Forced to Marry a Cruel Young Master

Chapter 10: Stuck: help of a foreign man

The dinner went on as usual, the whole family had returned to their rooms.

Now in the pantry left Isvara with a few helpers who clean the leftovers and dirty dishes.

It has been a week he was in this house, but nothing has changed. let it be, Isvara hopes to stay this way for the next 6 months until finally he is free.

Yeah, maybe it was just Gerald's torture that changed him a little.

Beyond that, like the humiliation he always received from Aunt Arini and her son Brinda, he could accept although sometimes really hurt.

Isvara stretched out her arms to relax the muscles of the body, she was very tired and wanted to go to sleep immediately, but the sound of the message distracts her.

With Kayra's name on it, Isvara opened the message.

[Sister, tomorrow I will express my feelings to Raka with the cake I made earlier, pray for me yes.]

I write it using a smiling emoticon.

Isvara smiled and typed a reply there.

[Okay spirit.] With a smiling emoticon as well.

Isvara then put his phone back, in view of the wall clock that shows eleven o'clock at night, the servants have returned to their respective contests, now only Isvara who rested the body.

Drr! The phone in Isvara's pocket shook, the girl with long wavy hair immediately picked it up.

'To my room now!'

Isvara scrunched his forehead.

"Wait who is this?"

"Gerald. Hurry to my room in five!'

Isvara widened his eyes, before he protested the connection was cut off unilaterally, but Isvara immediately ran up the stairs to the third floor where Gerald's room was located.

Arriving there. Isvara managed to catch her breath, then she hurriedly displayed an ordinary look and opened Gerald's unlocked room.

"You called me?" Isvara to the point, looking at the man who is now sleeping on his feet with both hands placed behind his head.

Brak! Gerald throws a small note book until it falls under Isvara's feet.

"Take it and read it" he said, then took a cell phone to play with.

Isvara stared intently at Gerald's treatment, but at last he could only sigh and take the small note.

"Buy all the stuff I've written there."

"What's? You're telling me to shop?"

Gerald nodded.

"You're right? It's Gerald's night!" Isvara is made emotional.

"Then what's the problem? All the items I wrote were in the nearest minimarket. And the minimarket is open 24 hours!"

"But Gerald, it's eleven o'clock."

"I told you what the problem is!" Gerald's voice was rising.

"You just have to do what I tell you to do, remember you're the babu here, run all my orders!"

"But I'm your wife too!" Isvara no less raise the volume of the sound.

He had cape really, Gerald seemed never satisfied to torture him.

Gerald snorted. "Wife? Do you really want to be considered my wife?"

"Not so Gerald, but try to think about my feelings once, I'm a woman too!"

Gerald laughed. "It's funny that you're always talking so arrogant and conceited now even ask me to think about your feelings."

"Do you admit your defeat?"

Isvara tightened his grip on the notebook he held, his eyes were already glazed, indeed he was now getting tired of all the man's games, but not 'Isvara' his name if he admitted his defeat.

"All right, I'll follow your game!"

Their gazes met for a few seconds, before Isvara finally turned and walked out of the room.

***

Isvara walked down the big road alone, no vehicles passing by all looked lonely and dark.

Gerald didn't let him carry a vehicle, while the supermarket was a short distance away, it took him at least 15 minutes to arrive.

Isvara stared at the credit card that the man had been loving her with. I think he just wants to cry.

"Prophe Isvara, only 6 months and everything will pass." He convinced himself.

Isvara was afraid, he wanted to embrace the father at this time, if with his father he felt like a princess who was bestowed with affection.

Isvara wants to go all the way from here.

Even at the minimarket, the girl's netra was constantly shedding tears, while taking Gerald's groceries, Isvara held back her prank that wanted to come out.

It raises a question mark for some minimarket visitors, They look at Isvara and look at each other like pity on the girl.

Someone patted her on the shoulder, making the girl who was about to take the drink turn her head.

"Son, are you okay?" ask a well-groomed middle-aged woman.

"No" answered Isvara.

"It's 12 o'clock in the evening, you shop alone?"

Isvara nodded.The grandmother seemed to review the smile.

"This Minimarket is not 24 hours, but not good for a sweet girl like you shopping alone at night."

"Here, for you." The grandmother handed him a plaster wound.

Isvara was confused, for what?

"That's for the wound on your forehead." the grandmother pointed at her forehead, gesturing.

Isvara touched his forehead, sure enough there was a wound there, Isvara remembers getting the wound when Brinda threw it with a handle broom.

Isvara smiled and thanked me.

He was grateful that there were good people around him.

***

Time showed twelve o'clock passing as Isvara walked home.

How many times has he called Gerald's number to at least pick himself up here. But the man did not lift at all making him more afraid.

Not because Isvara was afraid of ghosts, but he was afraid because this area was prone by begal, that's what Isvara knew during his stay in this area.

The wind suddenly blew fiercely as Isvara almost found a crowded highway.

Up from a distance Isvara like seeing a group of people who ride a motorcycle.

Isvara squinted for the sake of seeing clearly until the sound of the vehicle horn rang out in the ears.

The motors were headed towards him, their vehicles approached and revolved around Isvara.

Vehicle smoke blocked Isvara's path, he was afraid could they be a gang of motorcycle gangs? because the jackets they wear are all the same.

Instincts of vigilance immediately lit up, Isvara looking for a gap to escape.

But their motors blocked Isvara's steps, now he was really scared, his groceries were scattered because of the fall.

Isvara did not think about it anymore, because Now his life in betting.Isvara ran but their vehicle chased after him.

Cold sweat mixed with fear, Isvara's body trembled as the men got off their bikes.

"New prey" one of them said.

"Why do you want?"

"It's okay, we don't bite."

"Uhuy, look at this voluminous body," one whistled chiming in.

Isvara shook his head in fear, those dirty hands had now begun to dare to touch his body.

"Alone alone, let's play first with us-we, guaranteed to be satisfied," then they all laughed.

"Don't beg you, don't." Isvara shook her head when both of her hands were pulled by two large men.

"It's okay to be sick for a while doang neng, ntar is also delicious."

"Brush ajalah not much snout!"

Then they dragged Isvara's hand into the bushes, Isvara crying hysterically.

His shadow immediately turned to his father, Isvara was very afraid.

"No please don't, don't!"

They ignored the moans of Isvara.The eyes of the men lacking the caress had looked lustfully at him, one hand of them was about to touch his hand, Isvara closed his eyes crying over his tragic life.

Bruckk! suddenly, someone came out of nowhere kicking the man who was about to take Isvara down.

The man brutally finished off the plotters who were about to reach Isvara.