My Role with Young Master

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The days passed since the young master in Italy, never a day did he forget Me. He called me every day, sometimes morning, afternoon, evening until bedtime. What a young master is indeed a very considerate man and I admit that he deserves to be my future husband.

Almost a week passed, now is the time for the young master to pack up to return to Jakarta. He was so excited for his return this time to the city that many bad memories in his childhood used to be with his mother.

Though the young master already does not want to live in Indonesia anymore, but fate says another, thanks to the late master Halim who asked the young master to marry me. Since then the young master is required to survive and carry out the mandate of the father.

This is where the story of my household and young master started from hate until the role I played with the young master led us to true love, even though we have not revealed it directly.

That morning, the young master smiled to himself remembering myself which made him also remember his promise he had told me when he left for Italy. Yeah, especially if it's not about his past.

"I miss you Naya, miss you so much. I am more and more convinced that you are destined for me. It's not wrong for papa to choose you as a wife" the young master murmured while shadowing my face.

"I've made you suffer, made you lose your memory and get depressed because of me. I'm sorry for doing all that to you, Naya."

"I promise to tell all my past even my lies about the dangerous drugs I gave you, Nay."

"I'll say everything after I get to Jakarta. Hope you can receive an explanation from me, Naya!" the young master smiled with his positive thoughts as he walked out of the hotel room he occupied.

Before leaving for the airport, the young master stopped by for a while to buy something souvenir to Jakarta. But just three steps the young master entered the mall there, he suddenly got a message with a number that he was not familiar with.

A photo appeared on the young master's phone screen as he opened the message. His eyes were perfectly rounded, his jaw was hardened and his gaze in the direction of the photo was so sharp and full of anger.

"Naya, how could he get out of the house that was heavily guarded by the bodyguards. Who'd she go with? Who's the guy? Naya, I really believe in you, but you ignored my orders and you betrayed me. Too bad for you, Nay!" the young master's mind with his eyes reddened and immediately his mood was bad until he turned to step his feet out of the mall.

The young master immediately boarded the taxi car that had been waiting for him since he got out of the hotel that would take him to the airport as well. Intention to give a gift for his return to Jakarta was foundered. The young master was so disappointed and angry.

After entering the car and the driver drove his car to the airport, the young master got a call from the number that sent him a photo to his mobile number.

"Hallo, who are you? Can you send a fake photo? That must be an editan, right?"

"Hey, relax, bro. Don't be angry, dong. I just want to meet that beautiful woman, hahaha!"

"Why did you get out with my wife? Tell me not to laugh!"

"You don't need to know who I am. Anyway anything I do can make your wife leave your house even forever, Aras Ahmet."

"Never touch my wife. If you fuck up I'll kill you."

"Do whatever you want. You just have to prove your words. Besides, your wife can kidnap me whenever I want, hahaha!"

"Hey, you .. Who are you?"

"You'll know who I am after you get back from Italy. I'm waiting for you, Aras. See you soon."

The call was cut off.

"Ah, fuck. Who's the guy? How dare he look for trouble with me?" said young master Aras with annoyance.

"Naya, you've let me down. You didn't say anything when I was in Italy, but I called you every day."

"If you get caught having a relationship with another man, this time I'll never let you be happy, Naya!" muttered young master Aras with anger.

The young master rubbed his face violently, his mind started to mess everywhere.

"Yes well, sir!" the driver replied a little scared.

It was a very late night in Jakarta. As I await the return of young master Aras, I am determined to wake up tonight while playing Luis' mobile phone, but I can't play it too long because I have to hide the phone from the young master. Afraid of being caught by young master. So I kept it carefully.

The day was getting late and long I fell asleep just like that. Unfortunately, at 02:00 in the morning, Luis walked into my room and woke me up.

"Hey beautiful, wake up!" Luis rocked my body but I was still asleep.

"Hey pretty, let's get up. Your husband will be home soon!" this time Luis' voice was clearly in my ear.

"He's home yet? Where's my husband?" I quickly got up and tidied up my clothes and my messy hair.

"Calm down, she's still on her way, gorgeous!" luis said, I just realized his presence.

I turned to look at Luis, he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"You, when did you get into my room? Why do you dare to go in without permission? I'm sure you're a thief" I said frantically and anxiously.

"Ssttt, lower your voice. The people in this house will hear your shrill voice" Luis covered my mouth with his index finger.

I brushed Luis' hand off violently.

"Don't touch me. Get the fuck out of here. My husband will be home soon!" I asked and wished him to leave.

"Just let me be here, 'cause I'm gonna surprise Aras."

Instead of leaving, Luis became. He went back to the bed and rolled on the bed.

"Hey, you want to die? You want me to be killed by my husband? Please, get out of here. Otherwise, he'll destroy me with this house."

 

I pulled Luis' hand, but instead it was pulled back by Luis and I fell on Luis' body.

Tin tin tin

The sound of a car horn that just entered the courtyard of the house. It sounded so clear and familiar to me, that it was the sound of young master Aras' car.

"Take me off Luis. My husband is back. Because of you, I can't welcome my husband home. But please, let me go and get out of here. My husband will be going up to this room soon. I'm afraid he's misunderstood" I begged Luis, hoping he'd let me go.

The clattering footsteps sounded faintly in my ears. I was so anxious and afraid that I resigned to the present situation.

"I don't know what's going on between you and my husband. But please don't involve me in your problems. Please, please go!"

I cried and wished Luis could be merciful to me. And shortly afterwards, there was a knock on the door.

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