MARRYING A VENGEANCE

BATH

"This girl is really troublesome." Qian replied as she placed Imel's body on the living room couch.

The servants lined up in the guest room, they were ready to get orders from their master.

"Get him." Qian ordered to his servants, "If I go home from the office this girl is not yet conscious, you will all feel the consequences." threatened Qian.

The Ancestor of course made the servants creep in fear, because their cruel master never messed with his threat.

"Okay sir." replied the servants squeaking.

The atmosphere was always gripping where there were Qians, so that as Qian passed from before them, the servants breathed a sigh of relief.

After Qian's departure, the servants then attempted to resuscitate Imel using eucalyptus oil.

It took a few minutes to make Imel aware, as soon as he saw Imel open his eyes, the servants were seen breathing a sigh of relief and stroking his chest and compactly reciting.

"Alhamdulillah."

"I'm sorry he woke up, otherwise we could be finished." muttered one of the servants.

Imel blinked his eyes, and, 

he was surprised because some people dressed as servants surrounded him.

"Why is everyone swarming over me." her inner self.

Imel then remembered what happened just a moment ago, it made his mind cringe.

"Where am I, am I dead, am I at the end of the day" he said, so ignore him.

The maids threw eyes at each other before one of them said to answer Imel's question just now, "Miss is still alive, right now miss is in the guest room of Mr. Qian's house, miss was just fainting."

"I am still alive, thank God." In the heart of Imel sighs in relief, because he is not ready to die because his sins are too much, he has not had time to repent, and if he dies, he dies, Imel was afraid of being put to hell.

Imel tried to raise his body to sit his butt, one of the servants nimbly approached and helped Imel to sit down.

"Thank you." murmured Imel.

"Together, miss."

"This lady, you should drink first so that the lady's feelings become calmer." one of the servants then offered Imel water.

Imel grabbed the glass offered by the waiter and immediately drank the water until the toilet was not left, it seemed like he was really thirsty.

"Thank you." muttered Imel again handed the glass to the waiter just now.

"Miss should rest in the room." one of the servants suggested.

"But I have to work, Brother Qian said…."

"The color of the condition of the lady is in a state of unhealthy, you should rest, recover first lady, Mr. Qian must be aware of it."

"But it's really okay if I take a break." Imel made sure, he did not want to get hit by Qian's tantrum if Qian saw him sleeping.

"It seems so." the servants replied uncertainly.

Until one of the bodyguards came into the living room with an aerphone in his ear, he was like talking to someone.

"Yes sir, Miss Imel is conscious."

It was clear that the bodyguard was talking to Qianu.

"........"

"Good sir." 

After he finished communicating with his master, the bodyguard looked at Imel and relayed his master's message.

"Master told the lady to take a rest today."

Hearing the direct command of the noble, then Imel immediately agreed, "Good." 

And with the help of one of the servants who had his body, they walked to the back room where Imel's room was.

"Thank you."

"Together, miss."

"Mmm, could you not call me miss, I am not your employer here, our position is the same."

"Can't miss, after all, miss is Mr. Qian's wife."

"Wife of what kind is treated like this, tortured and made a helper." Inner Imel was sad.

"Despite that, can you not call me miss, just call me Imel." Imel tried to persuade the servant whom Imel had estimated to be around the twenties.

"Don't dare me miss, I'm afraid that mister Qian is angry, mister that anger is creepy."

Imel chuckled at the servant's words, "You're right, he looks like a beast."

"Oh my God, don't say that, if you hear me, it could be dangerous, miss could be punished."

"He won't listen, I'll tell you it's just the two of you here."

"Yes, lady, but I hope you'll be careful when you speak, watch your lady's words, because you have a lot of ears, miss you know what I mean."

Imel nodded in understanding.

"Already miss, miss should rest, I've been here a long time, later I can get angry by the butler because I still have many tasks that I have to complete." sik waiter rushed away.

"Heiii." call Imel because he doesn't know the name of the servant sik.

The waiter reflexively turned around, "Does she need anything."

Imel shook his head, "What's your name."

"Irma miss, my name is Irma."

"Irma, are you friends with me."

"Of course, miss, I'd be happy to be her friend, miss." 

*****

Qian who was about to enter the car stopped for a moment and looked at Hugo who was still standing beside the car, he waited for his master to enter and would close the car door again.

"Hugo." 

"Yes sir."

"I want the girl to welcome me."

"Good sir." 

"And one more thing, I want her to wear a maid outfit like the others."

"Good sir."

After closing the door for his master, Hugo walked forward and sat in the driver's seat, the man was seen contacting one of the guards at home to inform him of his master's orders.

After delivering the master's message, Hugo runs his car out of the company area, Satya's company is captured by Qian and now the company is fully owned by Qianu.

****

Imel is basically beautiful and cute, so without makeup polish on his face makes him look adorable in a servant's shirt with bandana as a sweetener on his head.

And now Imel was looking at himself in front of a small mirror in his room.

"If papi finds out that his beloved daughter is now a servant, he must be sad, at home he never lets me work even if it's just a minute." Imel was always sad when he remembered his papi.

"Look lady, soon the master will arrive." Irma remembered when opening the door of Imel's room as well as disperse the memory of Imel about his papi.

"Yes" he approached Irma.

The two girls walked forward to await the arrival of the great master.

In his heart, Imel said, "He must welcome this, if he comes, just come, take care of people."

"Miss is beautiful." praise Irma voice her heart.

"Ahh yes, I am indeed beautiful." narcissistic, "My school, I'm the prettiest girl you know, what is the term that is often used.." Imel looks to remember the term for school idols.

"Primadona." welcome Irma.

"Yes, miss is indeed beautiful, so it's only natural to get predicate as a prima donna and many like."

Imel so remember the same atmosphere of the school, especially the atmosphere of his class and his classmates, he missed, especially the same three best friends are Nuri, Juli and Gebi, and his friends, Imel had not been in for a few days because he was waiting for his sick papa.

When they arrived near the main door, several guards lined up on the right side, while several servants lined up on the left side.

"Greetings, the man is so happy, he's like the president has been welcomed like this." imel's inner self was inexhaustible with Qian's way of thinking that required his guards and servants to have to greet him like this, "He's really crazy respect."

"Look, lady, we're standing here." Irma drew Imel's hand and brought him to stand where the servants stood.

Some of the guards glanced at Imel, they were amazed by the beauty of the young girl, really young and fress, that was all they had in mind.

Not long after, the car carrying Qian stopped right in front of the house, Hugo immediately came down to open the door for his master.

"Welcome sir." choor the guards and servants together, including Imel who followed what the men said.

Qian glanced towards the rows of servants, his eyes stalled on the young, lowered figure.

"You." Qian pointed at Imel.

The one who was appointed was unconscious because he was still bowing.

"Miss, miss is called the same sir." whispered Irma to tell.

Imel immediately looked up and turned his head towards Qian, the eagle-like black eyes looking at him sharply.

"Why is he so scary, can't he don't scare people like that." 

"You, come with me to the room." Qian ordered.

After giving the order, he resumed his journey.

Glekk, Imel swallowed his saliva, hearing the words of the room coming out of Qian's lips scared him and the cold heat, the, hearing the word room certainly makes him think in the direction that is usually done by married couples.

"What else he wants, don't tell him he wants..."

"Miss, come on over there, sir asked the lady to follow her into the room." Irma resuscitated Imel.

"She's gonna say tell me to Irma's room."

"Where do I know miss, which is clear miss must be there now, later if the last miss, the master can be angry."

"Yes, I'll catch up with him." he hesitantly followed Qian behind.

Seeing Qian's sturdy back wrapped in a black suit alone scared Imel away.

"May he do nothing." - Imel prayed in his heart.

Qianu's room was located on the second floor, when she arrived at a door, Qian stopped her legs.

"Open." he ordered.

"I must also open the door." Imel protested inwardly before going forward and opening the big dark brown door.

As soon as the door opened perfectly, Imel could see what was inside the room that was Qian's room, a room so spacious and luxurious and dominated by black and grey, the room was so spacious, really a color that depicts the personality of its owner, gloomy and gripping.

"Soge away." Qianu pushed Imel's arm as Imel was just glued to his amazement staring at Qian's room.

Imel's body was pushed to the side, but fortunately he did not fall because he managed to keep his body balanced.

Because it is not welcome to enter so that Imel can only stand in his place.

"You why are still standing like a welcome statue there huh." Qian snapped.

Not wanting Qian to snap back at him, Imel quickly entered Qian's room.

"Close the door."

"Close the door." repeated Imel trembling, he was increasingly convinced that Qian would mess with him.

"What are you waiting for, quickly close the door." Qian snapped impatiently.

"I.iya."

After the door closes.

"Do your duty as a wife."

"Tu.task, what duty." Imel thought the task in question was to serve Qian's needs as a man.

"Bloon girl's base." said Qian, "I want to take a bath, take off my suit and shirt, my body feels sticky."

"I.ltya."

Imel approached doubtfully, his hands trembling as he tried to take off the suit worn by Qian.

As soon as the upper part of Qianu dated all, Imel could see the chest of the male field, plus the plaid belly that often saw in the movies, Imel's reflexes gulped his saliva.

"Prepare the warm water there with the aroma of therapy, I want to soak." said Qian did not pay attention to the look on Imel's face.

"Yes." Yeah." Imel rushed towards the bathroom, did as Qian ordered, filled the bathtub with hot water and gave the oil with the scent requested by Qianu.

"Thank God he's just gonna take a shower, I think he's gonna mess around."

Imel turned around when he heard the sound of steps approaching towards him, only he turned his head and found Qian who was now wearing only a towel wrapped around her waist, and without warning Qian escaped the towel from her waist, this of course made Imel shocked and threw away his gaze when his eyes very clearly saw the precious asset of milil Qian, Imel's heart was already willing to be dislodged.

"What he's doing, just playing naked in front of people, he knows not really, what he's doing is not good for my heart health, luckily I don't have a history of heart disease like papi."

"Bite my head." Qian ordered, who has now entered the bathub.

"Mmm yeah." 

Imel began to hold Qian's head and did as her husband ordered.

It seemed that Qian was enjoying the massage from Imel's hands, subconsciously it made her fall asleep and snore subtly.

"Astaganaga, he's sleeping again, keep wanting until when I mijitin his head, cook until tomorrow sieh, can sore my hands." Imel protested inwardly when he saw Qian closed his eyes.

"Mmmm, sis." after half an hour, Imel whose hands were sorely trying to wake Qian up very carefully, afraid that Qian was angry again.

"Sister Qian." Imel to swallow Qianu cheek because Qian did not want to get up too.

Qian squirmed and found Imel on his head.

"Crazy, useful also this spoiled girl, her massage to make me sleep." compliments that only she throws in the heart.

"You're out, I'm gonna clean up." 

"Good." 

As Imel walked towards the bathroom exit, Qian called back to him.

"Bring me some tea, I want you to make it yourself."

"Well." replied Imel hesitated, because he had never made tea before.

****

As Qianu was already out of the bathroom, she found Imel standing waiting for her, the girl's hand carrying a tray containing a teapot and a teacup.

"This is the tea, brother, I put it on the table." Imel quickly put the teapot and cup on the table because he wanted to rush out of the gloomy room, it felt like he could not stand being around Qianu for long.

"I'm sorry brother." said Imel with the pedal.

"Who told you to go, sit down." 

Having no other choice, Imel had to obey.

Qian sat down beside Imel and grabbed the remote to turn on the TV, on the thin screen airing a news about the stock market.

"You're not here to be a statue."

"Ohh yes." understood Qian's intention, Imel poured tea for Qian and handed her over.

Byurrrrs

As soon as the brown liquid moved into his mouth, Qianu immediately spat it out, as Qian felt the tea bitterly on his tongue.

"Oh my God, he must be angry with me, am I wrong to put in the sugar." Imel squeaked in fear, especially when Qianu caught him with her sharp eyes.

*****