My servant, Asha

Help Rendra or...

Rendra who called at this hour alone was very surprising, let alone ask for help. What exactly is Rendra doing?

***

Asha hurriedly picked up the jacket and left the room quietly. Walk in tiptoes so as not to wake Rike. Nor does Bik Sumi want to wake up. He didn't need to change clothes because since coming between the chakras earlier, he hasn't changed clothes.

"Am!.mmph." Asha silenced her own mouth for fear of shouting. Afraid that everyone would wake up because of his screams. She is shocked by Paris appearing in the hallway of the maid's room. After being sure he was done being surprised, he opened his smouldering hand to his mouth, "What are you doing here, Paris...?" Asha widened her eyes in anxiety. Sizzling furious.

Paris is silent. Seeing Asha and finally opening his voice. "I intervened," he said slowly making Asha astonished. Legs stepped.

"Antar? Where's where?" tanya Asha was still whispering and was silent not following Paris' feet. He's still in the same place.

"Sister Arga," Paris replied as she turned her body to Asha. Asha's eyes peeked into Paris's countenance. "I knew. Rendra called me first, but I'd rather call Asha's sister" Paris said.

Good advice, growled Asha in heart.

"Maybe Brother Arga wants to meet Kak Asha, so I advise Rendra to contact Kak Asha," continued Paris like hearing the voice of Asha.

Want to meet me? Just be right... Just made my head dizzy by saying bad things about me. Now you want to meet me? Goddamnit! Asha's hands clenched in fury.

Actually, Asha had refused when Rendra asked for help.

"I can't force the director to go home immediately. He should be able to get up early because tomorrow Mr. Hendarto will hold an important meeting about the new Mall."

"I can't. Sorry...."

"I know you're having problems. But I can't care about that for now. This is more important. The director should be fit tomorrow morning. He cannot be in a state of influence. If the director can't perform fitly, I'm sure Mr Hendarto will be very angry. You know for yourself how Mr. Hendarto is when it comes to work."

Asha silence. Rendra was right about Mr. Hendarto. "He was angry with me. Can I make him listen to me? When he tried to ignore me?"

"I don't know. You sure look more valuable than me. You are the one he loves."

"Maybe no longer," murmured Asha in a heavy voice as she felt hurt herself by her sentence.

"Try Asha. Do the best you can to get Arga out of Mr. Hendarto's rampage, "please Rendra.

"I don't know." Asha said it reluctantly.

"I'll pick you up."

"I didn't say I was willing" Asha argued.

"I know," replied Rendra coldly. Hearing this, Asha became goosebumps herself. Imagine how cold Rendra's face looks behind his glasses.

Maybe Rendra called Paris and said all her conversations with Asha. Until Paris stood guard in the hallway of the maid's room. Waiting for Asha to come out on her own from her nest. Go out and decide to help Rendra.

Paris' hopes were granted when she saw the maid's door open. Paris could see Asha out of the room.

"Angga is already outside waiting by motorbike" said Paris, who apparently involved Angga again in the mission this time. He told Angga to take out a motorbike and push it up near the gate. Waiting for Paris gave the sign to Angga's phone, that Asha came out of her room.

***

Asha comes to the 'Vegas club' with an escort by Angga. Paris is waiting at home. Supervise the state of the house and convey to Angga if circumstances are not possible. There, one of the club's employees was ready to deliver Asha to the place where Rendra was. Angga waiting in front of the bar table.

Rendra was already standing in front of the passageway leading to the VIP room anxiously. The expression of anxiety is actually not in the look on Rendra's face. But seeing a thin smile drawn on Rendra's lips, it can already be considered he was happy. Then Rendra was really waiting for the arrival of Asha.

"I'm sorry I'm interrupting your time." Rendra said it while bowing respectfully.

"I've said you don't have to be very respectful to me" Asha said, unanswered by Rendra.

"My respect is not because you're the director's lover, but because you're willing to help me." a cold answer appeared as they walked down the hall and no longer faced each other. Asha snorted softly.

"A meeting with a business friend or something?" ask Asha while looking around. To all parts of this hallway that are dim. Maybe intentionally designed like this.

"No."

"Why did you two end up here?" This time Asha saw Rendra.

Asha understood where it came from. He must be from Asha's place. Maybe when he accidentally met Arga on the basketball court. The man looked very angry. Until a very annoying insulting sentence appears. Asha's hands clenched and growled again.

When she first heard the insulting sentence, Asha was so shocked that she could only slap. But this time it was different. Asha was already fit after crying. Sometimes, tears are the best way to reduce the pain in the heart.

"He's inside" Rendra invited. Asha's eyes stared at the door of a room that read VIP in front of her.

So he's in this room?

"You have to be ready for whatever you see inside. Gesture your back and chin first, before stepping in" advised Rendra.

"Without opening the door I knew what he was doing inside. I'm not a kid. Don't fret. I know how I'm supposed to act." Asha's voice sounded light. It seems Asha is ready. No words express anger. Rendra. It's just that this woman's face is starting to harden. Finally, Rendra invited Asha in.

Asha's hand opened the entrance of the VIP room. Inside, the sudden pungent smell of cigarettes made him slightly cough. Did Arga smoke that? The new activities Asha knows. As Asha knew, the man's body had never smelled tobacco. Arga is usually clean. But maybe it's the smell of cigarette smoke from the ladies of the order. Asha saw someone tucking a cigarette on her finger.

I also smell something. It may be an unusual alcoholic drink. Because many bottles of drink lined the table in front of the sofa. Asha does not understand. He did not know how the taste and smell of alcoholic beverages actually were. There, on the shiny maroon leather sofa, sat the man with his sturdy body surrounded by the women of the night who seemed deliberately in the message.

Women who are beautiful and with minimal clothes are laughing and smiling with Arga. Even though they were near Arga, none of them really came close and touched him. They simply accompanied and poured drinks in the empty Arga glass.

This guy's base...

Some women try to joke which makes others laugh happily. Arga just smiled faintly and looked reluctantly at them. Then his hand raised the glass and sipped the drink.

It seems he's not drunk. So, what am I being told to come here for? See him having fun? It's glorious what Rendra did.

"Who are you?" asked the curly haired woman towards Asha who was standing straight by the door. From behind his drink Arga saw this woman coming.

"You having fun?" ask Asha flat. Arga placed his drink on the table and saw Asha again.

"He who is Sir? Do you know him?" ask the woman in black full of shiny sequins.

"I know him," replied Arga still with his dislike.

"I know it's pretty fun here. But it seems like this is enough. Time for you to get out of here." Asha still said it flatly.

"I can manage my own time. And you can also behave as you please. We don't have to pay attention to each other. You know enough of that," Arga raised his glass.

"You are right and very right. But maybe I'm just fulfilling someone's wish...." Or maybe not, Asha continued in his heart. Hearing this Arga's eyes grew pointed with the cold. Molars tightened. His teeth were also heard.

"Hey, what are you doing? You better get out of here! You make Mr. Arga feel bad about your presence," said the night woman beside Arga in annoyance.

"really. Mr. Arga is looking to enjoy this pleasure. Why did you ruin it?!" another female timpal.

"I don't need to listen to your babbling," Asha said coldly and dismissively without looking at them. Asha's eyes just stared straight at Arga.

"Be quiet your mouths... Your kind of woman won't be able to fight it easily. She's not just any woman," hissed Arga growled.

The women instantly silently turned their heads towards Arga who seemed to be defending Asha. Their eyes could not believe that their words had been confirmed by Arga. Then they looked at Asha's body which was indeed when compared to the bodies of those women who were very contained, Asha became look like a schoolboy who accidentally entered the nightclub.

"Pour a drink in my glass" Arga ordered with a stiff growl. The woman immediately picked up an alcoholic bottle and poured it over.

"I'm asking you to go home, Ga," Asha asked solemnly.

"No need for you to give the order, I'll definitely go home. But after I enjoy my pleasure. Isn't this more pleasant than I should see the restlessness of someone who is stubborn and doesn't understand at all about a feeling" Arga quipped very clearly and sharply. His eyebrows shot up with a look on his face underestimating him. Asha knows that. Arga is provoking it. "Aren't you here just because of someone's wishes? This is not your wish. So step aside if you really don't want to do this."

Asha was still staring with a calm face that could not be read. How can he be calm when his lover is in a room containing seductive women. Maybe the word lover is no longer there or...he is just pretending to be okay?

There was a pain in Arga's heart that felt as those eyes looked at him with cold eyes. Asha did not react.

Asha really doesn't understand my feelings. What does his brain think?

Arga has never been excessive to any woman. Even that's Chelsea. Arga can be nice even if he's hurt. But he could not be possessive at Chelsea when they were still in a love affair between a man and a woman.

Maybe Arga deserves to be called a coward, a flabby guy and all the things that lead to his indecisive self, for being generous to Chelsea who voted with Evan when he chose him as his fiancee. He said he didn't have to be angry because she betrayed him. It's too valuable his anger if it should be clearly revealed in front of Chelsea.

But when with Asha, just a little sentence Asha like to get away from him, Arga like directly rose blood. His emotions peaked at the highest level. Just look at Asha's expression. It's like he doesn't feel anything. He's flat. Arga almost turned the bar table in front of him furiously.

Asha seemed to be underestimating him. The woman seemed to be watching her fall because she was slowly rejected by Asha. This woman was her lover, but she was very cold and did not react with her unusual actions.