The Womb to the Young Master

Eps 32's

Prilly was nervous, not wanting to waste time hiding, quickly the girl ran towards the warehouse room. But really bad, he was not able to. Priska and Lady Sharta first entered before she could go into hiding.

Deg.

"Prily?" The voice of the call stopped his steps.

Deg.

It sounded like the voice of the angel of death, managed to make Prilly tense up to reach the lowest point of adrenaline. Slowly he looked.

Madame Sharta's face looks full of question marks, while Priska looks full of grudge smouldering.

"Why didn't you open the door for us?" ask Mrs Sharta.

Prilly was stunned for a moment. He's not mad, is he mean to me, is he?

"Prily?" he asked again because the girl did not answer.

"Ah, anu, sorry, Madam. I'm just done with my work behind." Prilly's out of her mind. I don't know what reason to lie anymore. "I think the other waiter will open." Again, he lied.

"Oh, yeah! Then where's the other waiter?"

"Eh?" Prilly rolled her eyes around. "They're not here, are they?" Pretending not to realize that now the apartment is uninhabited other than himself.

Priska. 'This kid, the better he acts.

He is infuriated by Prilly acting more and more over the limit. "What do you mean ask so, it's so strange if you ask where they went, you think we're the new ones to come here know better?"

"Ah, sorry, Miss. Looks like they came out without telling me."

"Hmm, is that it?" Priska folds both arms around the chest. "What if I guess you're just lying?"

"Aahh?" Prilly flinched, looking at him deeply, with a barely wide look, while Priska's gaze smiled cynically, she was flirting with him there.

This time you definitely can't dodge, Village Girl!

"Priska, stop. I think this girl is telling the truth. After all, a selugu girl like Prilly could probably lie." Sharta no longer continues the intimidation event, she prefers to sit and rest on the sofa after a tired journey that takes approximately one hour.

Deg.

Mamah, what the hell, why did Mamah defend him?

Priska looks upset, his desire to bring down Prilly failed.

Prilly's breath was still restrained, as if it was heavy to set it to stable. "Ah, then, let me make the young Miss and Madam drink first." Rushing Prilly took the initial action to dodge.

"No need," said Lady Sharta who looked busy, without even glancing at Prilly as she spoke.

"Eh?" Prilly throws a glance at him.

Deg.

Ahh, I hope Madam has no intentions?

"Today, Priska and I will move into the mansion, as well as Revan." He still talks while occasionally playing the device, momentarily glancing at Prilly. "I think you already know this. For this one, Priska and Revan must have told you guys long ago, right?"

Prilly's eyes widened to hear Mrs Sharta's words.

"Ah yes, Madam. We already know this."

"Good!"

"Just ...." Prilly's speech faltered.

"Yes, go on, Prilly?" added Mrs Sharta, while Priska was increasingly powerless to tear apart the girl who looked obedient but began to contradict it.

Aghh, I'm so upset that I saw this girl. The village girl.

know yourself, sycophant! He cursed harshly in the heart.

"On the move, Mr. Revan said we didn't have to go to the mansion together." Hearing him, Madam Sharta frowned.

"you mean? Priska and Revan only hired you during your stay in this apartment and don't need you to take care of the mansion anymore?"

"Gee!" Prilly nodded.

Huh huh? This girl is stupid or what, why did she choose not to come along, and instead wanted to separate from Revan? Had he given up, it would have been great if his intention had been so, meaning I didn't have to try to keep him away from Revan.

Or maybe .. he wants to be free with Revan in this apartment without me? Priska started guessing.

Yeah, looks like that's the point, I'm not gonna let that happen.

Priska's hurry interrupts. "No, Mah. I'm sure Prilly's been wrong. Although my memory has not fully recovered, but I sure do not want to let them go. I still need their services to clean up, especially the Mansion is quite large. I'll need more servants to take care of it.

"Hmm, you're so nice, honey. You are truly my generous girl, even when you forget your memories, you can still think about the fate of the servants if you lose your job. Well, they must be very happy with your decision. Isn't that right, Prilly?" For a second, he turned his gaze to the increasingly dumbfounded girl.

Deg.

What ... how do I avoid it?

"Ah, let me ask this to young master first." Suddenly Prilly got an idea.

"No need" said Priska. "Revan told me he would approve all my decisions."

Deg.

God, is this going to be the beginning of my suffering?

Prilly stiffened as she glanced towards Priska who started to smile satisfied with all her cunning efforts. He squeezed the end of the shirt he was wearing.

"Well, then, there's no need to ask anymore. From this moment on, all the servants in this apartment will move tasks to the mansion."

Prilly limp heard it. His veins seemed to weaken.

"Prilly, come here." Suddenly Madame Sharta called out to him. The girl approached slowly. "Yes, Mistress?" he asked when they were only one meter away. He's still standing there.

"Here, sit down." Madame Sharta patted the sofa beside her, making Priska frown at her mother's strange behavior.

"Well, he's just a waiter, he shouldn't be sitting next to us."

"Prisca, watch your talk, can't behave like that, however, Prilly is also human."

"Oh!" Priska throws away the view. Slowly Prilly sat on the sofa that had been patted by Mrs Sharta, now their distance is only separated by one inch.

"Yes, what's wrong, ma'am?"

Lamat Madam Sharta looked at him. "You're really pretty for the size of a waitress." He pulled out the hair that covered half of Prilly's face, linking it between the earlobes.

Did he just call me for this one compliment?

"Ah, thank you, Madam." Prilly was completely bewildered by Madam Sharta's attitude.

What's wrong with Madam, why does she look so considerate of me, is it because I'm the same age as her daughter?

"Madam, sorry, I think you've paid more attention to me."

"Really, do you feel that way?" friendly answer.

"Yes." Yeah."

Madam Sharta laughed briefly. "That's because, you have a lot of facial resemblance to my daughter. Your eyes, your nose, I've even noticed it since I first met."

"Eh?" Prilly gawked, but not with Priska immediately looking annoyed because of it. Not coming gawking, instead he stared intently full of hatred.

Mamah anything, it's good to equal me with this village girl. Of course I'm different from him. I'm much prettier. Cueh, village girl, just enjoy your momentary pleasure, please now you soar, just wait when the time comes, I will make you crumble and shatter into pieces. He swore annoyed.

"Are I really similar to young lady?" Prilly still couldn't believe what he had heard.

"Gee!" Madam Sharta nodded slowly. "More, you are too young to be a servant."

"I'll take you to the Mansion. How, you want to, right?"

Deg.

Whahuh? No, I can't go to the mansion. I don't want to.

"Sorry, Madam. But the employment contract we signed was only until Miss and young master moved into the mansion. The rest of us will go back to living each other's lives."

Miss Priska will definitely prank me all out if I take part in the mansion.