My servant, Asha

Unrest

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Still in the same area but a different place, where there is Paris and Sandra friends. Paris who deliberately moved away from her brother actually had no idea where to go. She just went with her sister so she had another reason to ask Asha out.

"Barusan brother Arga same brother Asha right? The waiter in your house, that's." Sandra said as she picked up the lollipop. Paris nodded, "They're dating, huh."

"Not a kayak, but yes." explains Paris. Sandra's face was red and beautiful. His lips pursed an anxiety hearing the story of Paris about her brother being made with the housekeeper, sister Asha. "Eits, can't bucket anywhere about this, yeah. Your mouth must be guarded. Be careful if this news reaches your family. It could be the same report as my bundle" Paris said, threatening and warning Sandra before things became widespread.

"Mmm. This is so sweet, Paris. So sweet's. Your brother is like a prince who loves an ordinary but special woman. Mm mm... It's exciting, Parissss.." said Sandra while lapping Paris' arm with an anxiety that can not be tolerated.

Paris nodded unenthusiastically at Sandra's trembling.

"Your sister's story is like in a Barbie fairy tale... I became a hustle myself imagining the two of them going out secretly. Brother Asha is really cool, like you gini. A tough hotshot that's anti-mainstreem." Sandra flicked her fingers while raising both of her eyebrows towards Paris. Sandra's body just kept moving because of the trembling pleasure.

"It has. Don't keep moving. You look like caterpillars deh.." maki Paris see Sandra can not be silent trembling trembling trembling because of this love story.

"Well, Paris doesn't understand true love."

"Do you know true love yourself? We who meet women every day and pingit in the boarding school know love..."

"Indeed. At school you are the dream of women in boarding school. Your manhood as the school's hero makes them look at you like an idol. That's weird but it's exciting. That's why I want to be your friend" Sandra hugged Paris' body.

"So if I'm not cool, you don't want to be my friend.."

"Perhaps" Sandra answered sticking out her tongue. Paris snorts manyun. Their steps continued down this vast Mall aisle aimlessly. There is a watch outlet on the right, Paris turns its feet towards that outlet.

Soon her brother's birthday, she wants to give him a gift later. Arga often wears both analog and digital watches. This gift will be useful. Sandra even though no interest, if Paris is hijacked, okay.

"What's your brother, Dra?"

"Sister Biema? why?"

"Kok why, anyway? It's because of you that I attacked him, you know!" Paris is on the blood again. He himself began to discuss this topic.

"Yes, yeah..  I recall. At first he was angry. Moreover, his face fit it was bruised because of you and asked Mama."

"Where's your mom's response?" tanya Paris turned to look at Sandra Cenas.

"Silent... My brother will not reveal his own defeat. She knew enough that by telling the incident, she would know that she had been defeated by a woman. So brother silenced with reason to fall and so on," explained Sandra with occasional lips. Think it's common. It is not something that should scare Paris.

"Can I feel relieved?"

"could. Biema's equal business is safe."

"Thank God. I can rest easy" said Paris straightening her shoulders again.

Suddenly Paris's feet stopped and took Sandra away, but she forgot the door was there. Sandra who was being pulled by Paris was confused.

"Why the hell, Paris?"

"We must be insistent. Dodge," said Paris chanting something.

"Avoiding who?" sandra did not understand. Paris is panicking at the moment.

"I'm sure you're avoiding me" said a voice. Ahhhh!! Paris cried out in his heart.

"Oh, upperclassman. Hello.." hello Sandra's friendly. Is correct. Paris saw this upperclassman at the door. He is a perfect, nice guy who meets Paris in a traditional market. Paris nodded to say hello without saying anything. Forced.

"Why did you avoid Brother Lei?" ask Sandra without shrinking her voice. Paris patted Sandra's back slowly. I meant to get Sandra to shut her bucket. Sandra's eyes turned to Lei and grimaced in shock.

"When I wish I knew you guys better, because we're one school" Lei said. His eyes were staring at Paris. Your word is used only to reduce the discomfort that disturbs Paris. This girl just felt embarrassed, she was also actually happy to meet him, Lei.

"Yes, brother. We are new kids at school too. Please help, yes. What's sister's number?" ask Sandra suddenly. Lei's eyes lifted in shock at the point of asking for a mobile phone number from a girl. But his lips are smiling. He decided to give me a mobile number.

Then Lei mentioned the twelve numbers to Sandra, sprightly Sandra typing on her phone and saving it. After that, send your own number.

"It has. I'm save ya. Then..he?" lei asked while glancing at Paris. This girl is not interested. Sandra nudged Paris' arm. Head of Paris. "Sir Lei asked your number," Sandra said.

"Oh, just give it through your number," said Paris while pointing to Sandra's phone. Lei did not expect that the girl would easily give her number. You see, Paris has put on a reluctant look.

"Yes, brother. I sent it to brother's number, deh," Lei nodded.

"What are you doing? Looking for a gift again?" lei asked who was looking around.

"Yes, it's a birthday present" Sandra replied. This girl was indeed friendly, she saw Paris who seemed reluctant to answer, so she positioned herself as a spokesperson.

"No. My brother." This time Paris answered. Like not wanting to be ambiguous just in case Sandra answers again. Lei nodded with a face like he was holding back a smile. He seems to be happy. Lei's phone rang, his eyes fixed on the screen.

"I'll go first, yeah.. We can meet again at school. Thank you for the phone number" Lei said goodbye and left. Paris let out a long breath and threw it away slowly.

"You why the hell? Not like Paris usually," asked Sandra astonished. Paris was the coolest and toughest girl in her school.

"He's handsome. I'm not as strong as a handsome guy. Her body is good too. Aih, can't stand the same thing," said Paris really like out of breath. His eyes widened in amazement.

"Waaa.. You've got a hanger disease again.."

"really. His strength is not good for the heart. Tightly beat my heart."

"But good for dong's eyes" Sandra asked in a seductive tone.

"Yes," Paris mesem.

"Trus, why did he avoid and keep quiet so much?"

"Therefore I became nervous and misbehaved. I feel thumping here, "pointing Paris to her chest with a bright face and a soft voice. Sandra giggles.

"Fall in love nehh.."

"Yes," still with a soft tone and lips that smile continuously. The ringing of Paris's cell phone disperse his daydreams of Lei. "Hello Brother Arga. Yes, sis..." It looks like Arga has finished eating and wants to go home.

"Sir Arga wants to go home" Paris said as she pressed the red button to stop Arga's phone call.

"Dihh. Nice on you dong,"

"Why?"

"His staff has been able to meet Lei's handsome brother. Lha... I, how's dong?"

"Don't be noisy. Let's just say it's your redemption that has led me to the police station" Paris said as she brought her body closer to Sandra. Whispering with rage. Sandra pias's.

"Oh my goodness Paris.. Not paid off yet. If I talk about it anyway I must have lost dong," whined Sandra.

"Whatever." Paris cuek's. Sandra hugged Paris' arms and swayed indistinctly.

"Yes, yeah. Don't pout me dong," sedu Sandra. He could not if he had to work with his friend Paris.

Arga and Asha sit first on a bench made of stainless provided by the Mall which is none other than Arga's subordinate. Asha looked in amazement. Not because of the size of the Mall, but because of the man next to it. He is the son of the owner of this place. Now he is his lover. Is it excessive if Asha feels amazed and often does not believe?

He is like a man living in a fairy tale. Asha's lips smiled.

"Smile your own smile, why?" search Arga.

"You, me and everything that is currently happening to me, like a fairy tale," Asha said. But those eyes looked sad.

"We go to the car yuk, Paris seems to be back again until," Arga reached out asking asha to stand up. Asha according. Then Arga placed his hand on Asha's shoulder. Then their feet stepped towards the parking area.

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Paris actually wanted to tell a story about Lei earlier, but he did not want to interfere with the moment of two people in front of him. So Paris kept her mouth shut up in front of the house.

"I go in first." said Paris.

"Yes" answered Arga and Asha almost simultaneously. Arga turned and approached Asha.

"I'm in too. I'm through the back" said Asha.

"I'm with you" said Arga firmly without wanting to be denied. Eventually the two of them walked towards the back door. Somehow they were silent and silent all the way to the back door.

Finally arrived also in front of the door gray and two decorative lights on both sides. There was a fan spruce tree as tall as the door, also on both sides.

"Sha," call Arga to make Asha's steps stop. Arga's feet were approaching. Asha's eyes stared waiting for Arga's continued sentence. Suddenly the big hand hugged Asha's body. Asha's eyes boughtak surprised. It's in the home area. Although it's late at night, but to cuddle here is a little scary.

"Ga... It's at home. Don't be like this." Asha gave a warning.

"Be quiet. Don'tdon't move. It's just a minute. I'm sure it's safe" Pinta Arga. Asha silenced the man, wrapped his hands around his waist and hugged him.

Arga drowned his head in the curve between his shoulders and neck. "Me, you and everything that happens to us is not a fairy tale, Sha. It's reality. Don't assume all this isn't real" Arga said, making Asha smile. "Our relationship is real. You can feel me hugging you tonight. Don't think anything." Arga could catch this girl's unease. Asha always felt anxious and anxious. Every time Arga was together, Asha could not allow herself to calm down. There were things that disturbed his mind.