Forced to Marry a Cruel Young Master

Chapter 30: The Concern

"Arava!!"

Gerald shouted his name, but the girl seemed deaf to listen to his cry.

Tin! tin! The sound of the horn seemed deafening, Gerald turned his head, then with lightning fast the man pulled Isvara's body in his arms until the truck just flashed.

The bodies of Gerald and Isvara had rolled on the asphalt of the road, while Isvara's plastic grocery bag bounced off somewhere.

Bugh! Their bodies were rolled to a halt at the roadblock, in order to protect Isvara, Gerald's shoulder until it hit the barrier hard enough. Gerald grimaced with pain.

At the sight of Isvara closing her eyes, the man tightened his arms, breathing heavily.

Isvara opened her eyes, her heart pumping fast earlier. He almost lost himself and died, but why did this man save him?

"You're a fool what are you?" Spray Gerald suddenly.

Isvara was surprised, the man then stood up and shook his suit which was exposed to dust.

"If you die, who's responsible? Step aside, use your eyes instead of snoring, you know?!!" Gerald scolded the girl.

But Isvara was silent. Trying to digest the situation.

"Why did you save me?" Isvara asked after a long silence.

Gerald quite jolted, the man blinked a few times and then chuckled.

"Of course, it's because of papa. Yes, if you die, who will try omelin? I'm!" Gerald tried to dodge. But the truth is not like that.

Gerald didn't want to lose Isvara. Not want.

"Oh, because of papa," Isvara muttered.

"Lo anyways why can you walk to the middle of it? I'm sure, if there's a foreign man who gives you candy to come with him, you'll be so-yes so stupid!"

Why every Gerald misbehaves, harsh words always come out.

"I'm buying groceries ordered by aunty, do not know if there is a truck passing by," said Isvara.

Gerald almost laughed. Did this girl ever go to school or not? Or maybe he is really deaf?

"Come with me!" Gerald clasped Isvara's hand.

"Where?" Isvara held her hand.

"Go home, where else?"

"But my groceries ... Holy jeez!" Suddenly strangled.

"My shopping? Where's my shopping going?" Isvara hysterical.

Gerald almost laughed. "Hey, can you still worry about that fucking grocery, when you're almost through death?!"

"But it's important Gerald, it's got an aunt, I'm afraid she's mad at me."

"No one's gonna get mad, come on!" Gerald disliked the objection, the man pulled Isvara's small hand like dragging a kitten.

They reached his car, Gerald then pushed Isvara's body to sit in the passenger seat, next to him.

"The main house, hurry!"

"Okay, young master."

***

After a while, the car arrived at the large courtyard of the wirasena residence.

Gerald went down, but the girl just kept quiet.

"Down!!"

Gerald who raised the voice made Isvara jerk.then the girl hurriedly got out of the car.

"Why does he look so dreamy?"

Gerald clasped Isvara's hand, leading him.This time he would not be angry, knowing that the girl was still shocked by the incident.

While on the terrace stairs they cross paths with the mistress Arini and Brinda who dressed glamorously like they were about to go to a party.

"G-gerald, you've come home baby" said the aunt with a face immediately changed drastically.

Gerald noticed their appearance, the branded bags and shoes they used looked familiar. Gerald remembered, it all had a mother, Indira and her sister Kayra.

"Why look at Auntie's appearance? I-this is not what you think, before borrowing clothes, shoes and bags, Auntie had permission first to Indira and Brinda also had permission to Kayra," he explained without asking.

Gerald took a shoulder, although he did not permit him no matter what, if his aunt wanted him to be able to buy all branded goods including his character.

"Arava!" Arini muttered, looking cynically at Isvara.

"I found out he was almost hit by a truck, I wanted to ask why Auntie let him walk without a driver?" Gerald said sharply this time.

Arini gulped, heavy, "I-that aunt just told her to buy some stuff that auntie needs," he said.

"My question is, why was he allowed to walk on his own?"

"Damn it, he cornered me." Arini muttered inwardly.

"Tante has given him money to ride in angkot."

"Why should the angkot? where's the private car he was given?"

Arini this time was completely cornered, then suddenly Brinda replied.

"A-anu brother, the car he had used Bri but suddenly his car was damaged and now in the workshop."

Gerald breathed a heavy sigh. "Bri, it's his car, brother can buy you ten of the same cars, but don't use anyone without his permission."

"Lagian Gerald you why the hell be hell so fond of this slum girl?"

"Not so tan, Isvara almost got hit by the truck earlier, if there wasn't me there how would it be?"

"Certain why? if he dies it's none of your business, unless you start caring about this girl" he said, pointing to Isvara's face.

Gerald seemed misbehaved, "What? care about this girl? sure enough, it's impossible." the man dodged.

Arini and Brinda looked at each other, smiling in satisfaction.

"I just don't want to get in trouble if he's okay, especially if you know."

Isvara seemed to be bowed lethargic, of course Gerald cared about her.

"But from tomorrow Isvara will no longer be able to leave the house, let the job to buy something done by another maid" Gerald said.

***

The sun seemed to set into his paruduan, Isvara is now in the front yard, watering various plants and flowers belonging to the grandmother.

The flowers seemed to grow lush and fresh, grandma was skilled at keeping them.

Beside this luxurious residence can indeed be seen large trees look like a forest, there are pine trees that are lined up beautifully around it. Therefore every afternoon or morning the air is always cool.

"Hi," someone said hello.

"Raka," Isvara smiled, then stopped the ritual of watering her plants.

"You called me?" ask the tall man.

"Here," Isvara held out a white envelope.

Raka accepted it doubtfully, "For me?"

Isvara nodded. "From Kayra."

Instantly a smile rose from the handsome face of the man. "All right, I take it."

"I wonder, in this digital age you are still letters to communicate."

"That's the hallmark of our relationship" Raka said.

"Uuuu, I didn't expect, this cold, cuckoo guy has the hallmarks of dating," Isvara teased him.

Raka chuckled, "I'm serious, you know the status between myself and Kayra doesn't allow for us to be together."

"Why? you don't believe in the destiny of love?"

"Fate love? meaning?" Raka doesn't understand.

"So, when two people are destined to unite, any obstacle will be passed by the power of their love, that is called the destiny of love."

"If you really love Kayra as sincerely as you do, even status or caste is meaningless."

"You're right, Kayra and I love each other, we can get through it."

They both throw a smile, then Raka say goodbye after keeping a good letter from the lover of the heart.

Isvara looked at her passing, and hoped that whatever obstacles the two would cross, their love could pass through.

Kayra took back the water tube, about to water the plant again, but her gaze was fixed on someone approaching her.

"Brandon," he murmured.

Brandon stood up, facing him.

"How's Isvara? have you made a decision?" ask the man.