My servant, Asha

Like a traitor

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Asha is helping to arrange pastries in jars and wet cakes on serving plates to serve to guests when they come later in the living room. Bik Sumi is also still busy cooking food in the kitchen that must be finished quickly, because later the guests will be invited to dinner here.

Asha's eyes looked at Paris who had just descended from the second floor with a bent face. Is he having a bad day?

"Why you?"

"I don't like family events like this. I must be told to be sweet to the woman who will be introduced to sister Arga later," grumbled Paris.

"What's wrong? Shouldn't we be nice to everyone?"

"Indeed right. But today I'm not being kind-hearted to act like that."

"Be sweet to the person does not need to choose the day. Because every day we have to be nice and kind to everyone,"

"But Brother Asha never behaves sweetly to brother Arga, tuh,"

Aih, this is a boy. Why do you talk about me with Arga anyway! The discussion went off track.

"Please don't talk about me" Asha couldn't hide her discomfort. But the sableng Paris paid no heed to the inconvenience of Asha. He's still talking about him and Arga.

"But for some reason, Brother Arga always said that Kak Asha is getting sweeter if Kak Asha is not being sweet. Weird right?" Asha's face warmed up a little. Embarrassed.

What are you guys talking about behind my back? Arga outrageously told that to his sister.

"Oh.." answered Asha short, short and vague. Just responding to the chat of his young lady.

Asha did not need to answer. That's a question that doesn't need an answer. Paris was not told by her sister. He only accidentally heard from Arga's own mouth when after teasing his lover. Paris stood up and walked into the living room.

Asha who was watching Paris leave, immediately turned her eyes down. Towards the food that has been arranged neatly on the serving plate, which is made of ceramic material, because currently a pair of eyes are staring at him from the second floor.

Arga began to descend from the second floor while sticking his eyes towards Asha. He who just came from the office immediately to the room cleaned up and prepared to meet the guests who would come in a moment. There was no time to see the girl. Only now could I find Asha.

"Have you eaten?" asked Arga as he stood in front of the table in the living room. Chief Asha looked up. It was strange why Arga asked that. Although most lovers are natural to ask that. Asha nodded later. "You look tired" Arga said with anxiety.

"Oh, that."

"Your job is more today?" asked Arga while walking down the table to approach Asha.

"Lumayan." Asha's eyeballs blinked and flicked his shoulders. It shows he is used to it. Today the work is more because it has to clean the living room and living room in more detail. It all has to do with the arrival of this guest.

"It should be tonight we can go out for a date. But tonight I have to end up here and like this" Arga said with a grim face.

"No problem. Isn't this just a moment," Asha tried to give Arga some vigor. What a strange attitude. Encouraging lovers when they will be introduced to other women? How shiny. Asha was broken in the heart.

"I feel like I'm betraying you." said Arga feeling guilty.

"No. You're not like that. Because if you were like that, you wouldn't be able to stand quietly near me." Asha's hand was still busy with her task.

"Why?"

"Because I have definitely crushed you and the woman you will introduce when you dare to betray me" Asha replied without turning her head. The likelihood of his face flat when he said it was one hundred percent. Asha was not aware of that.

The tip of Arga's lips lifted. He was painting a smile. Arga's outstretched hand touched Asha's hair. This touch made Asha look up in surprise.

Asha looked around. Trying to watch the door connecting the living room and the living room tensely. Fearful Madam and Master appeared from there. His eyes were round, protesting Arga's actions. But relaxed and calm, Arga let his fingers touch her hair. Asha immediately dodged by shifting her legs.

"Pull your fingers out of my hair" Asha pinta growled.

"You embarrassed?"

"It's not shy or blushing, Ga. It's a fear. What would happen if your parents knew that the beautiful hand of their beloved son was tainted by touching the butler,"

"Your words are a little cruel. If that's what's going to happen, I'll gladly tell them our relationship. So you don't have to be scared like this" said Arga seriously. Hearing this Asha fell silent. His eyes blinked tiredly and sighed faintly. Hiding from Arga's observation.

"no need. I still want to hide" Asha said softly.

"Ga!" call Mother from the doorway that connects the living room and the middle room. Asha's heart was already beating hard and his head reflexively lowered. Fortunately, Arga's hand had moved away from Asha's hair a few seconds before Wardah's voice called out.

"Yes!"

"They're coming. Mother wait in front," said Mrs Wardah.

"Yes!" After getting this answer, Madame Wardah twisted her body without seeing Arga again. He did not confirm whether Arga immediately followed him or not. Looking at the safe situation, Arga took the time to shuffle Asha's hair again while saying, "I can definitely finish this ridiculous introduction quickly." After that Arga walked away from the living room. Asha tidied her hair with a still remaining pounding in shock by the voice of Mrs Wardah.

Paris appeared again. Passing with Arga who was about to go to the living room.

"The woman came" Paris said.

"I know," replied Arga while taking a deep breath first, before starting to straighten his back to receive unwanted guests coming. Paris glanced at the breath just now. Then look towards Asha who is still arranging the living room table with various decorations and cakes for guests.

Paris snatched the cake at the serving plate and fed it into her mouth round and round. One mini donut shaped cake with fragrant coffee topping. One hap instantly vanished in Paris' mouth.

"We're out for a walk, yok," take Paris.

"There will be guests. You should meet them too, right?" Asha looked at the Paris who stood up and had a reluctant face.

"No. Mother knows I'm a troublemaker. Since it's still their first visit, mommy let me not join this show."

"really?" search Asha suspicious.

"Yeah.... "

"I can't get out of here. Gotta help Bik Sumi."

"Call Rike only" proposed Paris.

Asha disagreed. But Rike determinedly said, "Let me help Bik Sumi, mbak Asha just come out the same miss," This young girl is like helping her comrades to run away and avoid the bitterness of reality.

Seeing the fiery spirit from both Rike's eyes, Asha nodded slowly as she accepted Paris' offer to come out again.

"I told you to take Brother Asha. So you know Rike's replacing," Paris's timpals are trying to convince. Finally Asha left.

***

Asha left with a matic motorbike in this house. Paris gave up all rights to find a fun place to hang out to Asha.

"Oh, huh? You have no desire to take me somewhere?" Paris shakes.

"As for sister" answered Paris, letting Asha put her two arms forward. And that means Asha has to piggyback on her young miss.

"Wow" said Asha in amazement. He could not hide his joy of being able to get out of the house without Arga. It had been a long time since becoming the young master's lover, Asha had never been out having fun on her own. Because working here, all activities are monitored. Because other than curfew, Asha could not get out.

If Asha chooses a place to hang out, it must be the town square. Everything is free except food.

"Hi, Shaaah!!" shouted someone who was very in Asha's memorandum. They're a trio of geblks pal Asha. This time they appeared in the parking lot where they stopped as well. The face of Asha sumringah.

"Arga where? How two?" ask Cakra who has since seen Asha directly circulating his gaze around. Looking for a tall man who lately like being Asha's bodyguard only.

Cakra alone becomes like a bounded befriend with Asha. But he doesn't dispute that. Although initially they were both friends, but now their status is a lover. Cakra is not entitled to protest just because it is not given access to play with Asha anymore. Other than because he has no rights, Cakra might get a sharp innuendo that he will never forget.

"Jomlo will never understand" Cakra avoided the sentence. For Arga who is sometimes a little stiff anyway, he really understands his best friend will launch such a ledge. Cakra is a jomlo.

"We're just the two of us" replied Asha.

"Sister is on interest," Paris added with a smile. Cakra nodded receiving an answer from her question, though hesitated and glanced at Asha as she was silent for a few seconds before answering the question. That was a sign, Asha was thinking hard looking for the right answer.

The chakras that have been friends for a long time understand. For such a simple question, Asha should be able to answer easily, but somehow this question seems difficult for her.