Forced to Marry a Cruel Young Master

Chapter 08: The incident in the bathroom

"What the fuck!"

Isvara gasped for a moment, in the rematant of a washcloth in hand. It was like he was cursing at this man in front of him.

"It's fitting, right? Especially?"

"It's so salty, you want to poison me what?" Gerald's voice sounded Making the servants just shut up.

At 3 am, imagine a self-made space Gerald making a fuss just because of a bowl of soto Lamongan.

The man ransacked the pantry and told Isvara to make it within 40 minutes.

Of course Isvara was made confused, the servants woke up, but Gerald forbade the servants to help him just allowed to watch.

Although Isvara can cook, but soto Lamongan? Isvara just this time, he was willing to find his tutorial on YouTube for the young master.

"Hurry up again!"

"But this baby, Gerald.look, I even made it a big pot."

Isvara is still very sleepy just to cook again.

"I don't care, make it again in 10 minutes!"

"Are you crazy? How can the food be made in 10 minutes?"

"I don't care, make it or kill you!"

All were astonished by Gerald's threat that was like no kidding. Gerald did have a bad trempramen but they just saw Gerald like that with people.

Isvara was not at all daunted.

"Oh I understand now, you're doing this just to play me, aren't you?"

All the servants reflexively turned to see the courage of Isvara, including Nela who always underestimated the girl.

Gerald stared cynically, then laughed.

"You understand, apparently, I only allow you to suffer the pain you will continue to experience while here."

"You think I'm gonna be scared? Not at all, young master." Isvara said in a sharp and confident tone.

Gerald pulled Isvara's arm closer to him. "Your legacies do need to be appreciated, but it won't be long, because for 6 months I will make your life like hell."

"Waah more exciting nih," whispered Nela to Dewi, who was immediately rewarded with flapping by the Goddess.all servants can only watch without wanting to separate them.

"It's funny, who's his life like in hell here, me or you? who can't even afford to marry the woman you want" Isvara said, defiantly.

"Arava!" Gerald gave a murderous look at him.

Byurs! The cold Soto sauce Isvara lay on Gerald until half the man's body was wet.

Everyone gasped, gawking with Isvara's bold actions.

"It's just a little thing you've done to me, from now on I'm going to avenge every insult!"

No reaction, their chests together rumbled with anger.Then, Gerald pulled Isvara's wrist violently, dragging the girl in his steps.

The servants were silent when they saw Gerald pull Isvara away.

While the Goddess looked at Nela who was also dumbfounded.

"You must apologize to the young lady."

***

"Gerald let go, where are you taking me?"

Isvara continued to try to release Gerald's grip. Everyone in the house must be sleeping, so no one heard her moans.

Gerald turned his steps towards the bathroom.

As Isvara's fear peaked, what would this man do to her?

Gerald forced Isvara to pull her body into the bathroom, after which Gerald locked the door. The man's gaze was still the same, as if he wanted to pounce on Isvara alive.

"You said you'd avenge all the insults I'd given, right?"

Isvara was forced to retreat as the man approached her.

"Okay, look at this."

The byurr! coinciding with Gerald's remark, the shower lit up, instantly wetting both of their bodies.

Isvara gasped, her eyes closed along with her long hair that was now beginning to flow through the water, while Gerald's gaze never turned away from her.

The yellow stain of soto in the white shirt of Gerald slowly decayed, long enough they were under the water splash, their gazes now locked onto each other.

Deg, Deg! their heartbeats could even be heard.

"Look at your wacky body teasing this." With his hand Gerald down every inch of Isvara's body, as if he were humbling it.

"B-brengs." Isvara spoke with trembling lips, his face pale but he could not get out of here.

Gerald grinned, in his gaze deeper into Isvara's black bead, under the flaming shower, Gerald squeezed the smaller body of him.

After squeezing Isvara's body into the wall, Gerald supported the girl closer, one hand reaching the wall while one hand clutched Isvara's neck.

Isvara jerks. His breath was like being pulled away.

"I'll make sure you pay for all your arrogant words." His thumb rubbed Isvara's tiny, blue lips.

"Your life, your tears, mine alone, only I can hurt you."

"You better kill me" said Isvara, holding Gerald's hand tightly around his neck.

Gerald was a little surprised, but a split second of his devil's grin reappeared.

"Even death is too good for you."

Gerald let go of his grip, then moved his face closer, their noses already touching. They both held their breaths as their lips drew closer.

But Gerald had not yet launched the action, Isvara even bit the man's shoulder.

"Gurghhh!" gerald cried out in pain as Isvara's teeth stuck in his shoulders.

"Don't you think I can't avenge this insult of yours!"

Isvara then left the bathroom area, walked away and opened the door that had been locked.

"Cap*rat!" Gerald punched the wall with his hand.

****

Isvara ran towards her room drenched.

With both hands he tried to cover his chest printed under his wet shirt.

Isvara stopped, she met the servants waiting for her.

"Young lady, why is your body all wet?" ask Mbok Minah.

Isvara just glanced at Mbok Minah without answering, then he walked again towards the room.

A moment later the servants saw the same wet Gerald walking in a different direction.

"Well, they must be doing this" said Nela.

"Hussst, watch your talk," said Mbok Minah.

"They are suitable, why not be a real husband and wife?" word Goddess.

"Already do not gossip, we return," mbok Minah interrupted the two.

Isvara shut the door of her room tightly, a second later she cried, her body falling with a great shake.

He hit his chest tight, could not be denied Isvara was very frightened earlier.

"Dad, Vara misses ... " Swept out with a sob.

While in his room, Gerald is now being controlled by a great anger.His anger at Isvara's words that turned out to be true.

*funny thing, whose life is like hell here, me or you? who can't even afford to marry the woman you want*

Isvara's words seemed to ring in his brain and make him upset.

"Arghhh, motherfucker, motherfucker!" Gerald punched a brutal samsak hanging in his room.

"How dare you Isvara!"

After quite content to vent his anger, Gerald immediately headed for a walk in closed and changed his wet clothes.

In front of the mirror, he stared at his innocent burly body, Gerald poring over his reddened shoulder and scoring a bite, the girl.

Instantly his anger peaked again, but he could still hold it.

After changing clothes, Gerald contacted someone through his cell phone.

"Samuel, accompany me to the club" he told his best friend across the phone.

Unwilling to hear Samuel's reply, Gerald turned off the connection and took the car keys and rushed outside.

He needs entertainment, the sweetness of alcohol awaits him.