My servant, Asha

Arga's Business

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Asha was still standing in front of the door of the young master's room. His one hand holding the door handle remained motionless. While the other hand was still hanging carrying a laundry basket belonging to Arga. His head lowered slightly and took a deep breath. Sigh tired of being detained.

"Oh, Paris..." Asha tiptoed in shock as she raised her head, as she saw this girl appearing suddenly beside her.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Asha replied with a stiff smile. He did not expect Paris to be at Arga's doorstep. At present. When he tried to calm his heart. As Paris suspected, Asha and her sister were in the room. If only it were like that, they would have heard what her mother had spoken about earlier.

"Sir Arga is inside?" tanya Paris made sure while glancing towards the door of Arga's room.

"Yes," answered Asha briefly. He was a little awkward and weird because Paris just kept staring at him. "Is there something on my face?" tanya Asha cut off the view of her mistress.

"No" answered Paris. After he conferred with himself, whether he would decide to ask about his mother's words earlier or not, he finally decided not to ask. It's outside his territory. He shouldn't have asked about that. Curiosity in Paris is turbulent. He was upset himself.

"Where is your laundry? I'll bring her down" Asha said with a familiar look on her face. Paris hesitated to immediately go get the laundry. Among still want to ask about the woman who will be introduced by her mother to Kak Arga or ask why the facial expression does not show the symptoms that exist in a person, he said, when the person is hurt or something.

Was he not hurt, shaken or what?

"There's... There," said Paris pointing back, towards her room slowly and without looking. Then they both walked to Paris' room. Asha walked following from behind. It turned out that Paris had prepared her laundry basket on the doorstep. Asha leaned over to pick up Paris's basket and tote it.

"I'm coming down" said Asha and then went down the stairs. Paris still sees that back from behind. He was still thinking about the introductions his mother planned.

Could it be that he did not hear Mother's voice? Just think of it that way. Looks like he's okay.

At the end of the hallway, Paris saw her brother coming out of the room. He was tidy with work clothes and was about to come down as well.

"So.. big brother is inside, right? Together with Brother Asha," Paris pointed to Arga's room with his chin.

"Yes. What's up?"

"Definitely hear the words of mother." eyes of Paris investigated the look on Arga's face, it turns out he just smiled.

Paris wanted to say something more, but Arga had already gone down the stairs while saying, "I know what you want to say. Thank you for helping to get Mommy out of my room immediately. You better come down, make breakfast." Arga's feet stopped and heed, "I'll drop off to school if you want" a rare offer. Paris throbs.

"No. I'm getting Sandra," Paris refused.

"OKAY. I go to the dining room first" Arga said without turning her body again. His voice slowly sounded slow because Arga had started to move away.

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Asha who passed in front of the dining room was intercepted by the gaze of Madame Wardah who was a little surprised why Asha appeared from that direction. Paris said it had come down. Asha's eyes blinked repeatedly trying to calm down. He should be able to remain calm despite knowing Mrs Wardah was paying attention.

"I think you're back at the wash, Sha," said Mrs Wardah, who had doubts about the information.

"Yes, Madam," replied Asha. He wanted to search safely with a faint answer while slightly bending his body. After living Mrs Wardah to the second floor, now it is Bik Sumi's turn to leave Mrs Wardah alone in the kitchen. Bik Sumi was sent to the market because there are still people who forget to buy for dinner later.

"You put the laundry in the back, then help me..." Asha nodded. Just then Arga appeared from behind the dining room door. He could still see Asha's body walking backwards while breathing a sigh of relief. It seems Mrs Wardah was suspicious.

After giving the dirty clothes to Rike, Asha returned to the kitchen.

The great master also appeared in the dining room. His hand held the newspaper because it had been on the front page so the newspaper could be directly in the can. Asha immediately turned her steps towards the pantry made of green granite stone on the right.

Arga's eyes watched her girl from her seat. He stole a glance as Asha was conversing with her mother. Arga slightly bit her bitter lips upon seeing that interaction.

Paris emerged from behind the door and sat down in front of her brother. Then smiled when Asha came to bring food that had been placed on a serving plate to be arranged on the dining table. Asha.

Arga's eyes were still looking at the girl. Asha knows that. Sometimes he also glanced at Arga just want to see directly the eyes that were looking at him with a warm gaze.

"Ga, Mommy has good news for you" said Mrs Wardah. Arga turned to the direction of his bunda who was still in the pantry quickly. Paris was just about to pluck a pedicab at the table and see the bunda.

Asha still placed the serving plate on the table without having to turn to Madame Wardah. Mr. Hendarto did not listen. He only read his newspaper in a solemn manner.

"What news, Bun?" ask Arga to ask.

"After work, go home. Mother there is a guest who really wants to meet you," Mrs Wardah smiled meaningfully. From behind his reading glasses, Mr. Hendarto glanced at his wife

"Whose guests? How come you just heard it.."

"You make Arga, Daddyh.." Madame Wardah smiled with both of her eyebrows raised in delight.

"Why didn't I know any of my guests would come to this house?" asked Arga calmly but also firmly. Paris glances. This tone is well known to Paris. It's the tone of speech when Arga is furious and wants to be angry but in an elegant way.

He'll use that tone of speech on Mother? Wow, this is the first time.

"Because he told Mother first. New Mother who tells you," Mother smiled.

"Why tell the new mother tell me? Isn't that my guest?"

"Because he wants to talk to you first. And then I can meet you.." Mrs Wardah began to falter a little when she would answer him. Asha who was already standing back to them in the place of washing the dishes, exhaled a long breath. She realizes Arga's tone suggests she wants to be angry.

Asha understands Mrs Wardah will discuss the woman.

"Why do my guests need to pass through Mother if there is a need with me?" asked Arga with a hint of annoyance that was beginning to show.

Relax Arga..

"Arga stop it." Father's ambush in an authoritative deep voice. Arga wet his lips while taking a deep breath. If you act, it's a little stressful for everyone.

"Mother wants to introduce you to someone. Maybe a girl. Isn't that right, my wife?" continued Dad tried to directly tell Arga what the Mother planned. He disconnects Arga's questions because he finds out that his son is holding back his anger because of things like this.

"Yeah... Mother will indeed introduce you to a daughter of a friend Mother." Mrs Wardah opened her own surprise box. He actually wants to give a surprise that is actually not a surprise anymore because it is the habit of Mother. Arga and Paris know.

"Why introduce me to a woman again." sighed Arga annoyed.

"Don't whine like a boy, Arga. Your mother is just doing introductions, not matchmaking. What are you fussing about? Isn't that right, my wife?" ask Mr. Hendarto again. The faced Madame Wardah hesitated to answer. He brought his friend's daughter with the intention of matchmaking. With the background and also the appearance of his friend's daughter is good, he believes Arga can accept him as a couple. Mrs Wardah was hopeful about that.

"Y-yeah like that." replied Mrs Wardah relented. Nynoya Wardah widened her eyes to slightly repel the sense of defeat because it had relented. This she had to do because her husband had intervened by opening his voice. Usually Mr. Hendarto would just shut up and leave everything to Mrs Wardah. For some reason this time Mr. Hendarto needs to participate in using his authority in the game Wardah.

"So it's just an introduction, isn't it?" ask Arga reassuringly.

"Yes, this is just an introduction" replied Mrs Wardah, thinning her lips.

"It's just an introduction to Paris, not an arranged marriage. You heard Mother's word, didn't you?" ask Arga again to Paris. Paris' lips pulled up a little to pout her brother. He knew Arga wasn't saying it out loud to him.

Arga deliberately repeated the sentence and slowly let someone know and hear. He wanted someone's heart back there not to be agitated. Arga wanted to make that heart unscratched. Because he'll be the first one to get hurt when that heart hurts.

You can feel relieved, Sha.

Asha washes dishes by thinning her lips. Her eardrum was able to receive a veiled message from Arga's sentence just now. He is able to absorb Arga's concerns about him.