Forced to Marry a Cruel Young Master

Chapter 16: Is she in love?

"Aaaa, Mahesa won't, I want to go down!"

Shouted Isvara, who was clearly very, very frightened.

"It's okay, I always hold your hand" Mahesa said as she continued to lead Isvara.

The two of them are now on top of the rooftop of a building. Not an idea of where Mahesa got it, to bring it to this place.

"If the afternoon sky is good, that's why I bring you here" Mahesa said as if knowing what his mind was.

"But Mahesa, I-I'm so scared."

It was nothing, but Mahesa continued to lead him to the edge directly facing down, Mahesa said sitting on the edge of the rooftop was very pleasant.

But no, Isvara was very scared.

"Are you afraid of heights?" Ask the man who is starting to worry.

Isvara nodded. "Since I was a kid I've never been on a high, it's really creepy."

"Geez!" Mahesa was suffocating, she completely blamed her negligence.

"Well don't look down, just relax I'll take you to the middle."

Isvara replied with a timid nod. Every now and then he would steal a look under this building.

But still his fear of heights never seemed to escape.Isvara hated high places.

Slowly with closed eyes Isvara followed Mahesa's steps and now they are in a safer place.

Isvara breathed a sigh of relief, Mahesa watched her, the girl even broke out in a cold sweat, instantly Mahesa felt guilty.

"I'm sorry I didn't ask you first."

Isvara. "No problem, I know you just want to try to cheer me up," stared with a smile.

"Well, you said, the afternoon sky here is beautiful."

Isvara took a few steps forward, watching the orange sky, as birds danced, dotting the horizon.

"You like it?"

Isvara nodded. "It's so beautiful."

Mahesa continued to watch Isvara, looking at the beautiful face, who was now smiling.

It is not the smile of compulsion that always hides the wound.

"Since long ago, this place has always been my favorite place to be silent."

"Watching a beautiful afternoon while painting."

"Painting?" Isvara frowned.

Mahesa nodded. "I've always loved drawing up until now."

Mahesa then unzipped the zipper of the small bag she always carried, removing the contents from it.

Isvara noticed, there was a little book and a Pinsil or some kind of pen, Isvara didn't really know.

Mahesh stretched out his arms, equalizing Isvara's height with the pen in his hand.

"Can I paint you?" Ask the man. Blink one of his eyes.

"Eh? Painting myself?"

"Right, if someone wants to take a picture of someone else, you have to get permission, right?"

Isvara nodded, assuring.

"But I'm ugly."

"Who said?" Now it was Mahesa's turn to widen her pupils.

"You are always beautiful Isvara, wherever and whenever."

Isvara who heard that, fumbled for a moment. "Well, then how's my style?"

"No, you just have to shut up like this and smile."

Isvara nodded. "All right."

Then Mahesa began to paint herself, scribbling pen on white paper with a serious face.

In his heart, Isvara praised the man.

Until they do not realize that since then there have been those who are secretly staring at them. Watch them from a radar not too far away.

Who else if not Gerald. Yeah, the guy deliberately followed the two of them all the way here.

Seeing how Isvara who smiled at Mahesa made his heart as if it were overflowing with hot lava.

Burning and not liking. He himself was confused what kind of upset this was? The point is he doesn't like seeing Isvara with other men.

With a bent face, Gerald left the rooftop area, then called a number on his phone.

"Samuel, accompany me to the club!"

***

The time has shown ten o'clock at night, but the excitement of the club continues to ring loudly, with music and disco lights, as well as DJs who do not stop playing songs.

Gerald was drinking in his place, a female bartender put a bottle that I don't know for him.

"Udah Ger, how many bottles have you been drinking? Dear lives!"

Samuel in his seat was frustrated, it was only a week ago that this man drank a lot, and now it is happening again.

"Bawel lo! Sono, just order it*Ng you want, I'll buy!" Said Gerald who had started to daze with red eyes.

"Buset sedep bener by the way. Take the gas!"

Without thinking anymore Samuel rose from his seat and chose women in sexy dresses who were dancing.

A few minutes away, Samuel returned with each woman of the night to his left.

"It's okay to stay a while."

"Over is bodoamat. Just gas, if necessary until their bones are broken!"he looked at the women with that thick make-up.

"Siappp boss, break ae!" If it had been like this no one would have stopped Samuel.

Samuel kissed each woman's lips in a dress lacking that material.

"Let's go baby, we're happy-happy!"

The two women laughed, feeling good. When else can a handsome guy customer. If not paid they do not matter.Originally can enjoy the stocky body that Samuel had.

Hours passed after Samuel's departure with both jal*Ng to complete their desire.

Gerald still remained faithful with the bottle of drink in his hand, he downed the illicit drink with reddened eyes like he wanted to cry.

The female bartender who had been paying attention to her was also feeling pity, wanting to get close but she was self-conscious.

While Gerald increasingly can not support his body. It was like losing all his strength.

Now the shadows about the proximity of Isvara and Mahesa always flashed like haunting him.

He was angry, he was upset, but Gerald did not know what he was feeling.

"Damn you Isvara, why do you keep popping into my mind?!"

Gerald shouted in frustration, then chose to rise with a limp body. Many jal*Ng who volunteered even deliberately brought their sexy body closer to Gerald. But Gerald brushed them off violently and even snapped at him.

"Geez, Gerald! why are you walking alone?!"

Samuel, who had completed his passion for the woman that night, screamed inadvertently at Gerald staggering into the parking lot.

Samuel was stunned when he saw the teary Gerald, something Samuel had never seen before. Gerald's crying.

"Lo why Ger?" he took Gerald's body.

"Why, every cave thinks the woman always shows up? it's never like a ghost doesn't want to be far away."

Samuel frowned, who is Gerald talking about?

"Samuel, you ask the cave, do you ever hate women?"

Samuel shook. "Switch Ger, you're drunk again."

"Gua always hated the girl, Isvara.but why at the same time the cave always wanted to deket her, wanted to see her smile because of the cave, not because of another man."

"Why? what's with the cave self?"

Samuel sighed, then shook his head. Gerald was like a unstable man in love, or did he just feel it?

Half an hour Samuel spent just listening to Gerald's complaint, and all that about Isvara.

About how Isvara upset Gerald, Isvara who always fought every pain he gave, all about the girl.

"The cave doesn't like it when he's Deket with other men, the cave doesn't like it when he's more dependent on other men. The cave just wants him to just rely on the cave, just look towards the cave!"

"What's so strange in a cave?"

"That's his name Lo Jealous Ger!"

Gerald looked over with reddened eyes. "I mean Lo?"

"Ger, Lo can not understand yourself or not be sensitive to the same feelings Lo? Samuel was breathing, puffed up.

"That means you like Isvara, you don't want him Deket with other men and only you can be there for him. Means you love Ger, you're in love!" Samuel said it with a vein that almost came out, so that his friend understood.

Gerald shook his head slowly. "So, that's impossible, you can't fall in love with her."

Samuel rubbed his face rough.Slightly annoyed that Gerald had instead brushed off his own feelings.

"Now the cave asks you hate Isvara?"

Gerald nodded. "Of course."

"Keep if you hate, why do you keep thinking of him?"

Gerald looked at Samuel, and then he was silent.

"This.lo is already in love with Ger. don't deny your feelings anymore."