The Womb to the Young Master

Eps 15's

Ting. Kegs.

Bell clinked back, the petite woman with half a century of age was walking towards the front door. It did not occur to him to try to see who the guest was outside on the small screen, but to open it immediately.

Kriiets.

The door is open perfectly. The figure of a simple girl with a tired look mounted on her face instantly filled the vision room of Mistress Harlem.

Both eyes were firmly fixed. Ask each other in your heart.

Who her?

"You who?" ask Mrs Harlem. His tone was firm, inwardly wanting to expel immediately.

The girl was surprised. His eyes widened to find a sharp gaze raining on his face, a gaze that was like seeing a fugitive drug dealer case, then caught red-handed carrying meth.

As a result, the weight he swallowed saliva to expel nervousness.

"Sorry, is this really Sherly's room?" origin answers.

I hope he does not suspect.

Netranya. There was a single question that was immediately caught in his head. Who's Sherly?

"No!"

"Oh, so no, huh?" the girl replied awkwardly. "Then, sorry, I got the wrong room, excuse me, ma'am!"

"Hm." It just cleared slowly. His face was heavy to just throw a smile. He saw the girl who seemed to be walking slowly.

This girl is suspicious, she looks like a village. Maybe he had bad intentions for Revan.

He was still reluctant to close the door, just wanting to make sure that until the girl actually left, disappeared from before him, then he could close it with relief.

"Who, Mah?"

"Nobody, just the wrong address."

"Ohh!"

Revan who had been tense was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. His pale face slowly faded. At the glance of the phone that immediately turns on, it appears that one notification came into the square screen.

"Sir, it seems that now that you have a guest, sorry to ring the bell, I will wait for them to come home first."

A small glimmer of smile instantly expanded between Revan's two lips.

Good job, Prilly.he's muttering.

Ting. Kegs.

Just now his mother's steps almost arrived at the sofa where they were gathered, suddenly bell clanking again in front of there. Irritatedly he turned the direction of his body, to re-open the door.

"You want that girl! Very little work." Furious, he cursed.

Krieett.

Dap.

"You're more, anyway!" hardiknya who was immediately surprised because now the figure captured by his eyes was different. A girl with a lunglai body instantly fell before him. He caught it.

"Loh, Priska, what's going on?" He was shocked not to get stuck. The girl looked up slowly, then chuckled.

"Hey, look. Your face even reminds me of Mistress Harlem! Are you his clone. Ha-ha-ha." Her speech made Mistress Harlem a little astonished. "Hueee, why is it that when my life is so messed up, even the face of the Madam appears?" He almost vomited, talked, because his mind was not fully conscious.

"Priska, what's going on?" With great difficulty Mrs Harlem tried to get Priska to get up. The girl was drunk. Mister Harlem and Revan were even stunned to see them from afar.

"Vevaaan! Don't shut up, help Mama!"

Snapping, Revan got up and immediately ran towards the front door. He immediately took Priska's body, taking her into Prilly's room.

"Hi, dear Revan," said the girl with a smile as her body was in Revan's arms. But Revan didn't bully him.

He continues to take her to Prilly's room accompanied by his father and mother who soon follow.

Revan laid him there. Covering her body with a blanket belonging to Prilly.

What are you doing, Priska. You're really sloppy. He grieves in the heart.

"Revan, what's going on?" The question with a firm tone immediately grabbed onto the heart. "Revan, would you please explain to me?"

Revan. Looking at the confused faces of her parents. "What happened between you? Why did Priska come home drunk like this?" ask mother.

"It must be you!" added Mr. Harlem.

"Why do you just blame me? Aren't you guys who have betrothed me to this weightless girl, you should have thought about that when you made a pact with the Sharta family?"

"What's? Watch your talk, Revan. He is the son of the Sharta Group. How could he possibly do such a foolish thing if it wasn't for the trouble between you!"

"Whatever. I'm sick of all this." Revan got up and immediately walked quickly towards his room. Suddenly, the drunken girl was back.

"Joshua, how could you betray me, what lack of me compared to that damn artist!"

All were now silent to Priska's speech beyond that awareness. Mistress Harlem even directly tightened her body near her daughter-in-law. Stuck his fingers on Priska's fingers tightly.

The screeching laughter from Revan sounded loud, it was like using a sword alone. "Take care of your favorite daughter-in-law. I don't want to get tired of taking care of that spoiled girl."

"Revan, what exactly happened?" asked his father, who was still putting on a confused look, still could not believe what he saw.

"Dad can see for himself, right? Our relationship is not as harmonious as you might imagine. Sorry to disappoint you, Dad. Excuse me first."

"Revan, answer first."

"You can ask him when you wake up." He bowed his head, then waltzed away without caring for his mother who was now calling out incessantly.

"Already, Mah, it looks like Revan is telling the truth!"

"What!" Madam Revan was stunned after seeing the fact that her son did not have a harmonious relationship with the girl they were dating.

"It's okay, Mah, I'm going to investigate about that guy named Joshua."

His mother did not immediately answer. He was silent for a moment, then turned his face.

"Dad, have we been wrong in our actions. We shouldn't have matched them."

"That's not true, Mom. They just need time."

"But when? They have been married for a month, and so far there has been no development. How about we let them get divorced. I'm afraid Revan ends up hating us for this matchmaking."

"No, Mah. I don't want to!"

"What's? How could you say that? Don't you think about Revan's feelings."

"Divorce isn't that easy, Mah. I have established cooperation with the Sharta Group. I don't want this cooperation to end in vain just because of our child's marriage problems. Let us sacrifice a little. Their marriage is only a matter of time, I'm sure one day they'll realize that we've given them the best."

"The best for them, or for you!" Mistress Harlem went straight towards the middle room.

Women always feel the most right. Curiously annoyed.

Mr. Harlem then started writing messages on his phone. A short message that he will send to a head housekeeper at his residence.

Send two of the best servants to Revan's residence. Tell them to take care of the young lady until she's healthy.

The message was sent, then in a short time a notification immediately meme-bib on his phone.

Well, I'll send it soon, sir.

After sending a message, Harlem soon met his wife who was still faithful to hold both arms in the chest. The old woman turned her face when her husband returned.

"Come, we're back now."

"What about Priska?"

"I've sent two servants to take care of it."

annoyed. But Mrs Harlem had no choice but to get up and come home with Mr. Harlem. While in the elevator to the ground floor they are silent, as well as when heading to a large parking area.

"Well, I'm angry, I'm just trying to give my best to our son!" Mrs Harlem still faithfully silenced, until the two docked in the front car seat.

Revan stood with his arms around his chest, looking at the departure of his parents behind the wall with the transparent glass design of the ten-story building.

The car was moving slowly, had stopped briefly in front of a mini market, then drove back to completely disappear from Revan's view.

Beeping.

Where are you?

A message from Revan was instantly read by the girl.

This arrogant master, is his guest home now?

He sipped a cold drink that is packaged specifically to drink by being sipped. While replying to Mr. Revan.

I'm downstairs, in front of the minimarket.

Short reply. However, in just a matter of seconds, the three dots on the contact's name seemed to sway. Looks like the man across there is typing a reply message for him.

"Hurry and he replies" he murmured .

Wait for me there. The message arrived and was read immediately.

"What?" Prilly's eyeballs went wide. "Aren't I misreading, she's picking me up, right here?"

Ah, no need, sir. Just tell me if the guest is gone, I'll be right up.

Undeliverable.

Beeping.

No, wait for me there.

"Ahh, ngeyel once he. All right then.

Alright, Mister. I'll be waiting for you.

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