The Womb to the Young Master

Eps 19's

"How, did you guys get any information about that guy named Joshua?"

Yes, Mr. Harlem. He is a famous actor, reportedly now in a loving relationship with an actress named Airen.

"Good, bring me her personal information, as well as proof that she's been in contact with the daughter of the Sharta Group!"

Ready, Sir. I'll be there in 1 hour.

"Okay, I'll wait."

Tut's.

Tut's.

Tut's.

Harlem put the phone back on the button. Sitting on a chair in a private workspace, linking his fingers under his chin.

*****

Prilly looked up quickly. Staring at Revan's eyeballs with a questionable look.

"You believe me, don't you?" revan resolute.

Prilly was still dumbfounded, with her mouth tightly clenched. He didn't even move a bit.

"Prilly, will you live by my side, even as my lover?"

Blood whirred profusely in the flow of Priska's pulse, the more furious he saw and heard Revan's speech. He clenched his hand tightly.

"Revan! What are you saying, don't be stupid, she's just a country girl, why are you asking her to live by her side, when I'm still here." He cursed rough.

"You can't force someone's heart, Priska. I'm sorry, you better throw that hope away."

"But, Revan ...," He's half sobbed. A few clear hairs escaped from her eyelids. "Revan, plis, I promise to be the best woman for you." He sat down, sobbing.

Ting. Kegs.

All shocked in shock. Who's the guy who's been to Revan's apartment this early. The question is like a mandatory sentence to fill the minds of three people there.

"Let me open it." Revan's moving towards the door. Glance at a glimpse of a small screen that reflects the face of visitors in front there. The figure of Harlem was clearly displayed on that screen.

What, dad? Why is he visiting so early?

Cklek.

Kriyet.

"Dad? What's the matter, why did you suddenly visit so early?"

No response from Harlem. The tall man with half-whitened hair seemed to steal a glance into Revan's apartment room.

"Is Priska still inside?"

"Ah, that ..he's home." Revan lied. Forced, because now Prilly is also in his apartment. But really bad, when he heard the voice of Harlem, Priska quickly ran a small towards the front door. The sound of his half-running footsteps was even clear.

"Well, I'm here!" He waves. Putting on a cheerful face as if nothing had happened before.

Come on, this woman is just troubling me! Revan grumbled in annoyance at heart.

"Cih, you want to lie to Dad apparently. Give me a way, there's something I want to talk to you about."

"But, Dad, I had a presentation this morning at the office."

"Dad called them to postpone, and put forward his presentation at lunch."

"Huh, why would you change so casually." Revan snorted resentfully, resigned to his father's decision. He returned to the apartment followed by the father who followed in.

"Dad, what's coming into our apartment this early?" Priska immediately linked her arm to Mr. Harlem. Makes Harlem a little squeaky.

"Sad, my son-in-law is really spoiled."

"Dad ...." He began to lay his head on his shoulder. "Don't keep spying on me spoiled, Revan will be happy to mock me."

Cih, what the fuck is he, want to play in front of dad. Again, Revan snorted angrily at the sight of the pair of son-in-laws and in-laws behind him looking affectionate.

"Yes, okay, I'm not gonna say you're spoiled anymore." He laughed a little at his daughter-in-law.

They headed for the sofa, the little laughter of Harlem and his son-in-law still sounded harmonious, until accidentally the Harlem netra found the figure of Prilly standing there. He was surprised, immediately frowned and then took off Priska's arm slowly which had previously been hooked on his hand.

Who is this girl? Wasn't she the suspected girl last night sitting in a chair in front of a mini market?

"Revan, who's the girl, why is she in your apartment?"

Revan and Priska spontaneously turned at the same time. Looks Priska's lips want to say but restrained. As if to make an excuse but have not found the right word.

"He, the assistant I hired to clean this apartment?" revan answered, turning his face away.

"Yes, Dad. He's a waitress in our apartment." Priska chimed in.

"Oh, that's it, hmm ...." Harlem squinted, he continued to stare at the girl, making Prilly groggy until he looked down perfectly.

Strange, not usually Revan wants to hire a housekeeper, especially he is still young. Rouse suspiction.

"Revan, you should have talked about this to me if you really needed an assistant, I could have sent some trained assistants. No need to use outsiders."

"Yeah." Priska touched Harlem's arm. "To use the services of outsiders does not mean that they are not trained. He's Prilly, he's very good at cooking and cleaning houses, let alone entertaining guests."

"Oh yeah? Where did you get that good waiter?"

Deg.

Prilly's heart began to pound at Harlem's question to Priska. Looks like young lady is intending to prank me. He must have hated me now because of Mr. Revan's attitude this morning.

And I hope the Master didn't hear my conversation with the lady last night. I told the lady that I was looking for a friend in one of the rooms in this apartment. Inner Prilly muttered.

"That's .. my friend introduced it." Priska answered the origin.

"Oh, huh?"

"Yes, Dad." she replied. "Prilly, get me a drink for Mr. Harlem."

Hope everything goes well. I hope the master does not suspect me.

"Well, I saw for myself, didn't I think the girl was very dexterous. I was even used to having her get warm water to refresh my legs when I was tired. And she .. deftly soaked my feet there, she didn't even miss a bit without a massage."

"Oh, really? She's that craggy?"

"Yes, Dad. Prisca didn't lie."

"But, you should hire an assistant who is 35 and above. He looks so young, Dad's afraid he'll have the intention to snatch Revan from you, because it looks like he's the same age as you, Priska."

Damn, why is it that it is so fitting, this old man is like insinuating me.

"Ahaha, that can't happen, Dad." Priska laughed a little. "Isn't that my dear husband?" He now cast a glance at Revan.

"So, what you said could happen, right?" revan's answer seemed to be a hard insinuation.

What, agghhh, Revan was so outrageous, did he want to embarrass me.

Harlem's little laugh echoed there. "Look at your husband, he likes to joke."

"Yes, Dad, sometimes Revan likes to talk. But I know he didn't mean it."

"Hmm, but you're not sleeping apart?" ask Harlem.

"Oh, of course not, Dad." Priska wiggled her ten fingers. "Yes, Revan."

"Emm," Revan only responded with a glance. It was clear that he could not cover up his feelings that did not like Priska.

"Good."

After a while, Prilly came back out carrying three medium glasses with orange juice filling. He put it on the table there. "Please enjoy the drink, sir."

Harlem glanced at him at a glance, but Priska immediately pushed her slowly from behind. "Oh, go back there. Don't bother the guests."

"Well, Miss!" Prilly nodded slowly, then sauntered away. Harlem can see the look in Revan's eyes that look at him until it completely disappears from view.

Totally suspicious.

Harlem now looks to be breathing deeply. Like I would say something heavy. "Revan, Prisca."

Both of them flinched, then stared fixedly. "Yes?"

Harlem took a breath, then started talking. "Dad knows your relationship isn't harmonious, but I can't guess what charade you're playing!"

"I mean Dad?"

What does this old man mean? Does he know what Revan and I are hiding. Priska began to suspect.

"Priska, I hope you don't have any more contact with Joshua in the future."

Deg.

Uh, why does he know about my relationship with Joshua. Priska began to look down, between shame and fear.

Plis, don't get us divorced. He made a do'a by closing his eyes tightly.

"Leave him, and live with your husband. This time I forgive you, but if you repeat it later, I'm not reluctant to dismantle it in front of your parents."

"Good, Dad. Forgive Priska."

"Then, I'll take care of you."

"Wait."

Harlem. Revan's eyes were now on him. "What's up, Revan?"

"No, I just want to take you to the front." He got up and started walking at the same time. All the way there was no conversation until Harlem arrived at the door.

"Dad."

"Emm?" Harlem.

"I don't agree with Dad's decision."

His father did not answer. Shut up and let Revan finish his talk.

"I want to divorce Priska, I've seen for myself what Priska's real attitude is."

"Morum." He was heavy. "Revan, I'm sorry, but you can't get divorced."

Deg.

Whahuh? Why is my father so selfish.

"Why? Because of Dad's business again?" The tone is a little harder.

"Revan, take care of your attitude when you talk to Dad. You think Dad did all this for no reason. Dad has already collaborated to make a big project with Sharta Group. And already entering the 30% stage, do you want Daddy to lose big?"

Revan was stunned to hear it. "I didn't think Dad was so selfish."

"What's? Selfish dad? This is all for your sake too. After all, what if you were with Priska, don't you have no women by your side?"

Revan was silent.

"Don't tell me that the woman you called your assistant was your lover."

Deg.

Now Revan began to raise his head, staring fixedly at Harlem. "From the beginning, I was suspicious. Last night your mother said that the woman sitting in front of the mini market was the same woman who pressed the bell in front of your apartment, she said that she had the wrong room. Isn't it strange that by morning he's already your assistant and even looks familiar to you both."

Revan could not dodge, he turned his face away, like he had been caught red-handed.

"Dad doesn't know what skit you're playing, but I hope you're not acting stupid, Revan."

After satisfied talking, Harlem then left, walking quickly into the elevator area. He stared at Harlem until the elevator doors closed perfectly.

Revan was finally able to sigh slowly.

I hope things don't get messed up.