Forced to Marry a Cruel Young Master

Chapter 15: The painful accusation

"Raka, wait!"

The man who was called looked.

"What's wrong?"

Isvara looked at Raka's face, handsome with a sharp gaze like an eagle, Isvara was sure if this man was not too cute he would be a prima donna wherever he was.

"Why do you love Kayra the letter?"

Raka nodded. The tall man aligned himself with Isvara.

"What's the motive?"

Dahi Raka shriveled. "meaning?"

"You already know Kayra likes you, but when Kayra turns on her feelings you reject her. So now you even give him a letter, what do you mean? Mainin my sister's feelings?"

Raka chuckles. "You think it's far away."

"Then?"

"Aren't you sure what I gave you was a love letter?"

"Hmmm, really." Now even Isvara looks stupid.

One month Living in this entrepreneurial residence, Isvara and Raka have only known each other two days, because Raka is also quite familiar with the servants here, so he is also familiar with Isvara.

Isvara so remember how at first he could be familiar with Raka.

"Is there anything you can help?" Ask that time, when Isvara had trouble lifting heavy weights.

"Eh," Isvara gawked because without her consent Raka had taken over her job.

"Raka."

"Eh ... " Isvara gawked again.

"Raka, the son of the private driver of the wirasena family," he said as if introducing himself.

"You are Isvara, the daughter-in-law of this family."

Isvara smiled bitterly. "It's not exactly a maid."

"Don't humble yourself, you're still the wife of the son of the family, no matter how they respond, you're still the daughter-in-law of this family."

Isvara smiled, if in thought everything happened so briefly.

"God, make your own smile."

Isvara. "It's okay."

"Yes, if you get Kayra again" he threatened.

Raka gawking. "Wouldn't."

"I and Kayra's love affairs have nothing to do with you anyway."

Isvara. "But still Kayra is like my own sister, it still has to do with me."

"Damnah, okay. But the urinals are also your love story with Gerald."

Isvara again snorted.Raka smiled amusedly.

"Why do you call Gerald rich so familiar?" Isvara asked in surprise.

"Well, if I'm a little fit to live here, so I've played with Gerald, Samuel, keep Brandon.boyfriend is."

"Well, cool can maen same employer's son." Isvara grinning the horse.

Raka who is anxious to plash the head of Isvara.The two of them if they meet it is already like a brother and brother or Tom and Jerry.

Isvara is like finding an older brother figure in Raka. she hopes that if Raka and Kayra are paired, Raka can take care of Kayra like this.

"Arava!"

Isvara and Raka reflexively turned their heads.

There was Gerald staring intently at them.

Gerald approached the two with a sharp sword-wielding gaze.

Without further admonition Gerald grabbed Isvara's hand and pulled him away.

Raka who saw it keget but he could only be silent.cannot do anything.

Sighs and then walks away.

***

"Gerald let go, let go!" Isvara continued to rebel trying to let go of her hand.

In a small room they stopped.

Gerald let go of his hand, then turned around with an unusual look on his face.

"It is impossible not to take a hand!" Isvara, growling.

Gerald's grip was so strong that it put a red mark on his wrist.

Isvara's forehead frowned. "What do you mean?"

"The question is, Mahesa or Raka!" This time Gerald snapped.

Even his vocabulary has now turned rough.

"What the hell, it's none of your business!"

"Oh so actually lo same Raka is nothing? Great lo ya, even the driver's son load!"

Isvara's heart rumbled for a moment. "Just what you say!"

Gerald laughed as he clapped his hands. "Great, great in addition to the son of a corrupt, you are also a seductress."

Plaque! Isvara slaps Gerald in the cheek.

"Udah Gerald enough, it's been enough all this time you've humbled me!"

Like a big stone pressing down on him, Isvara's chest was so tight to hear the man's words.

"But never insult my father!" He said, there were already puddles of tears that he tried to hold.

Gerald pulled both of Isvara's shoulders until they faced close enough.

Isvara flinched with widened pupils. "Let go!" rottanya.

"This horror is fine, whatever you do here, how is it the cave does not care, as long as never to toy with the hearts of Mahesa and Raka!"

Gerald stared intently like a knife, his hand clutching Isvara's shoulder to make the girl grimace in pain.

"Or do you want to be called jal*Ng? so, don't ever do that, okay?!"

Then Gerald let go of his grip and passed away.

Isvara's tears fell without his resistance. His heart was so sore hearing the insults from the man's mouth.

Why did he become weak like this?

***

Isvara shed her tears near the kitchen.

His hands clenched at the end of the table, and he wept for a moment there, until a clap shocked Isvara.

Isvara looked over, there was Mahesa who was now looking at him.

"Same Gerald again?" Mahesa asked, as already memorized if Isvara like this must be because of Gerald.

"You seen him?" Isvara was afraid that Mahesa was there when Gerald insulted her.

The last time the two men almost got into a fight was because of him.

Mahesa shook her head. "want until when does the gini-rich continue?"

Isvara wiped her cheeks. "I'm fine."

"Always, you hide your sadness and don't want others to know."

"Thank you for always being considerate of me Mahesa, but I'm fine." Isvara smiled sweetly trying to convince the man.

Sighing and shaking her head, Mahesa took Isvara's hand and carried it to her chest.

Isvara was surprised, he could feel Mahesa's heart beating fast.

"Here you? If you're sad my heartbeat can stop suddenly. So don't be sad anymore."

Isvara put on a strange face, pulled her hand from the man's chest, then in the next second she chuckled.

"Are you a tombal, huh?"

"That's a dreadlocks?" Mahesa chuckled.

"Dad, that's a big deal. Do you want to be Dilan in 1990?"

"Originally her Milea, it's okay."

Then they both laughed. Mahesa smiled looking at Isvara, she was glad Isvara was no longer sad.

"You coming with me?"

"Where?"

"Somewhere, to drive away your grief."

"But the -eh," Isvara had not yet asked Mahesa had already pulled her hand forward.

"Let's go in young lady" he said, letting Isvara into the car.

Isvara smiled gently then slowly got into the car.

Right on the top floor of this house, someone noticed the speed of their car to the outside of the gate.

Gerald, the man clenched his hands behind his pants pocket.

"They're more and more in the morning, the more bumpy it turns out."

Gerald hit the window and walked to get his car keys and walked out of the room in a rage ready to explode.