My servant, Asha

Aku

Evan's stunned. He didn't expect this. At the moment he is hearing a woman is underestimating his wife Chelsea. It is natural for Evan to be angry and sad when his wife is scorned. However, for some reason it was the woman herself who sounded very angry and sad.

Isn't he the one who scoffed at Chelsea? What's the matter?

"I understand what you mean. I understand how you feel. I-i understand. Be calm... I'm here" said Arga quietly and half-whispering in Asha's ear.

Evan and Rendra were both stunned. The girl was crying in Arga's arms. Arga's hand signaled to Rendra, to enter his study because the hallway began in the padati employees after the break. While Arga sighed Asha's body - still in her arms and crying - to enter her own study.

Arga immediately closed the door and leaned his back behind the door. Holding his middle body into a pedestal for Asha's body. Hugging and rubbing the hair of this girl.

"I understand. Calm down." said Arga once more quietly and gently in Asha's ear. Hugged it tightly and tighter.

"I understand. I understand.." whispered Arga repeatedly to give Asha peace, that there are people who understand the anger of Asha.

Smell at the head of Asha who was still crying behind her chest while patting her back gently.

Hearing that Chelsea should get sympathy, Asha was angry. What sympathy should Chelsea have? Why do women like Chelsea still need sympathy? He lacks nothing. He could get another Arga-Arga. Asha was riled up to hear the spoiled woman's behavior.

How can a Chelsea man who is not lacking in anything, still have to feel defeated when Arga's parents put pressure on him? Asha considers Chelsea too much in handling this.

It offended him and his current state. If Chelsea lose and withdraw, what about him? His fear is growing.

He who is only a servant at the residence of the Hendarto Family, looks very presumptuous already dare to establish a relationship with the heir to the throne of the Hendarto family company. He's angry at himself. Angry at his high ego. His increasingly long-time ego wanted to have a whole Arga.

From the beginning he had understood correctly this impossible situation. How could he force himself?

He was very upset why Chelsea had to be such a lousy person. In his life, he already had many things that could be used as strength for him to defend Arga, why choose to leave? Asha was annoyed to hear that.

Doesn't that indicate that her self who has nothing should also stop at the beginning? Stop wanting Arga without having to fight. That's very painful.

Asha is upset why Chelsea cannot use him for his own happiness. Chelsea just ran away. Asha seemed to have gotten a picture of herself and Arga. This gap began to destroy her increasingly sweet fairy tale. This story is starting to feel bitter.

Here shouldn't Asha be deserving of sympathy? The poor who hope for love and live with the rich. But who would sympathize with this?

Asha was upset because she understood, there would be no one to sympathize with her. It is not sympathy that arises if anyone knows the story, but ridicule. His behavior will be considered not know themselves, because they dare to love men from respected families.

"I know you're talking about yourself" whispered Arga. Asha kept her head away from Arga's chest. Arga's hand loosened his embrace and was about to wipe away Asha's tear, but Asha quickly wiped away the remaining tears from her reddened and teary eyes with the back of her hand.

"I'm sorry, I can't control myself. This sucks," said Asha Parau while clucking in annoyance. Also occasionally biting on the lips, holding back the cry that seemed like it was about to explode again.

"It's okay."

"I want to drink" Asha said, turning her head to look at the water dispenser. Arga let go of his embrace.

"Sit down, I'll get it for you,"

"no need. I'm..."

"Sit down." Arga pulled Asha's hand to stop her from stepping. Staring at Asha sharply. Asha's lips thinned and threw away her face. Without waiting for Asha's reply, Arga released Asha's hand and headed to the water dispenser that was in the corner.

Asha led her body towards the sofa. Then he threw his back in there.

Arga, who was carrying a glass of water from behind Asha, found the girl closing her eyes and snorting. Asha is still upset.

"Drink," Arga thrust a glass of water and Asha drank it all at once.

"You calm down?" asked Arga who was sitting next to him.

"Lumayan," answered Asha still by holding a glass over her lap.

"If it's like this, I'll always be anxious to leave you alone." Arga's hand touched Asha's head and rubbed her, "You must have always thought hard about this."

"I'll make excuses for you, so you can stay here for a long time. I'm not asking for your opinion on this" said Arga, who saw Asha had opened her mouth to refute. Asha clenched her jaw to silence. Arga was typing something on his phone.

"I don't have to ask you a lot of questions, you must be tired. Rest your brain first, until the contents in this head return to normal," Arga pointed angrily at Asha's head. "You want to make this a pillow?" bargain Arga while patting her thigh. Asha looked around. "Nobody dared to go in. Rendra will tell me first before they force their way in," Arga knows what Asha is afraid of.

Then Asha nodded in agreement. Arga took off his suit button and put his phone on the table.

Arga took the glass in Asha's hand, then placed it on the table. Slowly, Asha placed her head on Arga's lap.

"You don't have a job?" ask Asha.

"Much." Asha instantly rose from her sleep and widened her shocked eyes. His head turned to Arga.

"Why tell me to relax here?" ask Asha growled. Arga's hand stretched out to force Asha's body back to sleep and pillaged her lap.

"Don't think about it. I have my own way of solving it. You just have to think about yourself right now" Arga said calmly. Swiping the softly-dissolved Asha's hair.

"What about Evan? She must be waiting for you," Asha asked without feeling awkward mentioning that name.

"Why are you asking about him?" Arga's face hardened considering Evan's behavior earlier.

"He's a business associate.."

"And you are my lover. Just leave him alone first. Signature cooperation has been done, we just have to discuss things kcil. Don't worry" Asha's hand caught Arga's.

"This hand managed to hit Evan earlier. Great," said Asha while patting the back of Arga's hand while smiling proudly. Arga's eyeballs looked at the smiling Asha like pleasure remembering a piece of the scene she hit Evan.

"You look happy I managed to hit him."

"No."

"Why?"

"I can hit him myself," Asha said by thinning her lips and raising both of her eyebrows. Arga chuckles.

"I've heard you beat someone, but I've never seen one with my own eyes. I can't imagine yet, this little hand hitting someone," the other Arga hand touched the back of Asha's hand.

"You don't need to know about it" Asha said in a drowning voice.

"Why is that?"

"It's not a proud thing. So you don't need to know." Asha shook her hand. His face calmed down. Arga's efforts bore fruit. "How does it feel?" ask Asha.

"About what?"

"It's about you hitting Evan."

"Hmmm.. Satisfied," replied Arga confidently.

"You're satisfied that you've been able to clear up the matter between the three of you?" ask Asha while playing a large and powerful Arga hand.

"This has nothing to do with past events. I could have hit him a long time ago, if I wanted to hit him because of Chelsea. I didn't do it because I felt it didn't have to be done. They were too insignificant to the point that I needed to use my punch to get angry," explained Arga Long.

"In the end you hit him too."

"That's because of you. I'm satisfied to have stopped him from continuing to talk."

"About me being a servant?" asked Asha without seeing Arga's hardened face. "You don't have to be angry about that. What he said is true. I'm just a waitress in your house. I have no problem with that. I'm fine," Asha said, joking. But what he saw this time was Arga's cold face. Asha stopped her smile.

"You think I have a problem with you as a waiter in my house? I wouldn't have gone this far if I was bothered with you being a waitress, Sha." Arga looked down and brought his face closer. Asha silence. "I never had a problem with that. I can do anything for you, too, okay? I love you, Sha."