The Womb to the Young Master
The Eps 29
The silent atmosphere began to wrap the two girls. Prilly was still silent, confused, where to start the conversation.
"Miss," he called out, he turned around, turning his body to face Priska, and a sharp tinge of Priska's gaze fell upon him.
"Eh?" Prilly was a little surprised to find that scary look. The cynical smile did not even escape Priska attach, making Prilly a little suspicious.
Strange, is not Miss Priska amnesia, why her gaze is still the same as before forgetting the memory, what if it has been embedded arrogant attitude, will be arrogant even though her brain is unstable. Really weird ....
"When's Revan coming home?" Priska asked briefly followed by a tone of judes.
"Ahh, maybe around the clock again," answered Prilly still trying to be friendly.
Suddenly Priska got up, being in an apartment with Prilly made her feel sultry. "What is the passcode for this apartment door?" Priska lured him to tell.
It turns out that it's also good that I'm pretending amnesia. In this way, this fool would definitely not be able to refuse to answer. He said that I was living in this apartment, and I forgot my memory because of amnesia. Ahaha, this brain sometimes likes to be smart too .... He pried in his heart.
Prilly was silent for a moment. Gawat, I don't want to have to give him the code of this apartment. Huffhh, I hope you're not angry when you find out.
"Woy, how are you quiet?"
"Ah, yes, the code is 763342," replied the girl gasped after getting a snapshot.
Sir, I'm sorry .... Now, his mind can only grimace.
Priska smiled with satisfaction, as if to show that she always held the winning record in terms of competition, while Prilly could only grumble sadly.
"Ah, while waiting for my husband to come home, I want to find some cool air first."
"Eh?" Prilly was shocked, spontaneously looked up. "Let me accompany Miss if you want to go out?"
What, accompanying me? Chees.
"No need, I can do it myself!"
"But, Miss's amnesia isn't it still recovering, what if Miss gets lost?" The question with a judgment tone made Priska upset, said the amnesia casually thrown out already sounded like insults.
"Whatdidyou say? Hey, I'm just amnesia, not turning into a stupid human being, just going around the apartment, I can definitely go back home." He snorted annoyed.
Duuh, I think if amnesia, the nature of people will change, it turns out that the story is only in the film, the reality is this woman is still fierce even though her brain is not stable
Prilly chose silence, because denying was tantamount to extending the annoying rant from Miss Priska.
"OK, don't forget to prepare me a nice meal when I get back. Remember, don't don't make it, I'll be back in 30 minutes." His words were like the Queen's.
What, what the hell order is this?
Prilly breathed a rough breath. Ah, luckily the young master had already cooked the porridge, I think it tasted quite good, do I just give it, hopefully miss likes.
"Good, Miss. Be careful."
The attention that Prilly gave her did not necessarily make Priska sympathize, quickly she passed without looking. For him, Prilly was nothing more than a beggar who was lucky to meet him.
Cheih, pay attention to me. Just look at what I'm going to do later, can you still talk so soft-spoken? gerrutu annoyed.
Priska has successfully climbed the outside area, and went straight to the elevator to get to the ground floor.
"How can I be there if I'm alone with a country girl in the apartment, cih, there I'll go crazy."
He stood in front of the elevator, waiting for the door to open. His fingers are playing the device. Chat to Dinda his best friend. Sometimes he laughs.
Ting.
The elevator stopped on the tenth floor, right where it stood, slowly the stenless door opened. He entered, still faithful staring at his cellphone. A giggling laugh escaped his lips.
"Don't that Young Miss of the Sharta family have amnesia, huh?"
The voice of the girl who suddenly spoke next to him managed to break the chain of laughter Priska who had previously drifted non-stop. He was surprised, looking.
The figure of Airen folding his hands on his chest, with a cynical smile glancing towards him, three fellow fellow artists were even seen crowded into the medium-sized elevator room. They laugh at Priska.
"Sadly, I never thought I'd meet a bunch of loser women here, who would even snatch my ex for failing to get my husband."
"Damn it, are you insulting me, you think you're perfect?" He sneered. "Huh, the real loser wasn't me, but you. Look how sad, so he wants to be an artist because he always fails to debut, you get to act in the real world. Pretend amnesia, cih, stale!"
The expression of that fact was already like a loud slap. Priska starts to get emotional, getting insulted like that it feels more frustrating than meeting Prilly. "How dare you tell me?" He even forgot that now his opponent was not worth it, Priska desperately clenched her hands, ready to beat them.
"Why, ha? What do you want anyway?" All three of his friends were seen advancing, all folding their arms around Priska in the chest. But the girl did not hesitate even though she was being mobbed, for a second she had already slashed her hand over Airen's hair, snapping it as hard as possible, but the top artist did not want to lose, he said, he pulled Priska's hair back until a fierce battle broke out.
Mutual blasphemy and cacimaki was not even enough to enliven the atmosphere in the elevator, the three friends Airen had tried to stop them, but still failed, failed, his second hand was like polished glue until tightly glued difficult to remove.
"Airen stop, what if the elevator opens and you're caught on camera a reporter fighting?"
"Aireen, ayolaah." It was heavy when his three best friends tried to break up. The two are very sticky like conjoined twins.
Ting.
The elevator door opened again, it turned out that before one of Airen's friends had pressed the hold button, so that since the beginning of Priska entered, the elevator was still stuck on the tenth floor.
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Meanwhile, moments after Priska came out, Prilly began to busy herself, heating the soup made by the young master to give Priska.
"Huh, it's exhausting, when I just rested, and now because of the arrival of the lady, I have to do activities again." Prilly complained thinly.
"When you told me not to do heavy activities, but if this is the case, what can I do, huh forced me to break the young master's orders." Again, he sighed softly.
The explosive sound of the boiling porridge was already clearly heard. Prilly opened the cover of the pot to check it out. Using a small centong he tasted it.
"Hmm, why does it feel less like this, it seems like just now when I ate it felt quite fitting." He tried to taste again. "That's right, it feels like there's less. Looks like a little sesame oil should be added.
The girl started to open a storage cabinet of all kinds of herbs and spices, but really coincidentally, the spices she was looking for were not found there. Only a bottle of sesame oil was empty.
"out?" He twisted it, not even a drop fell into the soup pot. "Huh, looks like I should buy it to the supermarket." The girl glanced at the clock hanging on the wall in the kitchen room.
"The time I need is 15 minutes, still time." He mutters. Rushing Prilly out to go to the supermarket which was right in front of the apartment.
He stood in front of the elevator, pressed the button, then a second later a shocking sight filled the room of Prilly's vision. He slid for a moment. While the five women in the elevator were more astonished to find Prilly who is now the main camera for the fierce battle.
"Miss Priska?"
Two pairs of hands from Priska and Airen still hang on the heads of their respective opponents. Realizing being watched in plain sight, they spontaneously took off at the same time.
"Miss?" Prilly called him back.
"Prilly, help me, these people want to bully me, I don't know what I'm doing to them!" Priska ran over, walked over and pretended to cry on Prilly's shoulder.
What the hell's going on? Is that Miss Airen, the famous artist who used to tease Mr Revan every day? why did he fight with Miss Priska.
"Who are you?" asked Airen, the famous artist and his three friends were still in the elevator, one of his friends again pressed the hold button so that the elevator door was always open.
"I'm Prilly, Miss Priska's servant."
"Oh, what a coincidence."
"I'm sorry if my lady is troubling you, Miss Priska is having amnesia half-memory, so please forgive her for all her bad actions." Prilly lowered her small head.
"Oh, it's appropriate that his attitude is like an insane person, it turns out he's amnesiac." He glanced, squinting his eyes as he spoke. "Other times, please take care of the nonanya so as not to be separated and unsettling other residents." Satisfied with sneering, they closed the elevator door by pressing the ground floor button, while the laughter was still echoing, gradually starting to fade and disappear.
Prilly turned to Priska, now gone was the face of the past, changed with a face of arrogance, staring cynically at Prilly. For a second he turned around, turning his steps towards Revan's apartment room.
Something strange, what happened between them, rather what happened to Miss? It seems Miss Priska knows him clearly, this is not like the nature of an amnesiac, suspicious person.
Connect ....
One more chapter will soon follow, pray quickly.
