My servant, Asha

Take off the defense lever

"How about we play basketball on the basketball court where we used to rent, Sha?" cakra Proposal.

"Nake that too, Ca. Mumpung there is Asha who appeared only once in a century," said Andre. The tail of Asha's eyes had already glanced sharply at Andre. These two friends are indeed suitable if asked to speak. Andre is like having a lot of vocabulary stock to mute Asha.

"Collect, Dre. He has a new bodyguard. Ganteng anyway, who wants to keep him anywhere," added Cakra. Asha only grimaced baring her teeth towards Cakra while patting Cakra's arm slowly.

"Although slowly, if you clap your hands repeatedly my arms can also hurt, Sha.." protested Cakra.

"intentionally. Already, want to go to our basketball court or still keep mocking me here continue?" ask Asha geregetan.

"Yes, Sha. So sensitive," said Andre. Asha again put on her feet. Paris began to understand also the difference Asha at home with outside. In the house, he is calm and polite, because he probably knows he is a servant. Outside the house she is a girl who loves friendship and freedom.

The hangout location instantly changed from the square to the basketball court that was deliberately on their rent.

"But have to buy snacks for us first yes, buy at the minimarket" said Paris.

"I don't bring much money, Paris," prevent Asha.

"Let me pay, Sha. Paris can buy anything already, whatever," said Ckra tumbennya kind.

"Cambodia, Ca? Tumben good. To me who has been your old friend is never good." said Asha amazed. Inevitably Cakra flicked Asha's forehead.

"Ouch. What the hell," Asha protested while complaining.

"If people are already too much in the love of kindness like this. He will not remember at all the kindness he once received" Cakra said as his finger pointed at Asha. Asha's lips chuckled.

Brother, if brother Arga sees this will brother be angry? Brother Asha does look very free and comfortable with the three of them rather than the same brother Arga. Why think about Arga.

***

At the Hendrto family residence,

"Arga, this is the daughter of the Wijaya family. What's his name, jeng?" ask Mrs Wardah who looks happy to introduce a black shoulder-haired woman to Arga. The woman with full motion with this feminine attitude took a glance. Arga reluctantly and with a thin interest reached out to accept the introduction of the daughter of the Wijaya family.

"Hanny," said the woman called her name with thin lips that increasingly confirmed she was a woman with a feminine type.

"He's Arga's name, Hanny. Our first son. He is the person in charge of his job. He is very competent" said Mrs Wardah, promoting her son well. Arga forced his ears to listen to all these pleasantries.

"What a look, Arga is competent. He's also a handsome son, isn't he, Pa?" atma Wijaya asked her husband. They were the spouses of the head of a branch of the largest private bank where Hendarto's family kept some wealth in the form of deposits, insurance and savings.

After a short introductory event, then proceed with a simple dinner in the Hendarto family dining room. Here, the woman was unceasingly staring at Arga. He smiled when Arga caught him. It happens over and over again.

Arga looked all over the dining room, but could not find Asha there. There's only Sumi and Rike Bik.

Where's the girl?

Arga became agitated. Moreover, just realized that Paris also did not attend this meeting. His heart is not calm. They must be out.

***

Paris is just a spectator on the sidelines. He sat on the sidelines, watching Asha and her three friends play basketball. Since then Asha's phone rang from inside her waist bag. Paris looked at it for a moment. After many times ringing, the voice finally paused desperately as the object master ignored him.

This time the Paris phone rings. Paris who was laughing saw Andre was arguing again with Asha in the middle of the field, reached into the contents of the bag without turning his head. After her hand was able to find the ringing object, Paris took it out from inside her bag and brought it closer to her face. See who is calling her by force. Brother Arga?!

"You're with Asha? Where're y'all?" ask Arga to demand. Paris squinted. Paris immediately mentioned the location of the two. "Together Cakra?" ask Arga with a stiff tone that can be recognized by Paris easily.

Brother Arga is angry. Wh why? Is it because of being with Cakra's brother? It didn't seem like that there was anything else that made him riled up.

About twenty minutes into the conversation, Arga appeared on the basketball court with his feet on his face.

"What are you doing, Sha?" asked Arga coldly. Asha turned his head quickly, excited by the appearance of Arga in this basketball court. This girl had just finished playing basketball, just still standing near the basketball hoop with Andre joking. Deni and Cakra are also still there. Everyone looked towards the sound without exception.

A heavy and black aura enveloped their surroundings. No one dared to talk or ask because they were excited and stunned by Arga's question. Whosoever. Cakra who wants to say hello also undo the intention because he saw the look of Arga's face that looks stiff and holds back anger. Maybe this situation Asha and Paris have been through. At the police station at the time.

When they both ended up being escorted by the police there because of their own ridiculous actions. Arga was also silent there and held back the anger of being forced to return from the service outside the city for their sake. Just like this time. Yet this time the aura felt more burdensome to them than that time.

Arga seemed to fill every sentence spoken from his lips, with all his annoyance, anger, and dark aura.

"I'm asking you, Sha. What are you doing here?" molars Arga tightens. His neck was covered with anger.

"I'm being..."

"You're having fun?!" cut off Arga without giving a pause, with mounting anger. Asha looked straight at the man, with lips clenched. Arga forced him to shut up. He felt he could no longer answer Arga's questions. Asha's face slightly disagreed, but she held back from answering him.

"Didn't you? I know the look on your face refutes all this. Then what is this? You're having fun with your basketball and theirs!" point Arga towards the three men who don't understand what's going on with them.

Andre began to grumble in disbelief.

"Why this?!" Feeling no wrong, Andre interjected not accepting.

Cakra held Andre's body without looking. "Calm down first. Listen to what's going on,"

"She's just pointing at us angrily, Ca," protested Andre.

"For Asha. Please patience. Look Asha is silent too. That means someone is making a mistake. Probably him or vice versa. Arga is a rigid person, but he also will not immediately issue a sentence full of anger without any cause," said Cakra gave an explanation of the possibility that occurred between Asha and Arga. Deni also held off Andre who was impatient to advance against Arga. Andre let out a rough breath.

"OK, for Asha's sake. I can keep quiet because of Asha, not because of Arga." Andre tried to calm himself down. Cakra patted Andre's back. Showing how great Andre can hold back emotions. Deni gave one thumb to Andre. The praise for Andre who was already able to restrain himself did not make things worse.

"I think now you're sad, because I'm your lover now being introduced to another woman by her parents. But what am I seeing now? What?!" snapped Arga did not believe.

"So I have to be sad and quiet in the servant's room, huh? Should you cry because you're with another woman?" asha asked, making things worse. Arga squinted his eyes. She did not believe the words Asha sounded disdainful of her anger.

"It's not natural that you do that. Because I'm your lover. Although I'm beginning to understand you're not that weak girl, but at least it's not this kind of fun you should do when I'm worried about you. Stupidly I'm afraid you're hurting because I'm following my parents' desire to meet a woman" Arga smiled cynically.

"So this is a story about myself. All the time Sha, there! In front of the woman and her family! I'm nervous and I feel guilty for being there, you know?! But I didn't expect to still have to look for you with so much effort just to see you rejoicing in your pleasure. I feel like a fool," Arga snorted.

"No" argued Asha.

"What's not, Sha? You are like that now. You're trying to find your own pleasure without thinking that I keep thinking about you, "although not as high as before Arga is still angry.

"Ga..."

"I don't know what you think of the introductions arranged by my mother. But you need to know, I might not come back to you for choosing that woman over you!" Arga took off his defense lever. Paris who had been silent since then now bought eyes surprised to hear the words of her brother.