DEVANO
2. meetings

"Master" Laks turned his head, saw the girl and walked towards her.

"What's wrong Miss?" Arsya smiled faintly, hesitating to ask.

"What is my job, sir?" Laks was silent for a moment and then he looked at Arsya.

"Mr Vano asked you to be his personal assistant" Arsya was surprised, Assistant? having one assistant is not enough for him, Arsya murmured.

"Is there anything that needs to be asked again Miss?"

"What's his name?"

"Mr Devano Rega Pratama, excuse me Miss. Your room is to the right of Mr. Vano's room" Arsya nodded and went to his room.

"Mr Laks said my room was next to the chameleon's room! but where's the room" Arsya circulated her gaze, in front of her there are now four rooms then where's the room.

If I open the room where maybe because it has been turned away, um do I open one by one just to make sure.I will start it from the right.

"Let's see the viewers! Is this my room!" It's like *Youtuber.

Cklek*bb*....

"Well! it turns out that there is nothing empty here! Don't be disappointed with the viewers! because we still have 2 possibilities" Arsya still acts like a YouTuber with that ridiculous style, impressed Norak! he comes from a rich family too.

"Okay let's open up which one was this guy? right what is left? Because today I'm so tired without a stale ado I'm going to open the left door first maybe this is the right choice!"

"Help is helped. 1..2...3.."

Cklek....

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" Arsya shouted and covered her ears.You could see how ridiculous Arsya was.

"Tu.sir what are you doing!" Arsya asked with eyes still glaring towards Vano, then Vano walked towards her.

"Tu.sir, don't come near your cover! Poor my eyes" Vano indifferently he stayed close.

"Your eyes love it" asked coldly looking Arsya in the eyes with a horrifying look.

"Don't you know how to close your eyes?" Arsya was surprised, it turns out that what he covered was not his eyes but his two ears.

"Sorry Lord" Arsya smiled shyly, then left in front of Vano without respect.

You crazy girl! vano Ogat.

Ccleks...

"It turns out this is my room! Why is the waiter's room so fancy? Did he privilege all the servants by giving the sultan's child-like facilities?" Arsya stretched her muscles for a moment.

tok.tokm...

"Miss Arash? is this you?" Arsya again made astonishment, why all call it by the name of Arash.

"I'm sorry, my name is Arsya not Arash" Arsya explained, the middle-aged woman smiled and then looked down and cried.

"Let's go in, I want to ask" Arsya held her hand and took the seat.

"Who are you? Why call me Arash? Who's Arash?" Cecar Arsya, since he thought he was filled with questions 'Arash'.

"I'm Ningsih Non, the waiter here, I think Miss is Miss Arash Miss's face is very similar to her" explained Ningsih.

"Then? who exactly is Arash?" Not yet had time to answer Ningsih moved from his dudk.

"Sorry Miss, I still have a lot of work if miss there is a need to call me" He passed from the presence of Arsya, he scratched his neck that does not itch.

God, why is everyone calling me arash! who her?

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Vano is still struggling with his laptop a little bit he massaged his temple. He thought of Arsya the girl he met in front of his office.

Why does her face look so much like Arash, Heci is she your reincarnation? to accompany me? Oh No! he only has a face like you but not your nature Vano murmured.

tok.tokk...

"Lake in!" The door opened and showed Arsya with a tray in her hand.

"Did you come here to see my chest again?" He asked, Arsya gulped how he thought he would see the chest of his old field.

"I only deliver coffee for Mister, because said Bi Ningsih Tuan likes coffee so I made you not.."

"That's a big deal you!" On the sarcas ketus, Vano took the coffee and drank it.

"I'm asking you as an Assistant not a Servant! return the tray and come back here!"

"Good sir" Arsya came out and half ran into the kitchen. You chameleon master! notya thank you even cursing! You finally like this better I want to be betrothed!

"What's up, sir?"

"Come here and massage my legs!" Arsya came closer to the sofa where her employer was sitting.

"If this is the same as a servant! pake cool-ass is called an assistant!" Arsya muttered.

"You said something."

"No Master I'm just humming" Arsya boasted, if caught could die young he.

Arsya circulated her gaze throughout the room, she wondered why the paint walls are pink and white usually men synonymous with dark colors. He stopped staring at the corner by the window of a painting of a woman.

"Is he Arash? a woman who looks like me? though from the painting alone is clearly different the original is much different! what people start with eye pain to not be able to distinguish one person from another" murmured Arsya.