Forced to Marry a Cruel Young Master

69. The soulmate who returned

Hearing Gerald's words, the woman scrunched her eyebrows, not what, but she remained wary of the foreign man in front of her.

"The woman you're talking about isn't here, excuse me!"

"Wait!" Bodyguard Gerald held the door shut. "How dare you reject our young master!"

"What the fuck! I'm guessing you guys aren't really good people!" the woman shouted, intending for everyone to hear and help her.

The sound of the roar of the car was heard landing into the courtyard, a sign of the great master of this house had already come. The woman widened her eyes, breathing a sigh of relief.

Gerald followed the woman's line of sight, a man with his high self, wearing a silk scarf around his neck was approaching, his steps were very formidable, the soul of leadership seemed to radiate from him.

"What's this?" the man glanced at Gerald and his minions, then looked at the frightened face of his service.

"There's Surti? who are these men?" ask Mr. Damian to one of these aides.

"This sir, I don't know either, they suddenly came here, also coercing me."

"Hey, who forced you? don't create an alibi that doesn't!" one of Gerald's bodyguards didn't accept.

Gerald cleared his throat, then patted his bodyguard's shoulder. "It's okay."

"So you're Mr Damian? introduce me to Gerald aerospace wirasena-"

"Wait, who did you say? your name's Gerald?"

Gerald nodded. "Yes, I'm Gerald."

Mr. Damian's face changed. "You better get out of here!"

Gerald was confused. "Huh? why?"

"You came here to meet someone, didn't you?"

"Yes, that's right, I want to see my wife, and pick her up to go home!"

"Unfortunately it won't be possible, you better get out of here?!"

"Hey, who are you? I'm here to pick up my wife, and no one can stop her!"

Damian even laughed. "You don't even know who I am? I'm Isvara's uncle, and I won't let you hurt my niece again!"

Gerald was surprised, his eyes widened perfectly. "You're Isvara's uncle? I really don't know, I'm sorry." her tone suddenly softened.

"I don't need your apology, now you better get out of here and never look for Isvara again!"

*Can't!" Gerald shook his head. "I've lost him before, this time I won't probably lose him a second time."

Mr. Damian snorts. "When did you have it? you think I don't know what you've been doing to my niece all this time?"

"You've only given him pain all this time, I won't let you give him that pain again, now you better leave before I call the security guard!"

****

Meanwhile, at the same time, Isvara enjoyed touring around this village with a smile, Dira patiently explained all about this village to her, they were traveling along the crowded road because the carnival would soon begin.

"This village is still thick with culture, as well as mystical things that have existed since the days of ancestors" said Dira.

"You know the village hall over there?" Dira pointed at the building in front of them, Isvara nodded enthusiastically.

"That used to be a goat cage." the man smiled witfully.

Isvara. "Are you funny?"

Dira nodded, laughing crisply. "Not funny?"

Isvara laughed. "No, just because of me, you will tell a mystical thing that, not surprisingly even funny."

They both laughed at the end, said the uncle, Dira is indeed a person who is supple and pleasant, he became reminded of the Goddess, who is eleven and twelve with this man. Ah, Isvara remembered about the house again. Also memories.

How's Gerald doing now? what about that guy?

Isvara shook his head violently, why has the man always been on his mind lately? no, Isvara must forget about it.

The originally moody Isvara immediately smiled at Dira. "Eh, come on!"

Right, he should be enjoying this new atmosphere as well as the carnival he will see later, about Gerald, about the entrepreneurial family, he should forget about it from now on.

***

Back again at the feud between Gerald and Mr. Damian, which is now even more crowded due to the arrival of Rosmini, the wife of Mr. Damian, who initially heard the commotion between the two of them.

"Good dragon, who's this handsome guy? Sir, who is he sir?!" the woman screamed hysterically, with a face mask that now looks cracked because for too long she rinsed it.

"Why did you come out? you better go in and rinse your face" protested Mr. Damian, who was embarrassed by his wife's attitude.

"Handsome, are you a widower? how rich are you hot Dedy? same marriage Aunt Yuk's son, happens to be a pure virgin now again college out of town."

"Wouldn't an aunt be possible? I have a husband, Hahahaha!" the woman laughed so hard that her equatorial brows furrowed at her.

Gerald put on a disgusted face, the woman wearing this polkadot negligee looks more like a comedian artist than the wife of a wealthy merchant.

"Rosmini, don't be ashamed, Surti bring the madam inside!"

The maid standing behind the door approached and nodded timidly. "Come, let's go in."

"Hey, wait, papah has a handsome guest in the wine at the door, let's go in." Rosmini looked longingly at Gerald, making the man scowl, his kidneys almost out of place as Rosmini's hands clasped his arms firmly.

Mr. Damian shakes his head, takes a rough breath. "Romeo! now you're in, or there's no new gold for this month!"

The threat made Rosmini freeze, the woman turned and smiled at her husband. "Ehehe, yes reward, I go in." then the woman breezed inside, after giving a death wink to Gerald.

Gerald shuddered, if you look at Mr. Damian so authoritative and charismatic, why is his wife so inversely proportional to him? really Gerald Racks thought out. But it was not the time for him to think about it.

"My uncle please, show me where Isvara is, give me one chance to explain to her."

Mr. Damian looked at him. "What should I believe in your words?"

Gerald straightened his shoulders. "I promise this is the last time, if I can't convince Isvara, I'll get out of here!"

Mr. Damian stared fixedly at his eyes, a trick when he wanted to read someone's movements, but Mr. Damian did not find a lie there, but so clear determination and determination.

Mr. Damian finally gave up, he could not interfere too much no matter what the business of Isvara and Gerald, he would only be a shield for the safety of the nephew.

"Well, Isvara is not home right now, she is attending a carnival on the ball field near the village hall."

"Go now, and prove the toughness of your love."

***

Isvara and Dira enjoy the carnival motorcade that is held every year, there are many people who wear costumes like cartoons or shapes that suit their wishes, there is also an exhibition with all kinds of traditional food and street food.

"It's fun, isn't it?" tanya Dira who is influenced by Isvara.

"It's only in this village, you know?" the man screamed a little because of the noise and smiled.

"You want to?" Dira gave her a plastic bag containing the snacks she had just bought. Isvara accepted it, smiling. "thank you."

Then the woman opened it, there were various snacks bought by Dira, but Isvara's gaze instead focused on the egg roll is still hot. instantly he remembered with Gerald, about their moment on a date first, the moment they were dating, there is a sense of tightness that is approaching now.

"Gerald, I really like egg rolls." Isvara laughed as she said it but there was a sense of pain behind it.

"Why?" Dira asked because he heard a glimpse of Isvara's words.

Isvara. "It's okay."

It was then that his eyes looked straight ahead, Isvara widened in surprise when he saw a man in a white shirt and looking striking was running towards him.

Isvara was silent, the frenzy of people passing by as if frozen, time stopped, and only Gerald was now getting closer to him.

The man then hugged her, carrying Isvara into his arms, the masculine fragrance that Isvara knew so well, and now re-smelled.Gerald's breath was very warm to his ears.

"I miss you so much, baby." whispered the man in a quivering voice.