This wound was caused by a disrespectful person who stole my first kiss" Asha said with a cold face. Arga glanced, to see what facial features were drawn when the sentence was spoken.

"You said that with a cold look, as if you wanted to skin me.." Arga lowered Asha's forehead slowly with anxiety. Asha pitted before turning her head with her faintly wrinkled forehead

"I'm pissed. You knew?" Arga smiled looking at Asha's expression as if wanting to bite and tear her body.

"Have you?" ask Paris who has appeared behind them. Asha noleh and slightly shifted from Arga who turned out to be standing very close to him. He has not yet completed the purchase of food for people at home. Because Arga invited him to chat with a sensitive theme that made his wits scatter. Must resist annoyance, embarrassment and growling with restraint to drive away that awkwardness. Also had to scold Arga for feeling ordinary with the content of the conversation.

"No, yet" answered Arga representing, seeing that Asha did not immediately reply. Paris is astonished. Paris has ignored.

"Got long?" ask Paris again.

"If you buy it for yourself, it's clear that you're quick to choose it. While he is buying food for people home, so still have to think first to buy what," said Arga defended Asha. Although it is actually not necessary to defend it is also not a problem.

"Son's the spokesperson for Kak Asha, huh?" tanya Paris resuscitated Arga. "Since I asked Kak Asha, even Kak Arga continued to answer," said Paris linking both eyebrows. Arga smile.

"I'm done shopping. Come..," Asha would step away from the food rack behind her. He chose not to buy food for the people of the house rather than make Paris long wait. But Arga's hand prevented him from holding Asha's hand. Restraining the body to leave.

Paris's eyes were immediately fixed on her brother's hand which held Asha's hand. His eyes did not blink seeing that. His eyes widened and raised his gaze towards his older brother who was staring at Asha.

"Just keep buying, let Paris wait" Arga said with eyes filled with obvious attention. Paris can see that. Then his eyes looked towards Asha who returned the gaze with an unusual awkwardness. Although only a small, because the eyes of Paris is in scan mode, it can be found easily.

What are they doing? What aura is it?

Asha slammed into Arga's grip as she was shocked to see Paris looking at her. Arga looked in the same direction as Asha, which was to see Paris. His sister who was still in school was staring at the two of them with gazes filled with questions.

"Are you, Paris? You want to wait for him to add his groceries?" tanya Arga gave the order. He was not disturbed by Paris's eyes full of investigation. Arga is still able to act ordinary.

"Yes.whatever. Here's my groceries, sister," again Arga who snatched the shopping cart that was thrust Paris to Asha.

"He had his own basket with him" Arga said, giving an excuse. Paris took a breath. Then he looked up into the red basket Arga was holding. Take the first cold drink.

"I pay for this first. I'm waiting for you two outside. Satisfied shopping. Where's money?" paris's hands are asking. Arga put the basket down and reached into the wallet in his back pocket. Hand over fifty thousand sheets to Paris. Then Paris went to the cashier to pay for a can of cold drink.

Asha continued her shopping accompanied by Arga's sentences that did not stop making her angry. Arga just smiled amusedly. His girl was grumbling wanting to beat him up right now.

***

After fifteen minutes in spent Paris alone sitting in front of the glass walls of the minimarket, finally they both appeared. Deliberately given some seating for visitors in front of the glass walls of this minimarket.

"Finally.." said Paris very relieved. Then immediately to the car door while Arga is still walking behind him. Asha also headed for the back door on the other side of the car. Arga comes in front first. Followed Paris and Paris later. Grocery items deliberately brought Arga to be placed on the front bench because freely.

Asha's phone rings. Upon seeing the caller, Asha received the call with an involuntary sumringah.

"Who's calling you?" asked Arga from the bench behind the wheel. Paris could hear the question but she kept quiet even though something was awkward.

"Cakra" whispered Asha as if she did not want to know that she was with Arga. His hands also kept the phone away from his ears.

"Wear the loud speaker mode," Arga's command suddenly. Asha looked towards Arga. I wonder why I should change that mode. Wouldn't the conversation be heard by everyone? It is not an important phone, but if you have to listen to the conversation with Cakra to everyone, Asha is reluctant.

"Sorry, I'll talk fast. It's just a short conversation" Asha argued softly as she closed her phone so that Cakra would not hear her objection. Arga slammed the steering wheel to the left. He pulled the car over on the side of the road and stopped

"I said use loud speaker mode, Asha!" arga commands while with a clear-sounding grit of teeth. Arga growled furiously. Forcing Paris who was playing her mobile phone to look up to hear her brother scream.

Asha was stunned in her seat. He let Cakra speak for himself. Paris was shocked and astonished by the rude scream just now. His brother was angry, he knew. But the reason Arga was angry, Paris did not understand.

Asha's hand was floating with both of her eyes staring at Arga in disbelief. Arga got out of the car and took his foot to walk towards the door Asha sat down.

"Get out" pinta Arga. Paris is still flabbergasted. What's wrong with her brother? After a long sigh as if running out of oxygen to breathe, Asha followed Arga's will. His hand disconnects Cakra's phone unilaterally. Paris was confused and got out of the car. Paris is not approaching.

"Moving. Sitting at the front," Arga ordered as he bent down to take the three large crackles of shopping earlier and put them next to Paris. Asha got into the car through the front door. Arga also entered the car after confirming Asha entered first. Paris finally got in the car.

"Why are you arguing?" asked Arga after a few minutes all silenced.

"What is this really about?" ask Asha at last.

"You don't know? Really?" asked Arga holding back the anger.

"No." replied Asha short and firm. This makes Arga more and more careless. Paris in the back seat was getting dumb and feeling stupid.

"So why the hell?" Paris finally opened its voice. Asha turned to Paris who was in the back for a moment. As if giving support for her question to her brother.

"I don't like him to argue when I tell him to wear the loud speaker mode. Wasn't he talking to a man?"

"Why?" ask Paris plain. Asha looked at Arga. Thanks to Arga's attitude, Paris began to wonder.

"Because she's my lover, Paris," Arga said as she looked calmly at Asha. No matter what he told me was his sister. Asha's employer too. This made Asha snort. Actually, he wanted no one to know about this. But Arga proudly presents the relationship.

"You guys?" asked Paris in disbelief, while advancing his body. Wanted to see and hear the answer from Asha's lips. But Paris heard nothing from Asha's side. No objection at all. Seeing Asha's nature, Paris knew she would definitely argue politely. But this time he was silent. No meaningful answer, yes.

Arga doesn't care about the silent Asha. This woman did not reject him. So he has the right to publicly announce his relationship.

"Whoever I want to know what you're talking about" Arga continued.

"You're overreacting" Asha protested.

"No. Moreover, looking at your cheerful face while on Cakra's phone, I also need to know what you guys are talking about. I deserve to know about that," Arga said as she looked at Asha coldly. Asha confirmed his sitting. Trying to secure his back against the shoulders of the car seat.

Paris closed her gaping mouth looking at their interaction. Looks like Paris is shaken. Asha busied herself while looking towards the road. Paris was busy calming down from her shock. Arga also started running the car.

Asha looked back, "Your sister was very surprised to hear your announcement," Asha said, disturbing Arga's composure in driving the car. Also wanted to melt the atmosphere.

"Don't mind," replied Arga flatly without turning her head. Asha glanced sideways, towards Arga. The man still had a stiff face.

"This is our first day so I and you are in the real sense. Better remove that sour face. I don't like it" Asha said no more Paris. Arga did not answer. "It's a new thing. Still weird to me. Sorry..," said Asha slowly. Suddenly the car stopped. Asha glanced at Arga.

"I might also be overreacting. Sorry to make you uncomfortable," said Arga softened. Asha blinked and nodded at Arga's words. "Paris, close your eyes!" arga's orders suddenly make Paris look forward, but his brain is still not connected. This made Asha wary.

"What are you gonna do?" tanya Asha straightened her back. Put a barricade on his body.

"none. I just told her to close her eyes, she might be tired" Arga said, raising her eyebrows innocently. "What are you thinking, Sha. Throw out your dirty brains. Basic pervert.." ledek Arga while grinning satisfied.

Goddamnit!!