My Choice of Woman

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EPISODE 147: I'm Still Worried About You Under Any Situation

“I hope you release me, Mr. Naresh Yori Alvarendra. Let me leave this house!” Kinanti's voice was hoarse, her face shabby as if she was crying.

Naresh faltered, he could not believe Kinanti would say that. “What's up? Why are you like this? What's my fault?”

“Master Yori is never wrong. I am guilty of expecting the impossible as a poor girl living in the slums. Let me lift my foot from this house, Mr.” Kinanti bowed her body. He still memorized the procedure of becoming a maid.

Naresh touched the girl's shoulders to stop bending her. “What has possessed you, Kinan? What are you talking about?”

“Sorry Mr. Yori. I am now aware of my position. I hope you understand about this decision.”

“Explain! Explain to me, why are you acting like this?”

Kinanti showed me her phone. A clear picture of Naresh lying on his back with a woman in a very late outfit opens.

Naresh's eyes widened. In the photo, it is clearly depicted himself with Sirena posing naughty. He cannot deny the digital evidence. He flinched.

“I think this explains everything. I know if I'm just a girl. I want to resign from this job, Mr. Yori.”

“You are not that kind of girl, Kinan! I was just framed! Believe that! Please,” Naresh clasped Kinanti's hand. “Do not like this, stay here.”

Kinanti pulled her hand. He walked to his room and picked up a large bag containing his clothes. “Sorry Sir, I've packed my things. Allow me to go.”

“No!” Naresh. He looks very fierce. “You can't leave this house!”

Kinanti who had been holding back her tears, now suddenly collapsed instantly. “For what am I holding out with a man who can't get enough with one woman? What for! I can't be like this. If you want to play me, please stop now. My heart was torn to the sight of that photo.”

“I never adore you. Understand it! This is just a trap to separate us can even drop my reputation!”

Kinanti. He denies Naresh's reasoning. “Despite it all, I can't trust you anymore, Sir. Please let me leave this house.” He held his bag to his back and prepared to go to the door. In Kinanti's mind, he just wanted to get away from this house and go from the life of the man he loved. It doesn't matter if it hurts or not.

“Do not go!” Naresh pulls Kinanti's hand. He does not want his beloved to leave.

“Let me go, Mr Yori! Trusting you is just like me hugging a thorny rose. So painful.”

“No!”

Kinanti continued to rebel, she wanted to release her hand from the man's grip. He was trying to escape.

Naresh becomes a pitam ride. He must do something so that Kinanti does not leave this house especially this girl is very stubborn. In his heart, he wanted to say that he really did not sleep with Sirena.

Naresh had to drag Kinanti. He is stronger now than ever. Naresh gets overwhelmed. “You can't get out of this house!” He dragged the girl to his room.

“Master! Release me!” Kinanti tried to rebel. He had to escape the man's grip.

Naresh had no choice, he had to lock the girl in his room. Because only the window there is a terrace made of iron, and a bathroom with a window high enough. The ideal place to lock up a Kinanti.

The drag did not last long, Naresh managed to put Kinanti into his room even though his chin hurt a little because it was scratched by the girl not to mention the suit and shirt he was wearing had lost some buttons. He locked that door.

I heard Kinanti banging on the door, shouting to get out. But Naresh tried not to care. He had to lock up the girl he loved. “Sorry Kinan.”

Naresh left the house. He had to immediately visit the main house to change clothes and ask some maids to take care of the house and deliver food to Kinanti. Naresh also requested that the guard be tightened so that Kinanti would not leave the house.

“Jun, I want you to be my driver today,” Naresh said.

“Good Mr. Yori.” The forty-year-old man named Jun bowed his body in the sign of receiving the order.

While in the car, Naresh gets more agitated. He was unceasingly massaging his forehead and the look on his face was very lethargic. This made Jun get anxious to see his Master like that.

“Is there a problem Mr?” june asked, though her gaze was focused on the road.

“You understand Jun the most. Last night I felt embarrassed. How could anyone set me up with a woman whose job is to satisfy a man's desires? Then why did Kinanti get the photo, whereas not many people knew about my relationship with her.” Naresh exhaled heavily as if many burdens were lodged on his shoulders.

“Only Miss Kinanti got that photo?” Jun asked again.

“Iya,” said Naresh accompanied by a nod. “Can you find out who that woman is and the mastermind behind all this?”

“Good Sir. Would you like to stop by for a while to replenish the morning energy? I'm sure because of the quarrel Miss Kinanti did not prepare anything at the dinner table.” Jun smiled.

“You do understand very well, Jun.”

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“Selkurkan me! Sis! Eject me! eject ...” A hiccup asking out made the guard maids who were behind the door feel pity.

Kinanti felt exhausted. He decided to curl up in bed waiting for the Young Master to come home.

The sound of knocking on the door. “Nona, we want to enter deliver breakfast for Miss.”

Kinanti did not reply, she had run out of energy from shouting. He had also gone around in this room looking for a gap to get out, but the results were nil. All the windows in this room were wearing iron bars, unlike his room.

Two female maids opened the door carrying trays containing breakfast menu today.

“Sorry Miss, Mr. Yori told Miss to eat soon,” said one of the female maids.

Kinanti. He was so tired, his desire just wanted to go away from this house. He could not ask outside for help, his cell phone had been taken by Naresh.

The two maids left Kinanti and locked the door again. In the room Kinanti smelled a very delicious aroma coming from the chicken soup that was still steaming its smoke. He got up and saw two trays of food and fruit.

“While angry, you still have time to worry about me, Kak.”