My servant, Asha

Simple reason

In front of the school gate that afternoon, Paris, who was still waiting for Angga to pick her up, did not hear the ringtone on her phone. He was listening to the jokes of the guys passing by. Because there are new girls, they eagerly want acquaintances.

With a graceful but also cold demeanor, Paris bowed in greeting to the passing upperclassman. There are also those who ask for names and phone numbers and other jokes that are still relatively polite.

"They don't know if you're actually scary" Sandra said with a smile.

"Hey. Shut the fuck up," prevent Paris from disagreeing. "Let them tease the two of us who are prima donna, just because we're new here. Let them think we are special. Anyway, we didn't ask for it. Just try to be old people in school, at least no one will be interested in us" explained Paris.

"So these ladies are enjoying the temptation of these guys?" gently scold someone. Apparently it was Lei who appeared among the excited guys in front of the gate. Paris snorting. His heart's adoration appeared without permission.

"Sir Lei can do it, can't Paris?" Sandra nudged Paris' arm slowly. Paris' lips only smiled faintly in response.

"My pick has come" cried Sandra. His hand waved telling his position. Paris was surprised when he looked at the steering bench, it turns out that the one who picked up was Sandra's sister who had been hit by her blow. The incident at the club that night.

Lei was shocked as Paris twisted his body. Trying to position himself against Sandra's pickup car and facing her upperclassman.

"Why are you, Paris?" ask Sandra astonished.

"I have to hide" said Paris with eyes round the barrage because Sandra did not understand. Paris still did not realize that she was facing her upperclassman who was on her left. His eyes were still busy looking down, avoiding the eyes of Sandra's sister. "There's your sister ...." Paris told in detail.

"It's been a while, Dra?" tanya Biema was still wearing her work clothes.

"No, brother," Sandra replied with a smile. "Paris, I go home first, yes ...," said Sandra as she waved. Paris simply replied by waving her hand as well, without twisting her body.

Actually Paris could not see Sandra waving. He only predicted the habits of his friend. He was still facing Lei who was on his left earlier.it meant that he was turning his back on Sandra, which meant that Sandra's brother could not see who was with his sister.

Lei looked at this interaction in surprise. Why should this underclassman turn his back on them? Even in blatant hiding.

Biema smiled at Lei as Sandra got into the car. Showing a polite attitude because Lei was already with his sister earlier. Biema runs the car while watching the girl who avoids her gaze through the rearview mirror of the car. He felt familiar with that body and face that face from the side.

"It looks like I've seen your friend Sandra's face?" tanya Biema was suspicious. Sandra who was sitting in front also looked towards the rearview mirror.

"Who? Brother Lei?" ask Sandra.

"No, the girl," said Biema, who no longer sees the rearview mirror.

"O ... Parisian. He is ... I promise you won't be angry, will you?" ask Sandra just remembered. Biema's forehead shriveled.

"Why?" ask Biema astonished. Sandra thinning lips. Doubt to answer. "Say who?"

"She ... the girl who attacked Biema's sister at the club at the time," Sandra said slowly at the beginning, then said very quickly when saying the final sentence.

"Oh .. the girl," Biema recalled as she frowned. Sandra glanced carefully at her brother. Afraid her brother is angry. It turned out that her brother did not continue the conversation discussing Paris. Sandra relief. If her brother is angry, Paris will get in trouble, and then she will also be sprayed by Paris as well.

"You switched schools because you followed her?" ask Biema.

"Kok sister knows?" As Sandra remembers, she didn't say why she moved to her sister, just told Papa. Surely he said.

"Why follow a brutal child so, especially with two brutal children. Brother is afraid that you will become a girl who follows brutally like them," Biema advised her sister.

"They're just excited friends not brutal. She's good anyway. I just followed Paris. My friend from my old school was just one, which was Paris."

"Aren't they two?" ask Biema astonished. As he remembered, there were two girls in the nightclub who acted like heroes.

"Oh, brother Asha? She's a waitress at the Paris house. She is also cool like Paris, her employer," Sandra said smilingly at the thought of the two collaborating.

"Servant?" ask Biema astonished.

"really. She's the most exciting waitress who could be a hangout friend, too. He is also good at his basketball. Fun anyway," explained Sandra very exciting. Biema frowned. A waiter? Basketball champion? A little unusual, but Biema tried to nod in understanding Sandra's explanation.

Still in front of the school gate, Paris who already knew that Biema's sister had already left, looked up. He was quite shocked by his body still facing Lei. Eyes blinked.

"What's wrong?" ask Lei. Paris nodded nervously. Then slowly rotate his body again to face the road. "Hidden huh? Did you do the same thing to him as I did in that market?" guess Lei with a thin smile but it feels tempting. Reminds Paris of the first meeting.

"No" Paris denied.

"Sister called me?" Paris felt there was no call in.

"Try a check" suggested Lei. Paris reached into her cell phone in the bag. Turn on your phone and see that there are two missed calls that show you just called. That means when he was busy listening to the temptations of the boys earlier. "Why don't you ever chat me?" lei asked again which surprised Paris. Turned his head quickly and squinted at Lei.

"Eh, yes ..," answered Paris who finally surprised himself with his answer. Then shake fast. "Why chat brother? There's no need, "soon Paris then. Corrected the answer earlier because it did not seem right to answer Lei's question.

"If I have to, will you repay me?" ask Lei.

"Maybe. Try it, maybe my mood is good again," said Paris sok-sell expensive while hoping many Lei contact him or just chat good morning.

"Wahh .. difficult yes, if you wait for your mood is good again," said Lei disappointed. It seems like he's stepping down to not call Paris. Molars of Paris tightens. His expensive selling plan made him retreat, and this infuriated Paris.

"Yes, dong's business. How so that I have a good mood," grumbled Paris impatiently. Lei was surprised and then smiled amusedly.

"OK, okay. Means I have to try harder ...," Lei said. He did not address Paris's attitude that felt more active than he was. Lei just followed the flow yamg already this girl provided. Paris raced again. Just now realized that he was doing something unexpected just now.

Bussyet! Why did I ask to be called on purpose. Gravely. This heart is weak, if you look at the handsome face.

Angga appeared in front of him exactly.

"A pick-up has come, I'm home" said Paris.

"Yes. Don't be surprised if I call you without knowing the time" Lei said, widening Paris' eyes.

He wants to terrorize me? Hmmm. In the terror of handsome creatures, what to think? Take it, thought Paris as he got into the car. Lei waved his hand. Paris nodded coolly. In my heart very happy.

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In the kitchen, Asha washes Arga's stockpile. After that walk out to meet Rike. While walking towards Rike's place, his phone shook. Asha reached out from her pants pocket, it turned out to be Arga.

"Yes" answered Asha.

"Have you got home?"

"Yes that was."

"Should have told me after you arrived" said Arga, sighing in relief. So Arga was worried when Asha came home.

"sorry. I have arrived safely" said Asha to calm Arga. Asha looked to the right and left. "I haven't asked, what reason did you give Mrs Wardah about me not coming home soon? Must be some weird reason, huh?"

"No. I just gave people a reason that people can easily understand. Not a strange reason" Arga said.

"What?" asha asked curiously and impatiently.

"I told Mommy that I asked you to accompany me. So it takes a long time to be able to go home," said Arga relaxed. Asha's eyes glared. The road immediately stopped. His mouth was open because he was very surprised.

"You're saying that's not a strange reason?" ask Asha not to believe.

"indeed not. Since I did not give such an excuse, I was telling Asha to clean up my entire work space so that she would still be home for a long time. That's a strange reason, because I couldn't possibly tell you to do it, right? My reason is very simple," replied Arga still in a calm tone of voice and felt nothing was wrong.

"Isn't that just weird, Ga. ..," said Asha. Obviously, Mrs Wardah had seen with a strange look earlier. Asha felt like she was being scanned. But Mrs Wardah so did not continue the question because surely he was also surprised by the reason of his favorite son. Mrs Wardah tried to ignore.

Asha growled while keeping the phone away from her face. So that Arga does not hear his growl because he is upset. There Arga called the name Asha many times because there was no sound.

"Sha," said Arga again.

"Yes" said Asha after being able to control her sense of regret.

"Mother is asking you all sorts of questions?"

"No."

"Thankful .... I'm closing, right?" ask Arga.

"Yes ...." Asha. This isn't good.