Married Senior Cunning

Chapter 8's

Time and again Kyla cursed the unlucky fate that ruined her life. The pink pillow that was on his lap had already become an easy target for the blow he was throwing full of emotion. His breathing roared unnoticed. Occasionally his long straight hair he ruffled origin to resemble a tangled thread.

"It shouldn't be Caesar! Why is it Caesar's?"

His voice growling. This time Kyla's white face was face down under the pillow. Hoping to scream in satisfaction without being heard by others.

The girl could not help this erratic feeling. Caesar cannot be her husband. A rude man with such a perverted look was not worthy of being with Kyla.

"Damn! My life will be fucked!" annoyed screams. He threw away the pillow that had muffled his voice since.

"What's up, Kyla?"

Someone from outside the door told Kyla. The girl was made a fool. His two hands were trying to clear up the mess with lightning speed before anyone entered his room.

Yes, this 3x4-meter room has turned into a ship-breaking vessel thanks to Kyla's emotions. Pillowcases that went nowhere, dolls lying on the irregular floor, an uncluttered dressing table, made Kyla tired herself to get everything back. However, inevitably, he was forced to clean it up before his mother's nagging echoed throughout the house three days and three nights.

"That's okay, ma'am," Kyla answered half-lyingly.

He forgot to lock the door. Hence, as soon as possible all this should have been sorted out before his mother entered without knocking. Could be long later the problem.

Justright. Again Kyla's mother went into her room without knocking. Kyla's heart feels like it's about to fall off. Plus the nagging of his mother who certainly did not just stop there. If you can, Kyla's earlobes cover her own ears now.

Ah, naw. There's more to it than that. Reason. Kyla needs a reason to explain why her room is this chaotic. There was no way he would say that he was upset because of that stern-headed man whose cunning mind was like Caesar's. After all, he would not want to live with the cruel Caesar. No matter how cool your family is.

"Hurry up, Kyla! There is no girl whose room is as messy as yours" continued his mother.

Kyla wants to answer that statement. Hey, come on, there must be some girls on this earth who have rooms as chaotic as Kyla, right? But he had to shut up. He didn't want to make his mother ride.

" Sorry, Mom. This is Kyla getting it done."

Kyla's milky white hand picked up the dolls she had previously thrown recklessly. He put it back on the bed. Yes, Kyla really likes to sleep with a mob of dolls that since childhood he collected.

Kyla's mother just shook her head. Kyla is not usually like this. Then, he chose to sit on a chair near Kyla's study table while watching his son who is now busy tidying up the brown dresser in the corner of the room.

Nineteen years old doesn't make Kyla look really mature. In her mother's eyes, Kyla is just a regular kid who is still spoiled and needs more attention. Maybe that's how all parents think of their children, right?