My servant, Asha

Behind the door

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This morning Arga saw Asha passing down there. His hand immediately grabbed the phone and pressed the number one call on his quick call.

"Look up," pinta Arga with a thick pushy tone. Asha looked up at the face for a moment. Looked at Arga's face behind the window. "Beautiful," praised Arga.

"Don't make things up. From where you stand how do you know if my face turns swollen?"

"really? Wh why? You got a problem? You cried last night?" Arga strafed Asha with several questions at once.

"No way," argued Asha.

"Why? For a woman, it is natural to have a problem with crying. I have no problem with that" Arga said it with a sense of naturalness if such a woman also with full attention.

"You want me to cry?"

"That's right. I am the one who least wants you to cry in this world, other than your family," Asha heard Arga snort feeling funny, also upset Asha accused her like that. "Why should you cry? Don't you have a handsome boyfriend and love you?" A little narcissistic but it is.

"Don't just crombal. I've got a lot of work."

"You have no sweetness at all to your lover," said Arga growling.

"I'm not sweet, '" Asha said, not caring.

"really. It's you who's not sweet that makes you look sweet. Because you're not trying to be sweet in front of me and let yourself be who I'm interested in." The tone of this soft voice deeply disturbed Asha and made a happy red hue be painted on her face.

"You are a man who is good at using such words." Asha heard a slow nudity across there, "Don't go to the office?"

"It's still morning. I still have plenty of time to be able to make you blush even longer," Arga said as if he could see the red hue spreading across the surface of Asha's skin. He just guessed and thought. Asha was still looking towards him, the man who became her lover.

"Then my job?"

"yes too. You have to do your job. Come here," this time Arga's lips really smiled happily.

"Dry? Where's where?" ask Asha was-was.

"To my room. I'm waiting for you" whispered Arga hoarsely as she tried to create a sensual tone, making Asha's ears ticklish. If only Arga had not done it over the phone, Asha would definitely not just feel amused. Then Asha shook her head to throw despicable thoughts at her brain that were accidentally lodged there.

Asha stepped towards where Rike used to be to tell, she did not want Rike to be confused looking for her.

***

Right, it's still morning. The dining room is still empty. The dining table is still empty with no food available on it. Mrs Wardah is just starting to cook.

It would be strange if the young master had already prepared this early. Asha bowed in greeting to Madame Wardah as she passed by.

"Where are you going, Sha?" ask Mrs Wardah.

"To the second floor mistress take the laundry."

"You go to Arga's room and get the laundry. Lately he's been asking for the waiter who took it. Arga's room is at the end of the second floor hallway. Right above the drop-off area," Mrs Wardah told me. Though he went there indeed wanted to go to Arga's room. Asha felt ashamed of herself. Before he told him, Asha already knew the location of the young master's room first. He had even entered his eldest son's room.

As Asha was about to head to the second floor, she could see Mr. Hendarto talking to the people in the front yard.

"Sir Asha!" call Paris at the door of her room. Then immediately approached Asha and waited for Asha there. Waiting for Asha to climb the stairs and walk towards him. After Asha had reached the second floor, Paris grabbed her arm. Herding Asha into the lounge on the second floor.

"What's wrong? Very cheerful." said Asha suspiciously seeing the face of her young lady bright cheerful. Paris smiled gemes. " It's like falling in love again" Paris smakin messy while lapping Asha's arm slowly. Although slowly because of the tangles, Asha grimaced while pushing away Paris' hand so as not to continue to hit him.

"Eh? What the hell am I doing? I became like Sandra. Uhhh..." Suddenly Paris was self-conscious and shuddered. Asha does not understand the change of her young Miss. "ignored. This is serious, I..." Asha's phone rings. Asha's ears heard the ringing but tried to ignore it. Paris took a breath wanting to continue his sentence.

"I'm..." The phone rang again cutting off the sentence Paris. Asha raised her eyebrows not expecting the phone to ring forcefully. "Who the hell, brother. Bother people to talk, "getutu Paris. Asha smiled wryly at the grunts of her young miss. He tried to look at the phone screen.

Actually he does not need to show who has called him, but this time Asha is kind enough to show his privacy for young lady.

"Sir Arga?" paris was surprised. He could read it clearly because the name stored in the phone contact was not using a nickname that makes Paris difficult to interpret. Asha only uses Arga's nickname to name the phone number of the man who became her lover.

Asha nodded.

"Aihhh. It's been the story next time that Asha senggang. Away from the hunt kak Arga means." said Paris while widening his eyes as if it was difficult.

Since they were in love, Asha's leisure time was always filled by Arga. Not Asha intentionally leaving time for Arga. As the young master inside this magnificent mansion, Arga knew when Asha had already completed his task. When did Asha have free time because the work on that day was a little. Arga almost knew the Asha hours could be approached or not.

Even if Asha didn't have time, Arga would turn it into a can. Arga did everything to be with Asha.

"I go first" said Asha.

"Yes, yes, yes go, brother. Otherwise Arga's brother will be constantly urinating." Finally Paris gave up Asha to make her brother happy. He should be able to refrain from telling stories again today. Then he went back into the room to take the laundry for Asha and put it in front of the door with his basket.

Asha walked on bare feet. She had no sandals to wear inside the house due to her main job outside. Finally he arrived at the door. His right hand was raised to knock on the door. Apparently before successfully knocking on the door, Arga had already opened the door of the room and immediately pulled Asha's body into his room.

Asha snorted and almost screeched. But because Arga immediately closed the door and hugged her. Asha could also directly close her mouth.

"It's nice to be able to hug you again like this" said Arga, who has not yet worn her work clothes. He still wears a bright red shirt. From this close distance there is a distinctive aroma of Arga that began to be known and in the Asha poultice. A type of Eau de toilette perfume that has a lighter and refreshing aroma. Asha likes this scent. I also love it because this guy wears it. Asha stared fearfully at the door. It was as if someone was about to open the door suddenly while Arga was still hugging him.

"It has. Unleash it. Do you just want to hug me and tell me to come here?"

"Then I said yes you wouldn't agree. Or do you want to kiss me?"Asha rolled her eyes lazily. Someone is opening the door. This was a surprise for both of them. In a hurry Arga pushed Asha's body towards the door.

"Ga," call Mother. Make Asha tickle. His breathing was quick with fear and anxiety. Concerns manifested.

Suddenly the door opened while Arga was still holding her. Arga grimaced with pain when the door was deliberately pushed hard towards the wall to open wide. Door handle about Arga waist. Asha bit her lips to see Arga grimacing.

That must have hurt.

"Where's the kid?" Mrs Wardah looked around the empty room. "See your sister Paris?!" madame Wardah shouted loudly at Paris who emerged from her bedroom door.

"There was in his room" said Paris. Madam looked into the room again." The room is empty" said Mrs Wardah when she confirmed that she was right.

"Oh, huh? I didn't see brother Arga come out."

"Are you in front of the room?"

"No, but I'm sure brother Arga is still inside together... " The eyes of Paris. The beginning is gaping because it does not continue the sentence. He remembered something.

"Why can't the door of this room be fully open. What's behind this door..." Mrs Wardah was astonished and wanted to see what was behind the door.

"Bun!" paris shouted loudly and shockingly. Madame Wardah who was about to peek behind the door did not so because she heard the cry of Paris. "Why scream like that, Paris?" ask Mrs Wardah who had tiptoed shocked.

"I knew. Brother seemed to have come out of the room" said Paris with widened pupils, indicating that he was lying. Paris is acting pretty good.

"You said your brother was still in Paris' room?"

"No. No. gabe. I'm sure you're out of the room."

"And Asha?" Paris was getting more and more convinced the two of them were still in the room somewhere.

"Maybe you're gone too?" paris said with both eyes in panic. Either this is an answer or a question. Behind the door. Behind the panic of Paris as well as Asha, Arga smiles happily at their undeniable closeness. Their bodies were fused together without being able to do much.

Arga's hand that had hugged Asha now had to thin the body to make his hand docked to the wall, where it means Arga trap Asha's body. Making Asha who was able to escape the gaze of Arga's eyes because his head entered the man's body, now must look up because of shock with the arrival of the Wardah mistress.

Arga still took the time to tease Asha. Approaching his lips slowly. Asha who was forced to raise both hands on the wall as if deliberately trapped to pose surrender this time was silent.

Arga managed to land his lips that were still fresh because he had just finished bathing. Asha could not protest. At the moment he cannot grumble. His body was trapped by Arga's body. Only Arga's head could move freely as there was still a little space behind his head. Arga has complete control this time.

"The cup is so yes... Though the mother will tell him about a woman that Mother will introduce to him," said Mrs Wardah disappointed not to be able to find her son. The look on Paris's face changed too. There is anxiety and fear too.

Paris was sure there were both of them there. In a room that is considered empty by the mother.