Forced to Marry a Cruel Young Master

Chapter 18: Hate to love

Gerald woke up with a heavy head, his eyes twitching to adjust the incoming light.

Then he forced to wake up, but felt a tremendous dizziness.

Gerald doesn't remember he could be in the room, it looks like last night he drank too much. Or always like that, Gerald was a heavy drinker.

"What are you doing?!" Gerald snapped, when he saw the tiny body that opened the curtains.

"Tidy up your room." Answer Isvara with a flat look.

Gerald wanted to protest but he paled because he saw the beautiful face of Isvara who glanced at him.

Instantly when a strange debate appeared, what was this? Why is he feeling so bad?

Isvara continued her work. Usually Nela or Dewi will clean Gerald's room, but they are going to buy grandmother's order.

So inevitably he is the one who must replace, because mbok Minah and Rita are having work each.

Gerald quietly watched Isvara's movements, who was now cleaning up his messy clothes.

Is it true that the taste that arises and is not good since yesterday is jealousy? Nope, no. Samuel was wrong, he couldn't possibly fall in love with a girl like Isvara.

His level was too high to love the girl. However, on the one hand Gerald was happy to see Isvara this morning, what was the matter with her?

Feeling increasingly wrong, Gerald tried to get up from the bed, even though his head still felt heavy but he felt better than before.

Gerald was about to remove the t-shirt attached to his body, but his movement stopped because he was surprised to hear the screams of someone.

"Belgium ... What are you doing?" Isvara reflexively closed her eyes.

"I want to take a shower, especially?"

"B-but why are you even undressing here?" Isvara still covered her face with her hands.

Gerald laughed loudly at the joke. "His name also wants to take a shower, you have to undress, are you stupid or what?"

"Yes I mean you can take your clothes off in the bathroom."

Gerald stared strangely, and then a moment later came up with a mischievous idea in his head.

Then Gerald deliberately brought his body closer to Isvara, getting closer, making Isvara walk backwards.

"W-what do you want to do, huh? Stay there!"

The more terrified Isvara is, the more eager Gerald becomes to revile her. Then the man opened the tee shirt to make the body with his muscles plastered.

Isvara peeked out from between her fingers, surprised because Gerald's body was plain naked, his face suddenly heated up with a heart pounding increasingly timid.

"Gerald what are you doing? Stop right there!"

"Why? you shy?" Gerald closer his body until now the distance between them is no longer there.

"B-stop right there I said!" Isvara began to be cornered.

Gerald laughed, then one pull he opened the hand that covered Isvara's face, the girl was of course surprised, inevitably he opened his eyes and screamed loudly.

"Obviously, usually the girl if given the intake of torn bread will scream with excitement, but why do you react like seeing a ghost?!"

"I-I'm not that kind of girl, you know?"

"Oh really?" Gerald smiled in anguish.

Then without further warning Gerald pulled Isvara's waist and carried the tiny body onto his shoulders.

Isvara screamed, Gerald carrying her exactly like a sack of rice.

"Gerald what are you doing, let go, let go!" Isvara continued to thrash, lashing Gerald's back with his hand, but Gerald remained unmoved as if his punch had no effect on the man.

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Gerald carried Isvara on his shoulder to the outside of the room and down the elevator in this palace, when the lift came out there the grandmother was there.

"Gosh Gerald, what did you do to Isvara?"

"Grandma, help me," Isvara put on a hardened face.

"Gerald!" grandma put a sharp gaze but no doubt she wanted to laugh.

"I just want to help her, Grandma, she sprained her legs" elak Gerald.

"No, Grandma, he's lying!" Isvara is still trying to break away.

Grandma shook her head at this behavior of theirs.

"But that's not how she carried, Isvara is not a sack of rice, you are!" grandma hits Gerald's arm.

Gerald continued his steps past everyone who was sitting casually in the living room, Isvara still asking someone to let go.

"Mbok Minah, help me!" on the Minah that they passed.

Then out of the yard through the garage.

Then to the passing meatballs, to the crickets in the trees, to the jumping squirrels, all Isvara teriaki.

Until finally Gerald stood right on the edge of the large swimming pool in the yard of this house, he dropped Isvara from the sling.

"Why are you so noisy? my eardrum almost broke hearing your scream!"

"You started first, why bring me here!"

Their views clashed and locked tightly together, Gerald and Isvara both looked intently at each other.

"The color I'll just want to show you something."

Then Gerald's eyes looked around in the direction, then glued to the man who was watching them, he was Mahesa who was staring at me in this unusual direction.

Gerald smiled devil, this is what he wanted.

Gerald then grabbed Isvara in his arms, Isvara was certainly surprised let alone the innocent body of Gerald and touched the skin of his arm.

The deg!deg! their hearts pump fast.

"Gerald, release!"

Because Isvara continued to rebel, their bodies were both unbalanced until they fell into the pool.

The byurr!

They fell down together, Isvara's face poking out of the water, his breathing gasping with both hands propped up on Gerald's shoulders.

Gerald smiled semirikly, drops of water falling from their wet skin. Their gazes clashed, Gerald hugging his waist underwater.

"You motherfucker!" Isvara cursing felt a cold piercing the skin. While Gerald was just smiling obliquely looking at him.

Mahesa was there looking at everything, she crammed the picture book in hand, too sick to see the scene of Isvara and Gerald falling in the pool together.

While Gerald was smiling obliquely at Mahesa who turned around with a stiff face, this was what he felt as the man tried to approach Isvara.

There was Dewi and Nela who stood watching them.

"Eh that's not Mr Gerald, the same Isvara? what are they doing in the pool?" Nela whispers.

"Well lest they get along, I as a matchmaker they feel proud," Dewi smiled with her nose feathers flat.

"There's no way Wi, there's no history that two people who hate each other can fall in love."

"Nobody knows Nel, we'll see."

Gerald was still faithfully looking at Isvara who took a deep breath, then the girl was about to move but her arm was back on Gerald's pull.

"Let go!" this time he looked hard at Gerald.

"You're in a hurry, but we're swimming with things for a little while" Gerald seemed to tease him.

"You see there?" Gerald pointed with the direction of his eyes, Isvara followed.

"There are your friends watching us" said Gerald looking at Dewi and Nela. Then there was Raka and the gardener who were staring at them as well.

"Are you not ashamed?" Gerald stared at Isvara's white, translucent clothes.

Isvara noticed Gerald's gaze, just hugging his transparent body by crossing his arms.

"Fuck, are you doing this on purpose?"

"Of course, this is my way of humiliating you, I will continue to bother you until there is no way for you to fight back!"

"Bajing*n you think I'll give up on you after this? won't!"

"You just keep talking cocky." Gerald pulled Isvara's hand rough until their faces approached.

"Listen to me carefully, I'm Gerald space wirasena, will continue to humiliate you, I will continue to insult you at every opportunity, until there is no gap for you to escape and you will submit to me!" Gerald emphasized his every word.

"Unfortunately it will never happen, as long as I can still breathe, I will face every torture you give, we will see, who will bow to whom!"

Gerald was getting hotter to hear it, he felt defeated, the girl was very smart to reply to his words.

They stared at each other glittering.

Gerald trembled with heightened emotions, his fingernails piercing sharply hurting Isvara's wrist.

Isvara grimaced, then in one blow he threw Gerald's hand to make the sound of splashing water, Isvara then walked away from the pool area.

Nela and Dewi were still paying attention. Nela bobbing head.

"I'm not sure what you're saying Wi, look, their eyes are rich enough to kill" he said, staring at Gerald and Isvara from a distance.

The goddess looked at the gambang. "You don't know Nel, it's hate to love, we don't know when fate is playing them."

Nela laughing. "Your words are Wi, poetic."