The Womb to the Young Master

The Eps 30

Prilly follows Priska who first steps into the apartment. Arriving, the arrogant lady slammed her body onto the sofa.

"Have you prepared a meal for me?" He spoke without staring, his fingers were engrossed in playing the device.

Uh, that sucks. Just wait until the young master comes, let's see, will it be me or Miss who will excel in his eyes later? I hope the young master will immediately kick Miss out of this apartment.

Prilly swore in his heart. He was sure that now the young master had started to side with him.

Just a few minutes, Prilly. Just a few minutes to be patient.

"Already, Miss. I'll get it for you."

"Good, hurry up." This time Prilly chose to obey. In just a short time, he returned with a tray and a bowl of porridge. The girl placed it on the table in front of the lady who was lying together.

"What's that?" He asked without looking first.

"Please see for yourself."

"Heh, I asked, is it hard for you to answer." He glanced at Prilly, he should also be able to peek at the food menu that Prilly brought him.

"That's, porridge, Miss."

"Porridge?" He got up, stirred it briefly and took it off. "What the hell, you gave me a treat, porridge!"

Prilly began to grow angry, the attitude of the young lady was increasingly intolerable. "Miss!' he snapped, and managed to make Priska aghast.

"Did you just yell at me?"

"Yes!"

"God, how dare you."

"I'm sorry, but it looks like I caught the stench of the charade about Miss' amnesia."

Priska was speechless, she was surprised, how could Prilly guess it so easily."

"What do you mean."

"Stop pretending, Miss. I'm a poor girl, but that doesn't mean I'm stupid. Didn't I just see Miss fighting with Miss Airen, it's weird that Miss is forgetting her memories, but still fighting with people she shouldn't know."

Prilly's conversation managed to shake Priska's laughter. "Hahaha, great. You're smart, too."

Prilly was still silent, her hands clenched tightly. "I know, from the beginning Miss must have planned all this, so that Miss can easily bully me, but sorry, I'm not that weak, Miss."

"Keep, what do you want? Complain to Revan?"

"Yes, of course, I will complain about Miss's lies to the young master."

Priska's gulp laugh is getting louder. Even to the point of shedding a few tears, slowly he rubbed it. "You think I'm gonna be scared. Huh uh?"

Prilly chose silence, this time he could not guess the character of his young lady.

What was he thinking, why did he not look daunted by my threat at all?

"Hey, Prilly, did you forget about your father who had the stroke, you forgot who is now looking after him?"

Deg.

Ah, yes, my father, why can I forget this?

"I can take his life away at any time, can't I? After all, who cares about the parents of the disease, dying even if there will be no one to investigate." He spoke without looking at Prilly, playing with his clenched nails. Then back to a quick glance.

What, he's so cruel, so he's starting to exploit my weakness for this situation. Agghhc ....

"Hows it? Are you sure you still want to complain?" He spoke, slightly turning his lips to make a cynical smile.

"Miss is really outrageous."

"Hmm, me?" He pointed at himself with his own hands.

"Yes, wasn't it that from the beginning of the agreement we were just giving a baby branch to you from the seed of the young master, why now Miss is treating me like a servant, this is not in agreement."

Prilly's speech managed to change the mimic of Priska, the originally relaxed look now look furious, his breathing began to roar violently, like a balloon filled with hot oxygen and ready to explode.

"Why do you think I'm like this, huh? It's all because of you, didn't I tell you to never expect more than just your mom, but look what you're doing now?" He cursed rough. "You mischievously disturbed my husband, wanting to seize him. I should have been mad at you from the start!"

Deg.

Prilly fell silent.

Young miss is right, I've taken Revan from her, it's all my fault.

"Just be quiet now, are you now aware of your mistake?"

Prilly was still silent for a moment.

"I'm sorry, Miss, but don't you realize, young master turned to Miss because of Miss's attitude as well. If Miss really loves him, why bother using the services of a loan from someone else's womb, even though Miss herself can give it."

"Heh, are you now beginning to dare to lecture me, listen yes, whatever I do is my right, because I am a child of a distinguished family, I am free to do whatever I want, and you ... you shouldn't have spoken to me." He curses, pointing right at Prilly's face.

"If you feel cornered by my attitude, it's your own fault for being born poor, and that you can't do much. Don't expect much, let alone dream of being Revan's wife. Because you're gonna get dumped someday, you know."

Deg.

All of this cornered Prilly, who felt he was in the deepest corner of the black hole.

Whahuh? Is it true what Miss Priska said? Is it true that the young master will also dump me?

Priska is back on the couch, also playing the device in her hand. "Hurry up, make me some new food, you think I'm a baby with porridge." He sneered.

Kriee.

Both of them were shocked, suddenly someone opened the front door. Their pair of eyes instantly grabbed the door that started to move sluggishly. A second later, Revan's figure instantly crowded their gaze.

Prilly fell silent, while Priska immediately ran to greet him.

"Hi, my dear husband, you've come home, I've been waiting for you ever since." He spoke with a smile.

Revan frowned when Priska was right in his arms. He glanced at her at a glance and threw a glance forward to see Prilly. The girl looked down a little. Revan forced Priska's body out of his presence so that he could find a way.

"Surge!" emphatically.

Deg.

What, he got rid of me?

Priska turned around, looking like Revan was approaching the girl.

"Darling, I'm here, why are you ignoring me for the sake of that servant?"

Revan and Prilly looked at him. "What do you say, waiter?" revan Sentak.

"Yes, he's our servant, right?" His smile looks bitter.

"No, it's delicious. She's my wife!"

Deg.

Eh? Wife, what the fuck?

"But I'm your wife!"

"Yes, you are my wife, but Prilly is my wife."

"What?" Priska was surprised, she did not believe Revan's statement just now. What an extraordinary thing.

"I'm going to ask this of our parents, to confirm the truth."

"For what, didn't you send it to me, you asked me to get her because you didn't want to get pregnant, this is the deal we made behind the parents' knowledge, you know?"

"But, Honey ...."

"Yes, I know, you can't remember it because of amnesia, that's it."

Revan embraces Prilly to make the girl tough. Revan knows, Priska must have done it.

Aghhh, upset, the deal wasn't that, I never asked you to make Prilly your wife too, you took advantage of my weakness, Revan!

Priska clenched her hands tightly, trying to withstand the turmoil in the chest. Revan looked a little bitterly laughing. Then start to take your eyes off.

Unintentionally, Revan's eyes caught a bowl of warm porridge on the table. He glanced at his girl, Prilly. "You're gonna eat that porridge?"

"No, Revan, it was for me, he made it." Priska. Pointing at Prilly.

Since you're Prilly, Revan will definitely be mad at you this time, since you've already prepared that classless meal for me.

"Oh, huh? Prilly brought it for you?"

Priska's pair of eyes looked glazed over, nodding slowly, as if she had already been zolimized. "It's too bad for him, how could he give me such a classless meal, what if I get sick from it?"

Revan has no power not to frown. "What did you say? Can that food make you sick?"

Uh, what's wrong with him? Why so angry? Isn't that what I said?

"Why, I didn't say anything wrong, did I?"

"Of course it's wrong, how can you say that food makes you sick. Do you know for sure what ingredients are contained in it?"

"I don't know, but I'm sure so" said Priska. 'May I not speak wrongly.

"Currently, if you don't like it, why don't you cook yourself."

"Me?" He pointed at himself. "Come on, honey, don't joke, I can cook."

"Cih, then don't insult my cooking."

Deg.

What say? That porridge was made? Priska. Shit, is he lying to me again?

Their debate makes Prilly awkward. The girl almost died a flea.

"Dear." Revan stroked his shoulders slowly. "Since this morning I haven't had breakfast, please bring me a bowl, yeah."

"Em, fine, sir." Prilly nodded.

"Prilly, wait." Revan's call stopped Prilly. "Please take Miss Priska to her room. He's not recovered yet, let him rest."

"Ah, fine, Mister."

Prilly chose to obey Revan's orders, with a full circle of confidence, he approached Priska. Take that miss's arm. "Come, miss, let me take you to your room."

Quickly Priska brushed it off. "No need, I can do it myself." No more smiles and sagging spoiled, with a raging heart, he sauntered towards Revan's room. The girl then walked in, slammed the door.

BAAAM.