My servant, Asha

Reappear

On the way home, Asha and Paris remained the same. Asha was driving the matic bike in front and Paris sat quietly in the back. Paris feels lazy if you have to drive a bike tonight. Asha who had played basketball earlier, had to force herself to drive a motorcycle because she was a subordinate.

"Sister" call Paris from behind.

"What?"

"Sir Arga's changed, you know." Paris suddenly told me.

"Oh, huh?"

"Yes. Arga's sister I know isn't like that if you have a lover again.." Although mixed with the noise of passing vehicles, Asha could still hear what Paris was talking about behind clearly.

"Like that how?" Asha is still focusing on driving.

"Sister Arga is not this crazy when it comes to loving someone" Paris continued.

Crazy is a term that is often called for young master. Even Asha also often called Arga like that.

"Wow, is this a compliment or an insult?" asked Asha with a very loose laugh.

"I'm no longer a bully or a compliment. I'm arguing again. Better brother just get ready to get the unexpected from brother Arga. It looks like Arga's brother is now explosive" Paris said. This advice. Not a new threat to Paris.

"OK.." replied Asha while removing her other hand to link the index finger and thumb.

In addition to informing about their relationship to Mrs Wardah, Asha is still able to face all. Whatever it is. Asha sure can handle everything. So the words that Paris spoke just now didn't go too deep in his ears and heart.

"Because of Arga's sister, I forgot not to tell you about the guy at my school." Paris recalled the story about Lei that had not been revealed to Asha.

"Emmm... that handsome guy in the market?" guess Asha. Actually not guessing, because there is no more man in the Paris story other than him.

"Yep! That's it."

"What's wrong with him?"

"He. asked for my number."

"Continue?"

"Until now he never sent a message" Paris told with a pursed lip. Asha chuckles. "So you laugh at me?"

"Sorry, sorry. Then why? He has to send you a message, right? Are you ready for him?"

"Eh, yes, yes... Why wait for him?" Paris pulled the tip of her lips. Then chuckle too.

"You have a crush on kali.." ledek Asha.

"Wow...really?" tanya Paris felt unconscious. Humans, sometimes do not realize themselves are experiencing that pleasant feeling. It's not because they're stupid, it's because they're smart.

They are reluctant to admit to falling in love first, because there is fear if the feeling is not reciprocated. They deceive themselves only to outwit the views of people, when people in their tribe, do not have the same feelings. It can slightly keep their ego from getting hurt and hurt deeper.

Suddenly Asha put the brakes on her moto suddenly. To make the head of Paris stumbled on Asha's back. It wasn't Paris that complained, but Asha. Because his back was hit by the tip of the Paris helmet. Asha grimaced while writhing.

"Why did you suddenly stop, brother?" ask Paris in wonder while fixing the location of the helmet he wears.

"The car in front, suddenly cut off the road to pull over his car," Asha said as she fixed her helmet as well. A man got out of the car. Then looking at the rear tire, it was leaked.

Paris who was looking over Asha's shoulder immediately muttered, "I'm like I know her," After a few minutes of observing, Paris' eyes bought. "Why did he show up, anyway." Asha glanced at the growl from Paris.

"Who, Paris?"

"People I don't like" sizzled Paris. Asha's eyes looked at the man. At first he did not look towards the two of them who were still there, as Asha was about to rewind her matic motor and was about to leave. But when the man's head turned his head, he could find Paris who was like deliberately hiding behind Asha.

"I didn't expect to meet Paris here" said the man with a bright, flowery face. "This sweet little sister" he approached. Then look towards Asha. "And.. Who is this?" tanya felt foreign.

"Sister need not know," snorted Paris. A few minutes they were both engaged in a conversation that indicated coercion.

"Please go, Paris doesn't want to be disturbed" hardened Asha because the man kept urging Paris to have a chat. Asha acted and started to use her hand movements to tell the man to stop. Pull the man's collar and push back.

Of course this made the look of the man turn sour and surprised.

"Paris, what's going on?" asked the man in wonder. Paris silence. Asha got off the bike and prepared to beat up the man if he wanted to disturb Paris.

"I don't want to talk to Evan. I don't like."

Evan's? That name was no stranger to Asha's ears but who?

Paris silence.

When it comes to Chelsea, he must be that Evan. Arga's best friend who is now Chelsea's husband. So he's Evan? Asha was paying more attention carefully.

"That's the old Paris thing, you shouldn't still hold a grudge against me. You don't know the truth yet?"

Paris knitted his eyebrows together to think. Find out for yourself what Evan meant.

***

Morning at the dinner table.

"Yesterday how, Ga? What do you think of Hanny?" mrs Wardah asked while giving Asha the task of putting food on the dining table. While Bik Sumi cooks. Mrs Wardah, I'm just trying to relax. He's off to cooking. Even so Mrs Wardah still provides input for the menu today.

"As usual. There's nothing to tell me" replied Arga. Last night after returning home, Hanny's family was gone. So Arga was obliged to take Hanny home.

"Hey... time anyway? It's not that Hanny is sweet and feminine. Very women, so," said Mrs Wardah praising.

"Mother already knew what she was like so there was no need to ask Arga," Arga fed the rice into his mouth.

"It's child. Mother asked seriously, you answered so," Mrs Wardah became anxious.

"According to a man's view, Hanny was probably interesting.." As Arga said this, he positioned himself as Andre. The guy who likes Hanny. So he thinks this is a possible opinion of Andre about Hanny. Arga's eyes looked at the passing Asha in front of him while carrying the cooking. "In my own opinion, she's ordinary, like any good woman," Asha did not lift her head at all. He knew Arga was watching him.

"Mother wants you closer to her, Ga. Hanny is good..." Mother began to cram her personal views about Hanny into Arga. Little tries to force Arga's will to see Hanny as a woman.

Father and Paris only listen to the conversation Mother and Arga. They didn't go with the mother's imposition.

"Mother already.. Please don't dictate to me for this," Arga raised his head. Starting to get upset because Mother always makes vain matchmaking.

"He was a good woman to be made a wife to be, Ga.. Try to get to know him first," Mother is still forcing.

"No. I've..." While saying this, Arga's eyes found Asha's eyeballs staring at her. He was standing near the wash. From this angle the mother cannot see because she is behind him.

Because he did not continue his sentence, Paris looked up. She was watching Asha and her brother discussing through their netra. Chief Asha shook his head slowly. From her eyes, Arga knew the girl was begging not to discuss that.

"Don't force this. Mother can introduce me to many women, but I still have the right to choose to determine who my partner is," concluded Arga firmly. Asha heaved a sigh of relief. His heart was already unsettled when Arga was almost out of control.

"That means your choice is rejected again?" ask Mrs Wardah not to like it.

"Yes" replied Arga firmly.

"You're not that close to that woman anymore, are you?" investigate Mother by squinting her eyes.

"Who do you mean?" tanya Paris joined the drift, because suddenly she was also stubborn. The madam did not distract from Arga. He suspects his son.

"Chelsea mean mother?" guess Arga exactly. Madame Wardah thinning her lips not like. He also refused to mention that name. "I am no longer close to her" Arga answered her mother's concerns. And then finish the meal.

"really?" Madame Wardah still looked at Arga with a suspicious look. Arga seems to have no interest in a woman, it makes Mrs Wardah worried. "You're okay, right? You're still normal, right?" ask Mrs Wardah weird. This makes Paris and Dad look up.

"What does that mean, my wife?" Dad took the initiative to ask because Mrs Wardah's question was strange. Paris looked at her mother with a stunned face. Arga just looked up. His face was flat with his mother's question.

"I'm just making sure that my son is still okay" replied Mrs Wardah calmly and put her shoulder to shoulder.

"Mother calm down, I'm still normal. Even very normal. I still want a woman. I didn't move" said Arga casually. Madame Wardah watched as Arga answered her.

"You're thinking strangely, Bun.." protested Dad. Mrs Wardah breezed leisurely towards the kitchen table although her question astonished all. Paris just smiled amusedly.

At the moment brother is very normal Bun, he still chooses women to be made his partner. But now he is quite crazy and very excessive in loving someone. That's what's worrying.

***

After last night spent a night filled with emotions, Arga was only able to meet Asha freely in front of the reading room.

"Sleep well?" asked Arga who saw Asha passing in front of the reading room. Asha nodded. "Have you had breakfast?" Asha shook her head in doubt. Arga sighed. This made Asha hesitant to answer. "You should have breakfast if you don't want to faint. You are wayward not to listen to advice" said Arga.

"I've slept well, good at it."

"It has nothing to do with eating. Quickly eat... I brought ya, to the wash in the back," said Arga making Asha sniffle.

"That's right. Don't do it." Arga's outstretched hand wanted to wipe Asha's hair when the dining room door opened someone. Immediately Asha forcibly took off Arga's hand. Mr. Hendarto showed up. Asha's heart beat violently in shock and misgivings.

"Arga, I forgot to say it. This afternoon someone from William's company will come to see you" Dad said.

"I'm sorry, sir," said Asha. The great lord and Arga nodded. Forced Arga must let go of Asha who immediately away from there because the conversation began to sound important. Asha did not want him to consider eavesdropping.