My servant, Asha

Mood

Arga who had just returned home from a banquet with a business friend, passed through the town square. He's with Rendra.

"It seems I saw Asha," said Arga. Rendra stopped the car. But the secretary was choked to see the servant with a man. He wanted to prevent his Master from coming out but Arga was already looking in that direction. Across. Where the young woman was standing on the side of the road. But he is not alone, Asha is accompanied by someone.

***

This morning before leaving for the office, Arga took the time to wash the area. Very morning. Until Rike was surprised by the appearance of the young master. He was confused as to how. His feet went out.

"Why early in the morning to this area. It's rush hour, Ga," Asha protested.

"The way your meeting with a schoolmate went well?" tanya Arga did not heed Asha's protest.

"Yes. This is the first time Kiran and I have met after all this time. He was my best friend at school" Asha said with a smile on her lips.

"That's fun?" Arga stands near Asha and her washing machine.

"Yes, of course. Meeting old friends is fun. He's our best friend." Again the lips of Asha smiling make Arga's face sour.

"Is there anything else that's so much fun? You look excited."

"Hmm. maybe because you're here with me" pointed Asha at the chest of the Arga field. Still smiling like that.

"really?"

"of course. Why are you asking like that?"

"Who is he?" ask Arga without further ado. Chief Asha looked over quickly. Staring at Arga by trying to digest the question that was sliding just now. Strange questions that come out without a story.

"Who do you mean?"  Asha made a faint frown on her forehead. Wonder. Bizarrely.

"The man who stood with you on the big street near the town square," said Arga still staring by adding a hint of cold look to the look on his face.

Honestly, Asha slightly gasped at Arga's words. Of course Asha felt a shiver on her body as Arga said that, because it was Mutual. That guy's. And if Arga finds him there, it means he watches as Reksa gives the jacket to his shoulder with care.

"She's a schoolmate" replied Asha briefly.

"You're deliberately hiding from me?" While saying this, Asha knew Arga was holding back her anger. Although there is no intonation with a high tone, Asha knows Arga is holding back from anger.

"No." Asha still answered briefly. Trying to be careful because Arga like going to explode.

"Why isn't there a story about that guy in your sentence?"

"Because I don't have to tell you about him. He doesn't matter" Asha said longer in the end. Arga was still silent with a stiff face looking towards Asha.

"No matter how insignificant he is, the man must have thought you were an important person to him. Didn't we?" press Arga with sharp eyes.

"I don't know," replied Asha half-down.

"How could you not know? Your eyes don't stop looking at him. You're both. You two stared at each other for a long time. I'm sure you know for sure the difference a man makes when he looks at you." Arga began to indict. No longer interrogating. He has filed a prosecution. Chief Asha looked up. Staring at Arga in surprise. "I know you understand the meaning of the man's eyes" Arga said with a cold look.

"It's about him, not me. You're talking about the man's eyes not mine" Asha argued.

"I was talking about him." Arga snorted at Asha's rebuttal. "I'm surprised you're so calm when I find you alone with another man. The kind man gave his jacket to your body shivering in the cold."

I'm not calm. I'm shaking. Can't you see my hands just keep shaking?

"I didn't do anything. Also, if you really want to know what I and that guy are, you should come to me. You can ask directly.." Asha regretted.

"You know what would happen if I approached you. I'll drag you from there and beat that guy mercilessly. I still respect you," said Arga, gritting her teeth. Asha exhaled a coarse breath as she felt a little claustrophobic looking at Arga's piercing gaze.

Lips tight. Asha silence. Not to argue or give a reason. Both silent. Not moving or speaking words. Both are still with their own minds. Somewhat long.

"You should know that I don't like that, Asha. I don't like your unnatural interaction with her" Arga said after finally throwing away her anger. Asha. His hand grabbed Asha's shoulder and scooped the body into her arms. "I don't want to see you like that, Sha," Arga said in a hug.

"I know, Ga," said Asha softly. Asha's hand returned Arga's embrace.

"Ga! The arga!" call Mother who suddenly appears at the drying place. Asha gasped and immediately let go of her embrace. Pushing Arga's body away from him. Arga who looked out was surprised as Asha moved away from him.

"Hurry out. I don't want Mrs Wardah to know you're here with me" Asha said. Arga's eyes stared at Asha for a long time.

"Hurry, Ga. Come out." Asha asked in a whisper. His forehead shriveled with fear and panic. Arga was silent. His eyes were still fixed on Asha. Until finally Mrs Wardah arrived at the doorway of the washing place. Asha felt her breath choked at the arrival of the master in this washing place.

"Sha, you see Ar..," Madame Wardah's voice sank as she watched her son sitting quietly in the chair that was right behind Asha. "Ga." said Mrs Wardah stunned to see her son here. Actually he was told that Arga was in the back garden. It's just that Mrs Wardah didn't expect that her son was actually in this place.

Arga's head looked towards the bunda. There was no fear or panic. Arga used to see the arrival of his mother. Found him sitting on a chair and accompanying the waiter of this washing area.

Slowly he stood up and looked at Mrs Wardah. "What's up, Bun?" ask Arga calmly. Mrs Wardah's eyes still stared at Arga in wonder. This was the first time he had found his son in the wash area. As he knew, Arga never touched this place. He was reluctant to come here because he felt there was no need anymore, if his dirty clothes had been given to Bik Sumi.

The clean clothes were finished in the iron by Bik Sumi and placed in the room by Mrs Wardah. The young master no longer needed to go to the washing area.

"What are you doing?" mrs Wardah asked still stunned.

"none. Just sit here. Invite Asha to talk while she's doing her job." This time Mrs Wardah turned her head towards the waiter who was standing near the washing machine.

"Oh, yeah, yeah... You want to get to know more about all the workers here, huh?" ask Mrs Wardah with a smile of understanding. He considered this part of the kindness of a young master that Arga wanted to do.

"I don't need to know her anymore, I already know how she is." Arga walked away from the washing machine. Mrs Wardah was confused to catch the meaning of Arga's words. But he wanted to see Asha who had been silent since. Asha put her hands together in front. Tidying up his movements to look polite in front of the employer.

Mistress Wardah's lips smiled faintly with scanning eyes. Asha surprised. Why did Madame Wardah suddenly smile. That smile was not a friendly smile. The smile was a way of blurring the view of her true purpose, that of Mrs Wardah looking at the body of the servant in front of her.

Look around the wash and see Asha again.

"Until when will Mother see Asha like that? He would feel awkward if he had to work with the master's eyeballs who always watched him," said Arga, who was still near the door, watching him observe Asha.

"Ehh... Mother doesn't watch him like that. You're this...." Madame Wardah patted her son's back slowly and followed out of there.

The eyes were like threatening to do something frightening to Asha. Arga was blatantly eager to reveal his relationship in front of Mrs Wardah. Asha sighed.

For him, the most frightening is how Arga's parents would react if they knew their son had a relationship with him. Not because Asha was a servant, but the impact for others on her choices, including the impact for Arga.

***

"You're taking Asha to Arga's office?" lady Wardah asked when she heard Paris' request. The head of Paris nodded. Mrs Wardah did not immediately answer, but still looked at Asha who began to look quiet lately. "You can go out on your own if you need to. Angga can take you." Mrs Wardah's sentence is more like an order than a proposal.

"Actually not to Arga's office, Bun. But I want to take Asha's sister to the supermarket. Yes.. if there is time to stop by Kak Arga's office," continued Paris. Mrs Wardah is doubtful. "Mother told me to go to the supermarket, didn't she? I'll go shopping there. Give me a note, I'll buy everything you need." Paris made an offer.

"It's just a shopping assignment, Asha," said Mrs Wardah in a sentence implied by another meaning. Asha just nodded. After Mrs Wardah wrote some notes on a piece of paper, Paris prepared to leave. "You should take Angga." Mrs Wardah gave the terms as well. Allowing Paris to invite Asha, who is with Angga. Paris agreed.

This afternoon, they went shopping as well.

"What does it take to get there?" asked Asha who was now feeling uncomfortable when she saw Madame Wardah looking at her for a long time ago. Many thoughts raged in his head.

"Shopping. I just want to take Kak Asha shopping, not anything else" replied Paris.

At the same time Arga again received guests from the government tax office. Because it has earned an annual SPT, the company must provide a detailed report. After meeting with the tax management staff, Arga invited them to eat and talk together at one of the food outlets that already have international standards.

Upon receiving them back a second time, Arga seemed to find something. He felt he had seen one of the tax employees who was with him. But Arga immediately dismissed it because it is not important.

**

"Why did you come in, An?" ask Paris for wonder. The huge body followed them until the supermarket.

"If the groceries are a lot, I can help bring it, Miss..," said Angga, a chauffeur of a stocky house that gave an excuse.

"Belah...."The three of them shopped together.

After the groceries were full and according to Mrs Wardah's records, they searched for food outlets.

"What does it eat?" Paris thought. "Do we need to take Arga's brother?" ask Paris to Asha.

"no need. We better just go home. Later Madame Wardah is looking for us," proposed Asha who felt uncomfortable lingering.

"It's okay, Brother. Not long." Paris compels. Finally Asha complied. The three of them took a look around to get to where while pushing the shopping trolly.

"Eat rice only, Non. If you eat not rice will not be full," suggested Angga. Asha thought so too. But his mouth was silent. He's feeling restless. I don't know because of what. He has been silent since.

Asha's feet only follow Paris and Angga who is discussing will choose to find food where. Finally they arrived at a food outlet that serves a variety of rice menus.

"Asha," rebuked someone behind Asha. Right near the food outlet door. Asha's body turned around hearing the reprimand.