My Twin Wives

Young Master Wijaya

Nuna just finished cleaning up.

While coming out of the bathroom, Nuna is shocked by the presence of two strangers in her room, one female and one male

"Who are you?" Ask Nuna

"Sorry lady, we were told by the young master to pick you up" the man replied.

"Young master? Who is your young master? I don't know her" Nuna pretended to be unfamiliar and ignorant.

Hey, he really doesn't know the young, forced master. So-sokan investigated his life too.

You're not polite

"Young master Wijaya asked us to take the lady to the house that was prepared for the lady" they looked still polite even though Nuna said a little taut.

Nuna breathed.

'Alright, his name was daf daf now changed to young master Wijaya. Got what the guy's real name was' Nuna muttered resentfully to herself.

But at this time Nuna had no choice but to join these two foreigners, there was not a dollar in her pocket. There were no possessions he had brought with him when he left home.

'Huh, may you protect me Lord' Inner Nuna in her heart

"All right, I'll come along. Can we go now?" Nuna finally resigned

"Please miss, let us bring your goods" the two people of different sex also packed all the goods in the treatment room.

Although there was actually no stuff that Nuna had brought.

There was only one paper bag containing Nuna's dirty clothes and a small bag that had been given by Daffa.

The three of them left the treatment room

Walk down the aisle of the hospital that is not too crowded.

At the end of the hall, the three entered the elevator and went down to the front lobby of the hospital.

The man that Nuna guessed was the driver of the young master's father rushed to leave Nuna and the maid in the lobby, as if he was about to pick up a car parked in the yard.

After waiting for a while, a white car stopped right at the entrance.

"Let's miss" the waiter guided Nuna into the car. Not to forget he opened the back door for Nuna.

He himself chose to sit in front beside the driver earlier.

Yes.yes...

Now Nuna understands.

This is what it feels like to be a princess. Where to take the driver and just sit sweetly in the back seat while enjoying the view.

Usually Nuna only take public transportation or ojek brother if traveling. Urgent jostling in public transport became commonplace for Nuna of course.

Along the way, no one spoke a word.

Nuna was reluctant to ask such questions because it seemed like the two people in front of her were irritable to talk and did not want to open the identity of the young master.

The car drove out of the highway, turning into a road that tends to be quiet but has a beautiful view. The right left of the road only looks green rice field that stretches.

Nuna did not take her eyes off the window.

He was so amazed.

He doesn't know what area he's in now. But he was really fascinated by the view out there.

The car kept on going into a village.

Starting to look at the houses of residents whose distance is quite far from each other.

At the end of the village road lies a fairly high iron fence that is enough to hide what is in it.

The car stopped, the driver honked.

Nuna successfully gawked. A beautiful and beautiful country house is now lying in front of him.

The house was not too big, left right was still a lot of big tree trees. There was a small flower garden in that spacious courtyard.

"Please enter the lady" the maid opened the car door,

Nuna rushed down.

But the view is still not separated from the beautiful house.

Nuna was about to enter the house, but suddenly her steps stopped in front of the terrace

"Wait a minute, is the young master inside?" Nuna asked the female servant who was now standing next to her

"It just so happens that the young master today left for a foreign country lady, so he's not here." The servant tried to explain to Nuna

"Did he live here too?" Ask Nuna again

"Actually the young master lives in the apartment, he rarely comes here. This is just a stopover house that young masters usually live in when there is no work" explained the maid again.

Nuna breathed a sigh of relief

'Thank God, I thought I'd be at home with that forced man' Nuna murmured inwardly

"oh yeah what's your name? We haven't even gotten acquainted, hahaha" Nuna laughed awkwardly. I've been talking here and there but he doesn't even know the name of the girl next to him.

"Miss can call me Tika. And that brought us his name, Mr. Roy." Tika introduced herself

"Alright Tika, my name is Nuna and stop calling me miss because my name is Nuna not miss" said Nuna fiery as she continued to emphasize the name Nuna. She felt uncomfortable being called Miss since this morning.

"But, miss, I can't. You're the employer here. I'm just a waitress" Tika humbled

"Listen there are no employers or servants in this house. We are friends" Nuna still hasn't given up

"But... How about I call you sister Nuna?" Tika made an offer.

"As far as you are. Just don't call me your lady. I feel uncomfortable" Nuna replied indifferently.

He immediately entered the house and again he was amazed by the contents of the house.

"Let's take Nuna, I'll take her to your room" Tika asked.

Nuna simply nodded and followed Tika's footsteps.

Tika opened a carved wooden door, as soon as the door opened wide, it appeared that the contents of the room that recited Nuna was quite luxurious. A large bed, a dresser, and a fairly large wooden cabinet.

"This is sister Nuna's room, if anyone feels ill-fitting, sister Nuna can tell Tika. Later let Tika who set everything according to the wishes of Kak Nuna" explained Tika at length.

Nuna circulated her gaze checking every corner in the room.

"No Tika, I like this room. Thank you" Nuna said at last.

Tika can breathe a sigh of relief now.

He says goodbye and leaves Nuna in her room.

Make room for Nuna to rest.

Just now Nuna lay her body on the soft mattress, suddenly she heard the sound of a cell phone.

Nuna looked for the source of the sound. And his gaze was immediately fixed on the small bag given by the young master who had been on the nightstand by the bed.

Nuna hurried to pick up the phone in the bag.

For a moment Nuna looked at the phone screen to find out who was calling her.

"Daf" the name on the phone screen

'True, even she didn't write her full name' Nuna clucked in annoyance before picking up the phone.