Forced to Marry a Cruel Young Master

Chapter 06: The Prestigious is breaking down everything

Isvara squeezed the old cloth she had found on the water in the basin she had requested from the aunt in the kitchen.

The cloth was then placed on Gerald's forehead which is now stretched neatly. The man was not yet conscious.

"Looks like he didn't have a fever" murmured Isvara, sticking his palm on Gerald's cheek.

"If he sleeps like a sinless baby, try to wake up, megalodon was less scary than him," murmured Isvara again staring at the calm face of Gerald.

Late at night, Isvara yawned several times because of sleepiness, he wanted to sleep, but his bed was instead overrun by this annoying creature.

Not strong with the attacking drowsiness, Isvara finally fell asleep with her head on her crossed hands beside Gerald.

The morning came, the sleeping Gerald opened his eyes slowly, his head was heavy he did not remember what happened last night, which he knew he drank too much.

Gerald was stunned because he felt a warm feeling in his arm, he turned to find Isvara who was asleep.

The girl's hand was holding tightly to her arm. Instead of being touched, Gerald was again overwhelmed with emotion.

"Wake up!" Gerald raised his voice and pulled firmly on Isvara's arm.

Isvara was shocked, her life had not yet been collected but the thunderous sound forced her to wake up.

"What are you doing in my room?!" Jerky Gerald.

Isvara's body suddenly trembled, he was surprised because only this time there was a bang on him very hard. Even his father never said in such a high tone to him.

"If you are asked, answer me, bisu?!" Gerald Sent.

Isvara hastily gained control.

"Whatchu mean? This is my room, "he looks like.

"What's your room? Heh know yourself, where might a maid room be this good!"

"This is my room, you hear me? get out of here!"

Gerald got up from the bed, like there was energy from nowhere that made him want to expel the girl.

"Go!" Gerald continued to push Isvara's body, not left behind the ugly bag of the girl he threw until it hit Isvara's face.

"Never touch my room again" threatened Gerald to Isvara.

Isvara just froze, he was too shocked by all this. His drowsiness was still there because he had stayed up last night.

Brak! The door on the hard lid makes Isvara snarl.

Isvara's eyes heat up with clear crystals that are ready to slide, but he resists. This was nothing, there were still other tortures that he had to go through.

"Isvara," someone patted her shoulder.

Isvara. "Eh, Miss Indira?"

"Mistress?" Ms. Indira frowned.

"Call me ma'am, you're my daughter-in-law, right?" Madam Indira said with a joking smile.

Isvara chuckled softly. "Sorry, ma'am."

Madam Indira smiled. "Well, are you here?"

"Wait son," Madam Indira looked at Isvara's face, "You crying?"

Isvara hurriedly dodged. "T-no mah, it's me just flickering."

Madam Indira shook her head, she could not be fooled that easily, seeing Isvara who was in front of Gerald's door, she could already guess what happened.

"You must have the wrong room?"

"Eh?"

"This isn't the room you showed me, this is Gerald's room."

Isvara doesn't know, if so he's lied to?

Madam Indira sighed, "you must have been at the servant's service. Come on, you show me your room."

Madame Indira then took Isvara's hand to follow her.

"This is your room" they stopped in a room with a carved wooden door.

Mrs Indira then opened the door, seen by Isvara simple room that already available bed and closet.

"We know, Gerald can't want a room with you, so to avoid things that don't - your room is decided different, Vara is okay?"

Isvara nodded, of course this is very good for him than having to accept more tantrums from Gerald, anyway although not as widely as earlier, this room is quite comfortable.

"Well, you can take a shower and get ready first, only then get down to eat."

Isvara smiled, "thank you mah."

***

In Isvara also could not move freely, because suddenly there were two servants who broke into his room.

"Geez young lady, why are you sleeping again?" Scream the two maids.

Isvara who had just broken down had to open her eyes.

"I'm sleepy, I want to sleep, '" she was honest this time, Isvara only got a little sleep because she took care of Gerald last night.

"True miss, or ntar sustenance miss at the chicken stake," threatened one of them who long unravel.

Isvara became unfocused, he just wanted to sleep quietly, why is it so hard?

The two servants pulled Isvara's hand to the point of Isvara waking up.

"Let's go, lady, you have to take a shower first, we

will you get a dress for the lady?"

"If young Miss doesn't want us to be sprayed by Mrs Triani?"

Hearing the name of Isvara's grandmother immediately straightened up. "grandmother?"

"Yes, he doesn't like to wait, but now he's waiting for the lady at the dinner table" said one of them.

"All right, all right I'll be quick," Isvara sprinkled straight into the bathroom.

"Huffft, he finally wanted to, too" they sighed.

After taking a shower, Isvara is now sitting in a large makeup mirror chair, the servants are styling their hair and giving a thin sweep of makeup.

"Yes hair is very beautiful, yes" praised Dewi, one of the servants who combed Isvara's long hair.

"Young lady's skin is also very healthy and glowing" said Nela, a short-haired waitress.

"You're grooming at the beauty salon where Miss?" They asked because they were jealous of Isvara's beauty.

"No, I've never had such treatment" Isvara said honestly.

Hearing him the two maids throbbed in the heart.

"If you don't want to tell me the place, just tell me, don't be alibi Miss never did any treatment,"

Isvara was shocked, they spoke in a tight tone to her.

"It's over, miss, then we'll excuse you" they said.

"Oh yes, tomorrow-tomorrow the ladies must be independent themselves not to bother us," they said still with a sharp tone.

Isvara stupefied, then they passed by closing the door rudely.

"Basar stingy, just say you don't want to tell the name of the salon. Can beauty be brought from birth?" Ketus Nela who was nodded by the Goddess, they then left with an annoyed feeling.

In the room Isvara set himself in a mirror, a simple blouse that is merely feet patterned Daisy flower is very beautiful, it feels he is not worthy to wear it, he said, her wavy brown hair has been neatly arranged.

But Isvara was astonished by the rude attitude of the two servants.

"Even they blatantly hate me,huft," Isvara took a breath and exited the room.

***

As she approached the dinner table, Isvara was nervous because everyone started to look at her.

"How long are you taking a shower? To the extent of making my mother wait," hardik mistress Arini to him.

"I'm sorry" Isvara could only bow.

"It's been, it's been, it's okay. Come on, Isvara is sitting next to Kayra," said Triani's mistress.

Isvara nodded, then began to sit his butt. Until a pat made him look.

"Hello sister-in-law," said Kayra to her.

"Eh, Y-ya hello."

"Don't be so nervous, you know who I am, right?"

Isvara nodded. "Gerald's sister."

Kayra widened her smile. "Gerald's sister is the most beautiful."

Then they both chuckled.

All the family members had gathered to eat breakfast this morning.

But there is something strange that makes Isvara a little disturbed, Gerald's gaze on him.

Since then the man kept staring at her making Isvara a little uncomfortable.

But not the fierce hateful gaze as usual, Gerald's gaze this time looked shady and sad, like guilt was on the man.

Or is it just Isvara's feelings?

While Gerald kept glancing towards Isvara at this moment, his heart was slightly pinched when he found out Isvara was the one who took care of him last night in a drunken state.

Gerald was told by mbok Minah, the maid of this house.

Instantly guilt immediately ambushed him, he even with the heart to throw out and yell at Isvara earlier.

Wanting to apologize and thank you, but prestige ruins everything. Gerald couldn't have done that, never would.

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