The Womb to the Young Master

Eps 22's

Revan was getting closer to the Personal Office of the President of Harlem, only ten steps away, but his eyes were still faithfully fixed on the mobile phone screen.

Okay, wait for me tonight.

He sent the short message to the girl who is now a waiter in his apartment.

Ready, at seven o'clock I'll wait for you at the stop.

Revan smiles. A glimmer of happiness when sending messages with Prilly, making him forget for a moment with the burden of the problems he now faces.

Kriee.

He opened the door to his father's office, while his eyes continued to focus on the phone screen.

As the foot stepped in, he began to look up. Four pairs of eyes seemed to highlight it. He's surprised.

What is this, why are my parents and Priska's parents here?

"Revan, where have you been? Didn't the assistant tell you to go to Dad's office after the meeting."

Revan did not defend himself, only appearing to sigh heavily. "Sorry, Dad." That is all he can say.

"Hurry in, salute the Sharta Group family!" It was like an inevitable command. Revan glanced at those who were also staring fixedly at him. Then looked down at Priska's parents.

"Here you go, President Harlem, there's no need to scold him that way. After all, it's only a few minutes late." He seemed to neutralize Harlem's emotions. "Revan, come here."

Revan came and sat on an empty chair there. "Did you meet Priska in your office?"

"Huh?" Harlem and his wife were surprised to see the iron.

"So, you were late because Priska went to your office?" Harlem turned the question around and threw it at Revan.

"Emm," Revan only cleared his throat briefly, unable to brag about his fake relationship with Priska.

"Well, look at this newlywed couple, they're so harmonious." They chuckled at Harlem and his wife, looking perfect happiness emanated from the look of both.

"When every day has met, but still miss each other" added Mrs Harlem.

"Yes, look, Revan is so timid, he's even hard-pressed to smile." The last words of Mrs Sharta Group managed to make laughter echo in the room.

"Ehem!" Revan berdehem's. Suddenly the warm atmosphere turned cold. Not like that, Revan to make their laughter stop completely.

"What's Revan?" ask Mrs Sharta.

"Is the conversation over?"

"Eh?" Everyone's surprised.

This kid, does he want to embarrass his parents? Harlem grumbled inwardly.

"Revan, what's going on?"

Everyone is staring at him now. No exception Harlem who immediately cast a sharp gaze almost made goosebumps.

"Sorry, now I have an appointment. If there's nothing needed anymore, I'll leave." He nodded and walked quickly to the exit.

"Revan, we're here to talk about you." Revan's steps came to a halt, he turned to everything.

Kriee.

The door of the Harlem President's room opened again, the surprise this time widened Revan's eyes. Yes, it is because now Priska is also present, and immediately warmly welcomed by everyone.

"Well, here comes the best girl, baby, take your husband to sit here. We have something to talk about you guys. Oh right, say hello to Mr. Harlem and Mrs Harlem first." The girl lowered her head on them, as did Harlem and his wife who immediately replied with a small nod.

"Mom and Papah, what do you want to talk about?"

"Revan, come quickly, sit down with your wife."

Revan's still standing, still not wanting to get out of there.

When do you want to stay in an apartment? Immediately move to the Mansion that we have given you."

We were? Isn't that a father's gift?

Revan turned his gaze on Harlem. The man who was now throwing his eyes to cover up the fact that the Mansion was indeed from the Sharta Family.

Oh, so it turns out it belongs to the Sharta Group. Strange, actually what happened. It's like you're covering something up for me.

Revan eventually abandoned his intention to leave the room. He sat back in a chair that was no longer empty. Yes, he had to sit with Priska. The girl no longer looked as spoiled as before. Except look ugly and groggy.

"Priska, what's wrong?"

Priska looked at her parents. "Ah, there's nothing, Mah."

For a moment Priska developed her smile there. "Ah that's just Mom's feeling. I'm happy right now, isn't it my husband?" Slow down his tone when he switched the talk to Revan.

"Hm" said the man beside her.

"You think there's something bad going on between you guys."

"Oh, of course there isn't, Mah."

"Goodoo. Revan, Priska, we'll accompany you tonight, pack now. We'll all stay for the first time at your Mansion."

"But, Aunt."

"Eh, what does Aunt call her? This is your mom, too." Madam Sharta developed her smile. "I've been wanting Revan to be my son-in-law for a long time, he's a handsome young man with potential. I mean, I mean to say this."

"Right, ah we've also long wanted Miss Priska to be our daughter-in-law, she's an energetic girl."

"Ha-ha-ha, the spoiled Priska girl, she can do nothing but dress up and squander money. Revan must have been overwhelmed teaching him. That's right, Son Revan." He threw the question at Revan.

"Eh, he-yes." Revan teratwa. Then back to throwing away the view.

Shit, I promised Prilly I'd watch tonight. What should I do to avoid them?

"Well, you guys go home together first, we'll catch up."

Revan doesn't talk much anymore. He chose to rise, bowed for a while and came out without taking Priska, while Priskan himself was already seen teetering, confused.

"Priska, come after your husband."

He sighed softly. "Yes, Mah. Then, Priska pamit first." Everyone seemed to smile kindly. He rushed to the door that had returned to the meeting, following Revan who first came out.

Revan was still visible to his eyes at a distance of ten meters. The pace is very fast. Priska panted after him.

"Revan, wait." Half yelled he called, but Revan didn't budge. He still passed to the parking lot of his sports car parked in a special VIP area.

Trowels.

Trowels.

Clik.

Revan clutches the phone between the earlobes. Waiting for the one across to lift him up. "Come, Prilly. Lift it!"

Huh hello? What's up, Mister?

"Hello, Prilly, where are you?" Revan's tone sounded restless.

In the apartment, sir.

"Come out first, wait for me in the back lobby, now."

B-but, why, sir.

"No need to ask. Just wait there."

Ah, fine, Sir.

Tut

Tut's.

Tut's.

Revan disconnected the call. Tuck the phone back in the pocket. The pace is very fast. Run for the obedient girl who may have now set foot into the lobby. Meanwhile, Priska who followed him finally chose to stop. He asked many times, and asked Revan to slow down, but the man did not listen at all. As if Priska is just a bully whose existence is nothing more than an insect.

Revan, can't you look at me for a moment?

He sat down weak. Lean to the floor, while the back of both hands directly become the base of his body refutation. Tears, tears have also fallen there.

"What are you doing there?"

"Eh?" The girl was shocked, looking up slowly. Now, as Revan stood in front, the man had already reached out to help him get up. "Come, wake up!"

Revan, so you came back for me?

"What's wrong with you, it's not the Priska tears I know. Priska is not a whiny girl. So, come quickly with me, we have to continue this charade, you don't want to let your parents down either, do you?"

"Eh, um?" It's mangosteen.

This is okay too? The more we meet, the stronger the seeds of love will grow in your heart, Revan.