Prince Of Curse (Prince of Curse)

Episode 13: Background

In the restaurant's spacious kitchen, the prince was forced to wash many dishes to pay for his meal. He was accompanied by a servant on duty at the time. If only he himself, then he does not need to bother touching the dirty plate. He just uses his power.

"Did the boy deliberately punish me in this way?" rutuknya upset, despite wearing gloves, he was still very disgusted to touch the dirt used to eat people.

"You're still very young, your appearance is also good. Why become a fraud?" said an employee who was washing dishes with the Prince.

The prince stared cynically at the employee. How dare the creature yesterday afternoon opine like that to him. "I'm not a fraud. Besides, I'm a lot older than you." he told the 40-year-old employee.

"Young people now have no manners" the man said.

They are also back to washing dishes. Unexpectedly, a mouse passed through the corner of the sink. The 40-year-old employee was horrified.

"That's the..! Hey get rid of that rat..!" his screech was disgusted, he hid behind a plate rack.

Instead of denying the rat, the prince instead took out a butcher knife and brutally split the rat's body in two.

"Why did you kill him?!" The man's employees turn their backs, just throw the rat out, no need to kill and dirty the place.

"You said get rid of it." The prince stuffed the rat's body into a plastic bag, then dumped it in the trash.

"You're like a psychopath." said the short-bodied employee.

"What is. psychopath?" new term what is it? The prince did not know much about modern words.

"The psychopath is someone who has no feelings, no compassion as you did just now. Uh. the children are now very strange." murmured the man shuddered with creeps.

The prince instead nodded proudly, he thought it was a good nickname for him. He also refocused washing dishes so that they could be free immediately from the dish.

...~~...

For almost a day Dea locked herself in her room. All he's done since yesterday is lying in bed crying.

Both of his eyes were now swollen, his face shabby and pale. He didn't even care if there was a class today. His mind had completely drifted in an uncertain direction since yesterday. All the absurd things that happened, almost made him lose his sanity.

Then Dea realized that the prince was really not following her. "Have he returned to the afterlife?"

Dea was sitting on the bed, her head was heavy. "Thank God he disappeared from here."

As he was about to throw himself back, his door bell rang. With a forced step, the girl went down to open the door.

"Sick girl..?" gala asked for a moment to look at Dea from behind the door.

"No, what's up?" Dea rested her shabby face on the door leaf.

Gala looked at the girl's face, completely pale. "May I talk to you for a second?"

Because it seemed important, Dea opened the door wide and let Gala in. The girl dropped her body on the sofa, while Gala sat opposite her.

"Is there a problem?" dea asked lazily, while scratching her ears using her little finger.

"It's about your driver." Gala took out her laptop.

"created? What's wrong with her?"

"I'm sorry that I was so presumptuous, I asked a friend of mine who works in the police to find out the background of Dipta. But we didn't find anything. Is it possible that the lady is hiding something?" Gala showed me her laptop, there's no one with that identity. Not even a photo of Dipta was found in any civilian records.

From a half-lying position, Dea sat up straight. He turned his gaze in various directions, to reduce his nervousness.

"Where did you meet him?" gala continued to investigate. He will fulfill the will of the late Chief, to guard Dea.

"He came to this house." said Dea unsure. It wouldn't make sense if he told me the truth.

"Do you know her background?"

Of course Dea knew, a prince cursed with his cruel attitude. Even yesterday the prince confessed that he killed all his family.

"No.., why?"

"Why does the lady believe him so? His data is not recorded anywhere. He could be an ex-con or a gangster. What if he approaches you for something veiled?" Gala is after Dea like a father who worries about his daughter.

"Where is he now? I need to talk to him."

"I've stopped him." Yes, Dea does not want to deal with the psychopath again.

"Why? Did he do anything rude to the lady?"

"No. no, the driving ability is terrible." dea covered the awkwardness with a bland smile.

Gala finds something strange from Dea's explanation. Something seems to be hidden. He's gotta find this.

...~~...

In her room, Maya seems to form a plan to destroy Dea's good name. Either way, he has to take over the company of his brother.

"Do whatever it takes, make him ruined. The girl is just blocking my way." Maya told her men.

"Okay, ma'am, we make sure you won't be disappointed" said the burly man, who is the leader of the gangster. They often get rid of large rats. If it was just getting rid of a mosquito, it would be a trivial job for him.

...~~...

At nine o'clock in the evening, Dea was watching a television show in her room. His phone rang repeatedly, successive messages filled the notification screen.

"What are these nights like?" Dea folded her eyebrows while reading the message coming from the classroom grub.

Usually the grub will only be crowded if there are additional tasks. After all, none of his classmates were that familiar with him. But this time all the written contacts took Dea to a bar club.

[*Dea, you should come. We're all here.]

[There will be an important notice from our chairman.]

[We are waiting for you, because if there is one person who is not present, the notification will be canceled*.]

Dea read one by one the classmate's message. "What notice?" muttered.

His class once held a meeting at a bar club. They ate and drank together after discussing the lecture material. Although the exiled Dea quite enjoyed the atmosphere.

This time he left without suspicion. Though the chat grub has been hacked by Maya's men. They're gonna carry out the plan tonight.

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