Forced to Marry a Cruel Young Master

Chapter 26: What's wrong with his heart?

The sound of a loud alarm suddenly woke Isvara.

Isvara was stunned then heavily opened her eyes. At 02:30? Is that true?

In his face with the clock handing wiker pak Tian. The clock, which he said was dedicated to him, with a loud voice that could beat the mosque toa, was designed to get Isvara up on time.

Isvara already knew and already very memorized he had to wake up early before Gerald woke up, but half three? It's outrageous its name.

Not wanting to get dizzy, Isvara continued to sleep again, pulling back the blanket to cover her body.

Foolish with that order, Isvara just wants to sleep satisfied. Because sleep is the best medicine according to him, at a time when the universe is increasingly unfair to him.

Only by sleeping can he feel happiness even if only a dream but still beautiful.

Doesn't feel Isvara back to sleep, time goes on, as if he doesn't want to wait for her.

In his room, Gerald awoke, and he immediately looked around, which was not here.

"Where is that fool? Did he forget his first assignment?" Gerald tightened his jaws in annoyance.

"Bad!" With one pull he flicked the blanket, walking in anger.

Gerald took a bucket of water, stepping surely into Isvara's room. He saw a girl who was still wrapped in her blanket like a big caterpillar cocoon.

Once the anger regained control, with one swing he poured the bucket of water on the cocoon that was still asleep in his dream.

The byurrr! A large bucket of water was splashed on Isvara's body, and the girl suddenly shook.

His bed and blanket were all wet and to be sure his body from toe to toe was all soaked, Isvara was forced to get up, surprised, and then rubbed his face

"Great son Lo yes, sleep when I tell you to wake up before me!"

"G-gerald," Isvara is still digesting the situation, he is too shocked or maybe convulsed.

" Yes it's me, your employer. What time is it?"

Isvara instantly glanced at the alarm clock beside him, half five? He's late.

"Nyadar lo if late, now cepet lakain lo duty!" Gerald violently pulled Isvara's hand to the point that she was standing.

"It is okay not to be interested, I also know my duty."

Gerald's emotions again exploded, he framed Isvara's chin with his stocky hand.

"Would you wake up slow, now you make me angry?!" His eyes glared sharply.

"Lo want your father to die in my hands?!"

Isvara immediately drowned hearing his father's words. "No, no, I'll do my job."

Gerald smiled with satisfaction, it turned out that the girl's weakness was indeed her father, Samuel was right, now he had this weakness of his little wife.

"Hurry up, I'll wait in the room!"

***

Isvara hesitates to go into Gerald's room, there's a goddess there who's cleaning Gerald's room.

Seeing Isvara soaking wet, the Goddess was instantly stunned. "Young lady why is she wet?"

The Goddess was about to approach Isvara but Gerald then cleared his throat loudly.

"The goddess continues your work."

The goddess nodded in fear, then returned after finishing tidying up her young master's room.

"And you," Gerald's voice rose, "Quick heat the water for me to take a bath."

Isvara walked with the condition of not changing his wet clothes, he walked towards the bathtub that was not filled with water.

Gerald sat on his bed leaning his back and having his chest closed, watching the girl's movements.

"Who told you to use water in the shower?!"

Isvara's hand movements came to a halt, let alone the wrong one? It should be, right? It just changes the water setting to warm.

"Heat the water manually on the stove with a large pot, then move it to the bathtub!"

Whahuh? Isvara didn't hear wrong, did she? Just be right.

"But Gerald is too hard" he said.

"Who told you to protest! Hurry up, or do you want to make me late?!"

Isvara said no more, with heavy steps he headed for the pantry.Truggedly moved the water from the bathroom to a large pot and cooked it on the stove.

Mbok Minah saw it, approached. "What's the young lady doing?"

"Who is non?"

"Gerald," he answered briefly, it was lazy to mention the man's name.

Mbok Minah looked at her heart, she knew all this time about Isvara's suffering, the woman with wrinkles on her face understood that the poor girl was being worked on by her young master.

"Your young lady is patient, yes" he said as if channeling sympathy.

Isvara nodded. "Enggeh, mboh."

***

Isvara limped down the street, lifting a large pot of warm water for the arrogant man to take a bath, he did it with extra care, so that the splash of hot water did not recognize him.

It was so heavy, Isvara was almost overwhelmed to take her to Gerald's room.not to mention that she had just woken up, her strength had not been so accumulated.

Finally, after all the strength he had, Isvara managed to get to the bathub where the bathroom door was open.

"Ukhhh, that's heavy," he groaned as he moved the large pot of warm water into the empty bathtub.

While Gerald smiled with satisfaction at her, why hasn't he done this in the past? Seeing the suffering of the girl turned out to give her own pleasure.

Gerald got up from the bed and walked up to him, "It's over? why melt once."

"It's heavy" he said, seeping hands that felt very numb.

"A little bit of water, quickly make again," protested Gerald looked.

"Huh? but this is a lot of Gerald."

"You dare to argue!"

Isvara let out a heavy sigh, then forced to turn around to heat the water back up. Gerald with a grin walked back and sat on the edge of the bed.

Watching the suffering of the girl was really exciting for him it turned out.

Isvara again moved the water from the bathroom to the big pot and then went back to cooking it, he did it all with a heavy heart, hoping that if this boiling water could boil the cruel man.

After it warms up he moves it to a large pot and lifts it. His body was very tired, his body that was originally wet was now starting to dry.

"Awww ... " Isvara suddenly hissed making the big pot fall, in her grip tightly to the wrist that felt very painful.

Isvara almost cried, but he held it. He forgot if his left hand was sprained by Gerald yesterday, and the pain came back.

He was not strong enough to lift this pot, until finally Isvara desperately chose to push the pot with one hand no matter if the water was reduced because of scattering.

After passing through the obstacle that is quite painful now the warm water containing the pot has moved into the bathub.

"Now it's full, right? then excuse me."

"Wait on! who told you to go?"

Isvara let out a breath of air. "What else?" he tried to stifle emotions.

"Stand there until I finish the bath" said the man.

"But-"

"Prepare my office clothes!" Gerald cut Isvara's speech.

Isvara could only waste his breath, resignedly. slowly he walked to prepare the man's clothes.

Gerald noticed, Isvara stepped very slowly, like the girl was enduring a deep pain, seeing that Gerald was slightly pinched.

Was he too rude? not really this is how it should be. the goal really wants to continue to torture him right.

Not wanting to take a headache, Gerald opened his black shirt, ready to take a shower.

While Isvara because he did not see his steps, he slipped splashes of water on the floor to make his body unbalanced.

Gerald realized it was directly pinching his arm, but because of their uncomfortable position, the two reflexes fell together, Gerald's body hit the floor, holding Isvara's body on top of it so as not to be injured.

They both fell on their backs, holding Isvara's weight, Gerald grimaced, but he was surprised that Isvara was holding his back tightly.

Gerald slightly bent his neck, for the sake of looking at the pretty face that closed his eyes, worried.

"I'm afraid .." murmured Isvara unconsciously.

Gerald blinked a few times, then both of the man's sturdy hands coiled around Isvara's waist, returning the girl's embrace.

Deg, geek! why is his chest suddenly pounding.

Why these? what's with his heart?