My servant, Asha

Dia

Asha returned to the table where she ordered. He did not find the figure he saw. Maybe it's an illusion. Often Asha is like seeing him in this mall. It was like being in an elevator with transparent glass. His eyes also felt like he was looking at himself there.

Maybe I'm starving so I see an illusion. Better eat first.

Asha tries to calm herself down by starting to eat. There was no reply from Arga. Maybe they're still talking about work for a long time. He didn't take a headache. His hand placed the phone on the table.

***

In the workspace, Arga is still talking about Chelsea's boutique. He plans to open a boutique in the new Hendarto family-owned Mall.

"You can discuss this with the rental manager, not with me" said Arga, who lamented that he had to leave Asha for a job he did not have to take care of himself.

"I'm more comfortable talking to you as well... I wonder who Asha is?" asked Chelsea without hiding his curiosity from Arga. Rendra who was there also heard this question.

"Why should you know?" asked Arga with indisputable reluctance.

"I want to know because you're being weird, Ga. You look very close to him. That's weird." Chelsea said it by linking eyebrows that is a new thing that can be seen by him.

Arga pulled her body to lean on the shoulder of the sofa. "Why weird? It's none of your business, Chelsea. It's already outside the area you should question." Arga said it coldly. Chelsea thinning lips.

"Is he...."

Geck! Geck! The sound of the door knocking made Chelsea's sentence unresolved. All looked. What's Asha? Arga's face said so. Rendra sped up and stood before his master. Arga was about to stand up to open the door.

Chelsea could not continue what he was talking about because Arga's eyes were more focused on looking towards the door. Like waiting for someone to show up from there. She seems to know who Arga is.

"You have to accept our guests" Rendra said full of affirmation and mystery. Chelsea are tired of seeing the look on the face of Arga's interest in guests this time. He just looked at his phone. Rendra invited his guests in.

"Welcome..," greeted Arga with a formal greeting. Chelsea looked up because she thought this guest must not be Asha the servant girl just now. Arga wouldn't have welcomed her so formally. Moreover, that voice was the voice of a man. Chelsea's head turned and was surprised to see Evan with Mr. William appear there.

They look at each other. There was a sense of surprise emanating from the faces of the two. They question each other what needs are they here for? They are secret husband and wife.

"Please sit down" said Arga. Mr. William smiled and gasped when he saw a woman sitting on the sofa.

"You have a guest?" ask Mr. William. Arga nodded. "Isn't this your wife Evan?" It turns out Mr. William recognized Chelsea. The woman's body stood up and greeted.

"Good day, Mr. William," said Chelsea kindly. Evan's eyes were still staring at his wife. This woman did not return her husband's gaze.

"Good afternoon. Just sit down, just sit down. My conversation is not secret. Evan's wife can listen too. Evan, you didn't know your wife was here?" asked Mr. William astonished to see Evan did not say a word.

"Ah, yes Sir," replied Evan faintly. Chelsea shifted and moved the seat next to Rendra. Sir William and Evan were in front of them.

Evan's eyes were still staring at his wife with many questions. Many guesses also crossed his mind. What's the point of Chelsea coming here alone? Rendra's eyes also occasionally looked towards the two of them.

Chelsea simply smiled in response with a smile as Mr. William also engaged him in light conversation. He couldn't stare at Evan whom he knew for sure, that he was looking at him right now.

***

Asha had already finished her meal and came out while carrying a cup of medium-sized cold tea. He did not finish it earlier while eating, so he took it out.

Walk again in the city walk area inside the Mall. Asha did not know someone was looking at her from the opposite direction. Trying to look at Asha from where she stood. Asha's long wavy hair in let it all slide.

Once in the loop, Asha felt her hair roots in pain. So now he let his hair down. His head looked to the left right looking at the neatly lined outlets. He was tired of looking here and there. He decided to look ahead.

At this moment his eyes discovered something that made his body freeze. Steps ceased. It's not because he's hungry anymore. Not because I was lazy to step. His body froze because of someone there. Stand up in navy colored shirts.

Asha found him who transformed well. Is correct. The body was getting higher than he remembered, maybe only a few cent or his body only looked towering because long time did not meet. He doesn't understand.

Asha found him. She was! One of the humans that Asha desperately wanted to meet again. Yeah, that guy. Since the passing of a person with deep black eyes, until this moment the net still found a warm face that he really wanted. Asha is stunned to find herself. Nanar's eyes.

Asha's memory goes back to those times. The time when his heart and eyes were always adrift and fixated on him. Steady shoulders, a pointed nose, tapered cheeks and a strong jaw that confirms that he is a strong and muscular man. His eyebrows looked like they were frowning every time which showed his eyes were also sharp.

Every time he looked at the street, all he wanted was to find him who always smiled warmly at him. Yep. He's Reksa.

He was frozen there too. Looking at Asha with a sparkling gaze because it got a surprise. After making sure that his sense of sight was correct, his feet stepped closer. Asha was still standing in her place. Like he could go nowhere but wait for the man to approach him.

Finally the man managed to stand right in front of him. Asha slightly raised her head looking at the man. His lips opened slightly as he was stunned by his findings. His eyes were still amazed.

"Hi, Sha. Are you this?" ask Reksa with a smile. Asha's eyes blinked. To awaken himself to be conscious.

"Ah, yes... It's me" Asha replied after being able to gather all her consciousness. Asha's hands combed her hair and wet her lips to neutralize her shock from all the feelings she had in her heart. Many women try to hide their nervousness from meeting people in their love, by combing their hair unconsciously or tucking hair behind their ears.

"I didn't expect to find you again" said Reksa with warm eyes. It was so good to find this girl.

Me either. I never even dreamed I would meet you. Because, dreams alone don't want me to meet you.

"All right, Sha?" tanyanya was worried because seeing Asha was still stuck in her mind. Hand

Muta touched his arm. The Asha reverie.

Wake Asha! You don't have to behave like this.

Asha snorted finally, "Yes. Everything's fine. How are you?"

"good. I saw you there and wasn't sure it was you. Finally I have to wait for you to get out of there to make sure that it's you." The story of Reksa while pointing at where he ate earlier.

A moment after conversing with someone at the end of the road, this man looked back. Like seeing someone he knew. But Asha had already gone inside to continue eating.

He deliberately came back, trying to make sure that there was indeed someone he knew was there. That was when he saw Asha. Still not convinced, this man was deliberately waiting for Asha to come out.

It turns out that waiting is not in vain. He found this girl. Yes, Muta found Asha walking around carrying a cup of tea and sculpting here.

"I'm glad to see you again, Sha." Muta did not hide his excitement so as to make Asha thump even more.

Don't show that look on the face, Rek. Don'tdon't... That face-lout shouldn't be cold? You usually just look at me sharp, don't you? or are you like this? Suddenly his memory blurred. Like accidentally disappearing because Asha had already managed to find him.

This guy seems to have some interest here. Clothes neat. Formal pants and black pantofel shoes made her even more stunning in Asha's eyes. Mutual is like being in working hours. Does he work here? Inside this mall? Where's she?

Ringing sounded. Asha believes it's from Reksa's cell phone. Muta's hand took out of his pants pocket and received that phone call. Asha's eyes still kept paying attention to the man in front of her.

I miss you, Rek.

"Sorry, Sha. I can't talk to you for long. I'm still working." Asha's eyes blinked as suddenly Reksa asked her to speak. He's done talking on the phone apparently. "Can ... Nope, no. I'll find you soon, for sure. Take care of yourself before we meet, Sha," said Reksa still with a warm smile.

***

Whether having a hunch or just a coincidence, the phone rang just after Muta's foot stepped away.

"Where? By yourself?" ask Arga through his cell phone. Like they are interrogating. Like knowing that the girl just got together with someone.

"Citywalk area. I'll go to your office if I have to go there, '" Asha said.

"The conversation is over. I've been waiting for you" said Arga to see you soon.

"All right." Asha heaved a heavy sigh. Blinking eyes as if doing eye exercises. His eyes had dewed earlier. When staring at Reksa up close. Asha wants to cry.