Wife Saving Young Master Arvin
11: After the agreement

That afternoon, after all his family along with the men of his Grandmother Arvin left, also after the apartment alias Arvin's house back as usual, as usual, Ashera was no longer living in the Ravarden's main residence.

The current Ashera, of course, must live in the same place as Arvin.

And the problem right now for Ashera herself is, she has to accept a worse reality. In front of his eyes there were already several sheets of paper containing a contract, of course, a marriage contract.

Determine the rules of the marriage undertaken by the two of them.

"A-Arvin ap -"

"You always call me Arvin, I'm your master, too. So even if you are no longer a servant in my grandmother's house, that doesn't mean you should be free from your lowly status. Panggi I Young master. Whatever it is you have to do as I say, even that marriage contract you're holding, you have absolutely no right to protest.

So sign it right now, so the process can be done quickly." Arvin said at length, until he managed to interrupt his words Ashera who had been guessed first by Arvin.

"Sorry~ Mr...young," Ashera nervously, finally called Arvin as Young Master. Although it felt reluctant, because the young Master who could make Ashera able to call him properly was a dignified young Master.

And the great madam, Arvin's Nenenk, was the reason Ashera respected the old woman so much, because her grandmother Arvin had a charm that always managed to grab her attention.

Have a firm nature, discipline, and know what is right and wrong. That's why Ashera is actually heavy-hearted having to live somewhere else like this.

But how else? There was someone he had to serve, and that was Arvin.

"But young master, why do I feel that the most disadvantaged is just me?" Kernyit Ashera, seeing from the row of numbers that represent every applicable contractual condition, all refer to Arvin must be served.

"Shut up, listen, and just do what I say." Cetus Arvin's.

'Yes, I have no right to refute him, for he-' For a moment Ashera glanced back at Arvin, and sure enough the face was indifferent and with a bad temper and arrogant, face alone does not fade its charm, will be a face that is quite toxic. 'My husband,'

One last sentence he had to take with a heavy heart, because Ashera only liked his face.

'Yes, anyways, my destiny is bad enough. Rather than me arguing with him constantly, I will obey him.' After the existing conditions, Ashera also signed the marriage contract letter.

A wedding that lasts only one year?

Ashera who has lost her precious treasure to a person whom Ashera does not even love, makes her not know what else she has to do, unless she obeys him like her servant.

The basis of the servant is to obey his master, and on the one hand, a wife must also obey her husband's will.

That was all that was written about this young girl, because she did not know at all what roles she had to recognize to participate between the Wife and the servant, either, because both of those things feel the same.

'He finally wanted to sign it too.' In bali that cold-looking face, in silence Arvin smiled cynically with the decision taken by Ashera was a very appropriate decision, even without much thought. 'He really is resigned, huh? Heh ..., the seal as a servant is still in his face, even though he is now my wife.' Arvin murmured in the heart.

"Nih-" Slightly threw the document on the table, so that the document was dragged forward, and ended up in front of Arvin directly.

"Alright, even if you're stupid enough, but you can understand what I'm saying, that's a pretty good count." Arvin said with a smile satisfied with the eyes continue to look at the row of writings that Arvin has made himself.

'Can his mouth be silent? Why does his tongue stay sharp to that sharp? Does he have a heart or not?' The grumbling Ashera in his heart, of course already had a sense of annoyance with this one human.

But because Arvin was a person he could not offend at will, Ashera was just silent while listening.

"Because I'm tired, so your job now is to buy me the caramel-flavored coffee that's on block 4."

"But it's 8 o'clock, is it still open?"

"Huh?" One of his eyebrows shot up, and he replied: "Open or close, wouldn't you know if you'd been there and seen for yourself?" Arvin said with a face expression so flat.

Ashera is actually equally tired, because from the morning he had to do many strange rituals that he had never done before just to wear a wedding dress, about not eating, so that the dress fit, so that the dress fit, and not to mention he had to participate in a tiring reception, inevitably had to be held first because his beloved husband was craving to drink caramel-flavored coffee.

Ashera previously sighed, then asked: "What's the name of the place? Buy how much? If the shop closes do I have to go somewhere else? If so, is there a backup cafe? Then what temperature should I keep for young master to drink? And how many grams of sugar would you like the young master to mix?"

Rained with a row of questions that are so detailed, Arvin immediately glared. 'Is that how he served my grandmother?'

'To avoid getting hit if I buy wrong, of course, all those questions are standard questions from people with voter types. Although I don't know if he is a picky person, I should avoid anything that harms me.' Ashera's heart.

As a waiter who has served his grandmother Arvin for more than seven years, of course Ashera understands very well the requests of each person is different.

Unlike ordinary people who do not like to choose, because the important thing is to drink and can buy caramel-flavored coffee can be purchased according to the standards of the store, a person from the rich, must have something quite troublesome, namely the requirement to drink what will go into his mouth.

'When I thought, he would foolishly just buy coffee without asking so many questions like this.' was not satisfied with the way Ashera asked complete questions without any gaps, he said, Arvin also lost his taste to work on it. "Buy it, don't bac*t much."

"..........!" Ashera became even more annoyed with Arvin's attitude. "Then where's the money." Ashera extended her hand towards Arvin to ask for money.

"Don't you have money, buy it with your own money. Not because I'm your husband doesn't mean you can just ask me for money. Anyway, my grandmother must have given you money, right? And anyway, you've been working for years, you must have saved a lot of money." Papar Arvin, did not make a pause to say what he wanted to say to Ashera who had dared to ask him for money.

"........." Ashera who again get a pretty hard satire from Arvin, the helping hand just ends with a fist so strong. And in him, Ashera also gritted his teeth, really dislike Arvin's attitude so arbitrarily towards him. "But it's your responsibility to give me money, after all, it's you who wants coffee. Not to be ashamed, buy coffee from someone like me?"

"First of all, your words are impolite, still saying me, not me. Then second, what do I care about shame or not. The order is still the order, just buy it there and keep using your money! You're the one who made me marry you, so just assume you're paying me your debt." And after saying that, Arvin directly threw the sofa cushion loudly to Ashera.