My servant, Asha

Commemorative

Rike glared up when he knew there was a souvenir. His hands immediately embraced Asha's body tightly.

"So Brother Asha really came out the same young master yes.", whispered Rike. Rike's face looks happy to tease Asha. Asha thought about it calmly. Without any unnecessary excitement.

"Please, on everyone's share. Tell me the young master bought it." Asha did not forget to say this. Rike nodded. Asha heaved a sigh of relief. Accompanying the young master the streets turned out to be exhausting. Full of drama and emotion. Asha tried to enjoy everything.

Wellh.just enjoy Asha. Although tired, your heart is happy, right?

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After Paris found out that Asha was officially her sister's lover, Paris seemed to often pay attention to her secretly. Their relationship remained as usual, only that this sableng girl was more intensely scanned it.

Actually Asha was uncomfortable, but she let Paris do it. He realized, maybe the young lady was still surprised to hear Arga's announcement. Moreover, the woman who became her brother's lover was a servant in her own home. As the young miss might have thought, this one servant is a bit outrageous. Dare to approach and seduce his young master.

But Paris understood how this servant. She understands Asha is not the type of flirtatious woman who likes to flirt with men. Precisely Asha type cold women who are indifferent to men except about basketball of course.

"Don't pay attention to me, Paris, '" said Asha in the kitchen with Paris this evening. After they had all finished eating, they wanted to try making something. Cooking lessons begin. According to the materials in the refrigerator, they can learn to make stir-fry. There are bok choy, carrots and frozen baso.

Actually whatever ingredients are available in the refrigerator, Asha will still force cooking stir-fry. It was cooking in safe mode according to him.

"Eh, I always seem to be watching Asha's sister, huh?" paris asked as she realized that she was constantly watching her servant sister. He knows. It's just reasoned. Then Paris grinned.

"Yes," answered Asha while starting to peel carrots using a peeler. It was easier and faster than wearing a knife.

"Let me peel that. It seemed exciting," Paris, who was just sitting at the dinner table, now stood up. Walk towards Asha and stand in front of the kitchen table. Asha handed over the carrot and the peeler. Then give an example of peeling it, as well as the formation of the pieces.

"Should it be shaped like this, brother?" ask Paris who seems to have an idea to make another cut.

"No. That's the prettiest cut for a carrot when it's stir-fried. I think so," explained Asha. Paris nodded his head.

"You have any idea of cutting with another shape?" asha asked, making Paris smile.

"No. It will be strange to see it. Let it be like this," replied Paris while continuing to peel. Asha also cuts bok choy. After it was over, he went on to peel garlic and onion as ingredients to make the seasoning. Then take as much cayenne pepper as possible to create an amazing spicy sensation.

A silent atmosphere suddenly crept into the kitchen. Paris focused on carrots. Still am. Asha focused on the spice. Their mouths are silent. Asha was agitated, she thought about what she would become as the young master's lover.

"Sorry," Asha's apology broke the silence and silence of the atmosphere between the two of them.

"Why Brother?" ask Paris without looking.

"On me and your brother," Asha said carefully after looking right and left, making sure there was no one. Paris looked slowly. His eyes looked at Asha with a look of understanding. Like waiting for this conversation.

"I don't know. That's Arga's decision not mine. So I have no right to talk about it," Asha nodded. I don't understand the meaning of the word Paris. Like agreeing and not. Clarity is still faint. However Asha could only nod and stop this sensitive talk.

Expecting the blessing of his sister? I'm kind of thinking no-no. The more creative I get. Goody! Didn't Arga say I needed to think creatively?

In Asha's heart was also terrified if Paris had told Mrs Wardah. Asha did not dare to imagine the employer knew that her beloved son was in love with his servant.

"I didn't tell Mommy," Paris obviously knew Asha's anxiety, "As I said, I have no right to talk about it to anyone," paris continued as if to emphasize that she did not tell anyone in this house about being her brother and Asha.

Then can I be relieved?

The cooking ingredients are ready to cook. Just wait for the carrot in Paris' unfinished hands. Asha let her young miss struggle to complete her own task. There's no help whatsoever. Just orders.

"I had expected Brother Arga to have another concern for Brother Asha, because I often found him seductive and gave another look to Brother Asha. If only once twice might be natural, but brother Arga repeatedly looked and smiled meaningfully when he saw Brother Asha." Suddenly Paris reveals what she was thinking during the interaction of her brother and Asha. Without looking. Discuss this openly. Asha was shocked. Didn't expect Paris to have noticed her brother for a long time.

"But I wonder, why does Brother Asha also have the same feeling as Brother Arga?" The Paris question made Asha blink her eyes and be ashamed. This time Paris looked at him.

"Oh that..," answered Asha.

Asha was speechless hearing Paris' sentence that sounded very deep. This little girl who was talking about her belief in accepting Arga as a lover. This girl did a special interview where she could be accepted as Arga's lover completely or just as an identity. Or just intimidating a servant who dares to be in love with his young master.

Asha gulped. Paris' eyes looked at him deeply. The seriousness of Paris creates a tension that is not playful. She is a young lady. Boss Asha. He has an absolute aura of power. This tension is more than when Paris is angry with Chelsea about the betrayal.

"He doesn't love easily, that's all I know. But it turns out that brother Arga can love brother Asha when he is still revolving about Chelsea in his heart. He ditched everything about Chelsea easily because of Asha's sister. I'm amazed at that." Paris was not angry. His tone was calm. Even very calm. But every word is very deep. It's like putting all his emotions in it.

"My brother is a fragile person when it comes to love. I understand that better than he does. He's not the vindictive type to irritate me either. That's a good trait anyway, but to be able to be ordinary after being betrayed is obviously annoying," Asha knew about this. Many times this young lady lays out her hatred for Chelsea. The woman who betrayed her brother.

"Don't extend the list of people I hate when Asha can't be sure that she really loves Arga wholeheartedly" Paris said calmly. But Asha heard this as a threat and a warning. The look on her face was emotionlessly angry or hateful and disliked, but Asha could understand the darkening aura behind Paris' lips uttering that line. Again he swallowed.

"I'm an easy guy. It is good if others are good. So it's evil that other people are bad." added Paris then handed the cut carrot that has been cut off. Asha accepted the result of the piece in silence. Asha's mind became mixed. Cooking lessons that are just starting out turn out to carry a heavy burden due to additional material.

"I believe Brother Asha is good," said Paris then while patting the shoulder of Asha slowly which became stiffened due to serious conversation just now. Asha glanced towards the young miss standing beside her. It's like calming Asha.

There was at least a pinch of relief I could breathe, to give my lungs air, so that I could breathe in a regular rhythm.

"I'm getting ready to see Brother Asha cooking," Paris continued in a normal tone as usual. This little girl tried to melt the atmosphere. Asha thinning lips.

"Not an expert but please see and learn," said Asha presents to Paris watching his level one cooking demo.

"Siipp.." answered Paris with a thumbs up.

Because they are still amateurs, their cooking event takes a long time even though it is finally finished. Arga who had just come from the office, saw that there were shadows in the dining room that fused with the kitchen. Because of his instincts or he was just curious, his feet came to a standstill to climb to the second floor and step into the place of the shadow.

Arga held the door handle and opened it. In the pantry, two of her favorite girls were having a small laugh. Arga's eyes circulated to see the state of the kitchen that was still collapsed. Looking at the door in someone's open they turned.

"What are you doing?" asked Arga while stepping towards the dining table.

"Cooking exercise. Brother Asha told me how to cook a stir-fry," replied Paris rejoicing. This is her first cooking show. Hearing the name Asha called, Arga grew more and more enthusiastic. Asha's eyes widened when she found Arga's eyes glancing at the plate containing her cooking just now. He panicked in case the man would taste his cooking. Asha still did not have the confidence to offer her cooking to others, let alone to this man.

Asha's hand grabbed the plate to avoid Arga.

"I want to try your cooking" said Arga preventing Asha from taking away her cooking.

"No. It's just for me and Paris" Asha refused.

"I can't eat with us if I want to" Paris said heartlessly. Asha had deliberately grabbed dishes to avoid it, Paris instead offered.

"I'm sure he doesn't like it, Paris." Asha still survives.

"Why?" ask Paris for wonder. Arga pulled his face and frowned.

"He can't stand spicy dishes" Asha said slowly as she looked at Arga. Almost Paris asked why Asha could tell Arga did not like spicy. Because Asha's involvement in cooking in the kitchen in this house is very little. Then Paris rewired the memory box on his brain, yes. So that can be easily known.

"Make it again, for me." pinta Arga.

"No," the Paris protests swore. Asha did not expect him to protest about this. "Don't ask brother Asha to cook it again. It was enough for him to bother with just one dish. If he had to make it again from the beginning, he would not rest at this expired working hour." Paris knows very well the difficulty of cooking for beginners, even if only one cuisine.

Where if after tasting, the taste of the cuisine is too salty and so on. It discourages me to cook again.

"Well, take me out for a meal, Sha?" ask Arga. Paris glanced at Asha.

"There is Bi Sumi's cuisine. I can warm up if you want to eat," Asha pointed to Bik Sumi's cooking at her back table. Arga shakes. She not only wants to eat out, but also wants a date. Since Asha is still asking Arga to hide the relationship, this man must have a reason to be able to ask Asha out.

"Sir Asha just came out," said Paris as if knowing Asha just wanted to run away from her brother. Perhaps one of the reasons is his words. Although Paris believes Arga has his own way when his heart is hurt, he also wants to give a little picture for anyone who fills his brother's heart. He doesn't care who that woman is either. As a servant even as Asha, if able to take good care of her brother's heart everything becomes possible.

Please love brother Arga as long as you are able to give him happiness.