Forced to Marry a Cruel Young Master

Chapter 04: six months to live together?

After a long journey, Isvara and Gerald finally arrived at the residence of the entrepreneurial family.

Isvara was amazed to see a house more like this palace, very spacious and magnificent. There is even a large swimming pool next to the garage.

While Gerald went down with a cell phone in his ear, before until Gerald had called the father to accompany them later.

Because the marriage was sudden and hidden, Gerald wanted the father to come and explain everything to family members later.

"You wait here and drop the suitcase. I have some business to do" said Gerald, then passed to call someone.

Isvara thinks it might be her lover. Not wanting to guess again Isvara dropped the heavy suitcase from the trunk.

"Aww!" Isvara flinched, accidentally bumping into someone behind her.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Isvara lowered her head a few times, as she almost knocked someone down.

"It's okay."

Isvara complained, softly so the voice, he thought. Then he looked up slowly, looking at the other person.

"Hi."

The man waved at her, curly hair with a rancid nose and a shady look of eyes, Isvara was almost mesmerized looking at that face.

The wind blew softly, as the gazes of the two of them clashed.

"Ah, is this the code of the universe?" Isvara,ngaur.

"You okay?" The man held his shoulder.

Isvara again flinched, then quickly mastered the situation.

"Eh, it's okay." Isvara smiled awkwardly.

"I should have asked that, because I accidentally bumped into you."

The man smiled. Ah, she has dimples, how sweet it is.

"You're so funny" said the man, and he was inspired to take his suitcase out of the trunk.

"Lowering this heavy stuff is a man's job, what a cruel man who commands you to do it."

In Isvara's heart, it was true that only a cruel man ruled him like this, that is, Gerald.

"You must be the maid in this house, right?"

"Eh?" Isvara. Whahuh? A maid? Just be right.

"Ah, that-"

"It's okay, no need to thank me."

"Anu, not that-"

"Yes, then I'll excuse you." The man simply passed by without listening to him.

Hah, it's free Isvara explained. She was so sad that she thought she was a maid.

In his gaze the appearance on the car glass.seems like Iyah.

"Arava!"

Isvara immediately turned around as a familiar voice greeted.

"Mr Aryaloka."

The man with a well-built body and a frown on his face was approaching Isvara.

"You're here son, where's Gerald?"

"Oh, that's Gerald calling someone, like."

Mr. Aryaloka scanned the appearance of this son-in-law.

"Don't call me 'master', call me 'Father'."

"Huh?" Isvara shows a plain face mimic.

Mr. Aryaloka smiled. "Now you're my son-in-law, right."

Isvara nodded and only smiled awkwardly.

Mr. Aryaloka breathed a long breath. "The wedding colors of the two of you seem rushed and closed, we have to explain it later to the big family."

"You okay with this?"

"I understand," Isvara smiled.

Indeed, at their wedding, Gerald was still in the verge of emotion because of coercion.Just imagine, they had only met one day tomorrow he was immediately married to only a few witnesses and rulers.

Mr. Aryaloka reasoned that Gerald did not change his mind, so the marriage must be carried out immediately.

"Fuck!" Isvara and Arya looked at Gerald who was approaching them.

"Where have you been? Leaving your wife alone?" Omel the lord of Arya.

Gerald did not immediately reply, instead glancing cynically towards Isvara, who was no less fierce in the face to look at him.

"So I answered the phone for a while" said Gerald and his net glanced back at Isvara.

"Even if I leave him for hours, no one will want to kidnap him" she told Isvara.

Isvara glared, as if humbled. Wanting to protest, but the voice of Mr. Arya again interrupted.

"Already, already, now let's go in," said Mr. Arya before there was a commotion between Isvara and Gerald.

***

Upon entering this mansion, Isvara's chest began to beat fast, imagining how the wirasena big family reacted when they found out that their first son had married an ordinary woman, and that was due to coercion.

The aura started to change as the maids came out and opened the door for them. It turned out that all the family members had gathered there as if they were waiting for an explanation.

The members of the wirasena extended family that Isvara knew consisted of eight people. Aside from Mr. Aryaloka and Gerald.

The oldest is Gerald's grandmother, the mother of Aryaloka, the great mistress, Triani phameswari.

Then the wife of Mr. Gerald mistress Indira, whom Isvara knew was the mother continued Gerald and his sister. Because Gerald's mother died when he was eight years old leaving Gerald with his younger sister. Isvara knew that Gerald's mother had died while struggling to give birth to Gerald's sister.

Then there was the mistress Arini, whom Isvara knew was Gerald's aunt, the sister of Lord Aryaloka. Ms. Arini is a widow who divorced her husband, then her life with her two children under the responsibility of Mr. Aryaloka and until now they live together on one roof.

Netra Isvara glanced at the girl who was now staring at him, Kayra the self-made princess, Gerald's younger sister who was 4 years younger than him. The beautiful girl smiled at him, and then she smiled back.

Then Isvara glanced back at two people of different sexes but had similar faces, Brandon and Brinda, twin sister brother who is the son of the mistress Arini, Isvara taxis their age is not too far from him.

But he was looking for another member of their family. Looks like young Master Mahesa is not here, the son of Nyoya Indira is not visible stem nose.

Yang Isvara knows Mahesa has no blood relation with Gerald aka their different father, indeed when married to the lord Aryaloka, who is, ms. Indira herself already has a son, Mahesa, who is now considered her own child by Mr. Aryaloka.

"So tell us, who is this girl?"

Isvara turned to hear that sharp, firm voice. As if electrocuted himself while Triani's mistress who is now approaching him.

"Aryaloka, so this is the business excuse you're talking about?" Lady Trishna looked at her son.

"By secretly marrying my beloved granddaughter to a woman of unclear origin?"

"I'm sorry mom, but I've explained everything to you" said Mr. Aryaloka, hoping that she wouldn't get angry this time.

"Explain what? You married just any of your sons to this obscure woman, it really hurt my feelings."

The old eyes of Madame Triani then moved to scan Isvara's appearance from head to toe.

"Look at his old-fashioned clothes and his market face. How can a woman like her make you the daughter-in-law of this family?"

Mistress Triani's words did so much to Isvara's self-esteem, so sharp and painful.

While Gerald in his heart he smiled happily. Seeing Isvara humiliated by her grandmother was something she was looking forward to.

Gerald had already guessed the reaction of the grandmother like this, where his grandmother might accept with the decision of the father who married her suddenly, his grandmother would definitely defend him.

"Mom, I'm doing all this for the sake of a good future for Gerald." Imbuh, Mr. Aryaloka.

"If not married soon, Gerald will be devastated with Laura, the woman setting a bad example for Gerald. I decided to get her married as soon as possible just to keep her away from Laura."

Gerald clutched tightly his fist. "Is that how I hate my lover? To do all this?"

"Shut up!" Mr. Aryaloka's voice rose several octaves.

Everyone was shocked, as well as Isvara who had just this time witnessed this angry Aryaloka master.

"Your life with Laura is getting ruined, every day drunken, wild racing, clubing with your friends.When you're the sole heir to the MV group, what's your future?!"

"But this is not the way Aryaloka," Triani's voice interceded.

"You can talk about it together, and we'll find a solution together, not make your own decisions and force your son" he said.

Lady Triani patted the son on the shoulder. "As a mother, I'm the one who leads you when you take the wrong path."

Mr. Aryaloka nodded slowly. "Mom's right, I'm sorry."

Isvara looked in amazement. Is this the attitude of a gentleman? Mr. Aryaloka really respects his mother.

Sighing softly, Triani's mistress looked at Isvara and her other grandchildren.

"Let's sit down and negotiate this matter."

***

"So what's your name young girl?" Ask lady Triani to start the conversation.

"I-isvara," he answered nervously because of all the eyes that looked at him. "Isvara kiraniadi."

"Beautiful name" praised Triani's mistress.

"So Isvara do you love my granddaughter, Gerald?"

Isvara was stunned, in the face of Mr. Arya who just nodded at him.

Then the black bead looked at Gerald's bright brown eyes, and at once Isvara's annoyance peaked with just looking into those eyes.

"No. I never loved him."

All speechless. Lady Triani looked alternately at the two human beings who were staring at each other.

"Then Gerald, do you love Isvara?"

"No, I've never loved that girl" Gerald replied quickly.

"Grandmother knows, I only love Laura, she's the only woman in my heart."

Madam Triani shook her head slowly. "From your gazes, you can guess that you hate each other."

"Two people who hate each other can't possibly stay on one roof with marriage ties."

Then he sighed, "then the good decision was, you two are separated."

Silent struck. Everyone does not dare to comment.In this family the absolute decision is always taken by Mrs Triani, like she is the main leader, anything that comes out of her mouth can not be challenged.

While in the hearts of Isvara and Gerald they cheered happily because of this decision.

"But ma'am, it can't. How could they just get married and be told to separate?" Reject firmly Mr. Aryaloka.

"Fuck!" Isvara and Gerald were about to protest but were soon stopped by Triani.

"That's right. As a father you have done your best for your son" Triani said.

"Mom understand, you just want the best for Gerald. From that ... " Mrs Triani paused her words for a moment.

"Gerald and Isvara, you two grandmothers took six months to live together, if during that time, there was no love between the two of you, then you were free to determine your own destiny."