My servant, Asha

A long silence

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Mrs Wardah puts her shoulders down. It was okay to see Arga because it was time for breakfast so he could meet his son at the dinner table.

Paris still looked anxiously and tensely towards her sister's room. She hoped her mother would leave there soon and make the two human children in the room breathe a sigh of relief.

Paris believes Asha must be afraid of the presence of her mother. If they weren't lovers, Paris wouldn't be this scared. He didn't have to lie and play a show to Mrs Wardah.

Hearing the door of Arga's room being closed quickly, his mind drifted into the beautiful land of nowhere. Which he probably couldn't have imagined as a child. Maybe so.

Paris is still watching Mrs Wardah who is still not leaving.

"If you return, I will tell you that she was sought by your mother" Paris said with the intention of expelling her mother.

Kakaohakk! You owe me!

"Oh, Mommy want to go to the kitchen? Yep. I'll go to the dining room, when it's time for breakfast!" Paris deliberately raised her voice so that two humans in the room - either side of which - could hear and become calmer when the mother had gone.

Still behind the door, Arga and Asha fell silent. The kiss that landed on Asha's lips just now became the last border of Arga's face bright and happy. Currently the two were stunned themselves with the last sentence of Madame Wardah who was in front of this room.

Arga can't say anything. What was just heard from the lips of his mother, is a sensitive thing for those who become a couple. The two of them are already in love, but clearly Mrs Wardah will introduce a woman to her son.

When their current relationship is employer and servant, a sentence like this will not create a long-stretched silence at this time. Although surprised by the words of Mother Arga just now, Asha can still look calm.

He could still look up for a moment to see Arga's response. In contrast to her, Arga caught her mother's words with pushy eyes. He seemed to be unable to accept those words with Asha who was with him.

Arga lowered his gaze. Seeing Asha with a scared face. She knew for sure, the girl in front of her was heartbroken, angry to hear her mother discuss another woman. Although they were convinced that the mother was no longer there, they were still in place. Or rather they cannot move. Their bodies felt frozen and firmly stuck behind the bedroom door.

Asha's eyes that were originally looking at Arga, this time were staring straight. Still with her eyes down, Arga looked at Asha and released her hand that was trapping the girl's body on the wall.

"I should have covered your ears like this" said Arga, beginning to make a sound while covering Asha's ears with both hands, "Or even go out and say that I don't need to introduce another woman because I already have you here," This time Arga forced the head of Asha to look at her.

"I don't know about this and I don't want to hear about it" Arga said with guilty eyes. He tried to emphasize the sentence to show that his parent's sentence had nothing to do with him. Unless it's your own mother's idea.

Asha just kept quiet while looking at Arga who was huffed and worried Asha would think otherwise.

"You're gonna believe me, right?" insist Arga because this girl just silently did not comment with his explanation.

"Sweet...," said Asha Short. Hearing that Arga reacted strangely.

"What's wrong with you? You mocking me?" Arga removed both his hands from Asha's cheeks.

"No. I was moved," said Asha, lowering her voice and looking down. Asha was pleased Arga immediately panicked and took pains to explain with various sentences of refutation if it was spoken without his involvement.

Actually Asha does not need a long explanation of this. He knew about rich parents who often introduced their children to the daughters of other rich families.

Asha understood that very well. So he didn't have to over-express when it came out of Mrs Wardah's lips. Because from the first time she agreed to Arga's invitation to enter the fairy tale world, Asha knew something like this would come up.

Arga hugged Asha again. This time not a hug of wanting to tease or desire. Arga hugged Asha to melt her discomfort as there would be things that troubled the two of them, which began to be read from her Mother's sentence just now.

"You okay?" asked Arga while rubbing Asha's hair with love.

"What about your mother's words?" asha asked pulling her body a bit away, but with Arga's arms still coiled on her pelvis. Arga nodded.

"I'll try to calm down to please you. But actually I can't calm down thinking about you,"

"Just think about your job. Your brain is valuable to your company,"

"Did I hear the taunts again?" asked Arga with narrowed eyes. Asha released Arga's embrace.

"You sound very sensitive" Asha accused.

"I can't think about anything other than Mother's words. That was very surprising. I'm so afraid you're hurting" said Arga.

"I'm tough, you know? Paris says I'm a hotshot, no" said Asha pointing to herself. Finally Arga relented by nodding his head attentively. Saying Asha's sentence so that she also calms down.

"What do I need to do here? Take laundry? Give it to me." Asha moved her finger asking for the laundry basket.

"I can be a little relieved to see you like this. All right," said Arga, scrambling Asha's hair before she took the laundry basket. Asha straightened her hair.

Then Arga handed the basket to Asha. Asha's hand reached out to receive the sodoran. Suddenly Arga's hand pulled the basket again in panic.

"What are you doing?" grunts Asha.

"Before a minute, let go of this basket first" Arga's pinta panicked and nervous. Asha frowned in surprise. "What's wrong?" ask Asha to demand. He had no idea what Arga was doing.

"Anu... That," Arga was really nervous. Arga's eyes moved uncomfortably. Asha's eyes glanced towards the basket and found something ludicrous there. There was a perfectly loosened underwear on top of the basket.

Asha snorts funny. During this time, Arga wrapped it neatly even though eventually Asha would wash it too.

"That? What makes you nervous?" Asha finds the root of Arga's nervousness. Arga's lips clicked, "Every day I wash it for you. Why do I need to feel awkward?" asha asked clearly in an ordinary tone without any discomfort, replaced with a dismissive tone in his sentence. Arga scratched his head that was not itching.

The tail end of Asha's eyes found Arga's cute side awkward because of a slug of underwear on top of the laundry basket. Asha's lips thinned to feel well, got pleasure that was rarely found since she knew Arga.

Asha's eyes looked at Arga happily. This can slightly forget the words of Mrs Wardah about the woman who will be introduced to her son.

Asha approached Arga who was slightly flushed on her cheekbones. Arga looked at Asha who was already standing right before him doubtfully and blushed.

Sweet, scream Asha heart.

"You," Asha's index finger pointed just above the chest of Arga's field. "That almost every day desires to kiss me, even to touch me... Why is it blushing about those panties?" ask Asha - slowly. He also pressed somewhat deeply on each of his words for the man to understand what he was saying.

Asha's eyes turned cold and provoking. As if intentionally saying so that Arga reacts. Arga quickly raised his head without hesitation.

Didn't expect her girl to suddenly become a brave adult woman. Arga's eyes blinked. Stunned and amazed. This was the first time Asha had looked at him with her sensual, perceptible eyes. Arga's desire rose again. His hands could not bear to not pull the body closer to him. In an instant, Asha's body had already managed to get caught in his embrace.

"A kiss was enough you stole, Ga.." Asha glared away while distancing Arga's face. Apparently he remembered. Arga chuckled softly in response to her girl's accusation just now. He still desired to kiss Asha at this moment. "I will definitely be looking for Wardah's mistress" this sentence stopped her desire to kiss Asha.

Arga sighed tiredly. He was forced to let go of his embrace.

"When to work. It's time to wash it now," Asha said with eyes pointing to the laundry basket that was near Arga with ignorant and mischievous eyes.

Arga rubbed his face because he could not remove the shame that had reappeared. His lips laughed at themselves. Asha snatched the laundry basket and prepared to leave the room.

A deep, long breath was taken by Arga to calm her heart.

He can still be calm, even teasing me. What's he thinking? Mother's talk has no effect on her? That's totally impossible. Any woman will surely hurt her lover will be introduced to other women who eventually lead to the word matchmaking. I'm sure Asha understood that, but just now, what was that?