The Womb to the Young Master
The Eps 33
"There's no need to hesitate, Prilly. Wasn't it my contract that made it. So, I have the right to change it too, right? From now on I will change the contract, you all no longer work in the apartment, you can still work even if you move to the mansion. How, you also definitely still need money, right, besides you know the consequences if you dare to break the unilateral contract, right?"
"Eh?" Prilly looked up in shock. Just now that Priska was talking to him, he was very confident that the girl would give a nod immediately. A pair of Priska's eyes were already glaring, like a big threat if Prilly dared to say no. Meanwhile, Mrs Sharta waited for Prilly to give an answer. For a moment, Prilly nodded. Instantly Priska's eyeballs that were glaring instantly muffled.
Smart kid! He laughed in his heart.
"Priska's right, you shouldn't have refused. It's good that you've now received an offer from Priska." Madam Sharta agreed to her proposal. "That means, we just have to wait for the other waiter to come back."
Prilly could only be silent. No longer know what reason to propose. Malang is irresistible, while the lady of power is increasingly rampant, plunging women who are just poor helpless girls, increasingly mired into the prison created by her.
"Oh, yeah, Prilly, when's the other waitress coming back?" asked Madame Sharta who realized since they came, the other servants never showed a nose stick.
Deg.
Another waiter?
Prilly is getting worse. "Ah, about that ...."
"Yes, it's been over an hour, why haven't they come back yet?" priska asked in a thin tone, while a mouthful of her lips had gone up.
Because you're Prilly, checkmate, where there's another waiter besides you. Priska smiled at her smile. I want to know, what other reason you can play this time.
"That's it, let me call them first?"
"Yes, please!" Hurriedly Prilly got up to get away, as the only number she could call for this matter was Revan.
"Where are you going?"
Deg.
Priska's question managed to stop her steps. "I'd like to call her outside for a minute, Miss."
Shit, it seems Miss Priska wants to prank me again.
"Why should it be outside, just call here." His face was already looking very satisfied with Prilly, while Prilly was deathly pale.
Shit, how is this.
"Ahh, okay. I'll just call here."
How dare he. Is he not afraid that his skit is caught. Where is there any other servant besides him, right? Priska laughed a little.
How can I tell the young master. Should I have a show on the phone. But, what charade should I play? While Prilly's been dizzy spinning the brain, looking for a million reasons.
"Hurry up and call them, don't make us wait."
"Ah, yes, well, Miss."
Prilly's hands were already trembling, hiding the nervousness it felt really hard. He began to press the green button on a cell phone contact named young master.
Prilly pinned the phone between the ears, waiting for the one across there to pick up the call.
Clik.
Hello, Prilly, what's wrong?
"Ah, sorry, are you servants able to return now, because here is the Big Madam, and the Young Miss."
Whahuh? What are you talking about?
"Miss and Miss are waiting for you, hurry back.
Did Lady Sharta and Priska visit there?
"Yes, and he's waiting for you to come back, hurry up."
Okay, I get it, just wait in the apartment.
Tut's.
Tut's.
Tut's.
Phone ends.
May the young master really understand my code. Prilly chanted a prayer.
What is this village girl planning? Priska muttered, her face looking unhappy.
Since yesterday he has always managed to dodge my attacks. Will he succeed again this time?
"While waiting for the other servants to return, it's a good idea to pack your things first." Mrs Sharta added.
Ehh? Wh-wh-what for?
Prilly did not answer, only her eyeballs looked pushy.
"We're gonna get you moving into the mansion today. So pack up."
"But ...."
"What about the other waiters?"
"We'll bring them too. It's not like that, Mah."
"Yes, Mom always supports what's best for you."
Dag. Dugs.
Dag. Dugs.
What am I supposed to do now?
Prilly got up, headed for her room. He entered and closed it slowly, his body falling on the floor. He limp imagines what fate will befall in the future.
Slowly the girl turned on the previously dim phone screen, the only place to complain was Revan.
He called repeatedly but the one across did not pick up.
Tuout.
Tuout.
"Master, ayolaaah. Lift it!" his crying broke in the phone.
Tuut
Tuut
Shriveled. Shriveled.
The phone has weakened, a sign that the battery power must be charged.
"Oh no! The battery is weak. No" He stomped the phone over his hand. Wish his phone was just a moment's error, but everything he did was in vain, because now the phone is dimmer completely.
Tok
Tok
Tok
"Prilly, are you ready? We're leaving now."
Oh, naw!
"Yes, ma'am, I'm still packing." Prilly's tone was even raucous.
"Okay, hurry!"
Is this fate my destiny? He grimaces in the heart
A few moments later Prilly came out. One suitcase he dragged from his room.
"Hi, Prilly, what's wrong?" Madame Sharta was a little astonished when she found a sad hue in Prilly's eyes. His eyes still looked teary.
"I'm fine, Madam." Madame Sharta was still holding onto the girl's shoulder.
"Are you serious? If there's something weighing on you, just say it?"
Seeing the familiarity created in a short time, made Priska really upset.
"Well, no, he's just a waiter. Why care so much about him. It's wrong to be the son of the poor."
"Priska!" Madame Sharta was upset about her daughter's remark. "We are born as distinguished people, but that does not mean we have to be arrogant to those who are in need. Where's your ethics?"
Priska surprised. Can't believe his mother's nailing him now just because of a village girl. "Your, wicked!" His eyes glazed over, for a second he had already dashed into Revan's room. Slam that door. Quickly Madame Sharta chases, but her tight door dings make her lose fast.
Now he can only interact with his daughter from outside the door. Hope his daughter's emotions soon dampen. He realized that he had hurt his girl's feelings. Three times Lady Sharta apologized, the girl finally collapsed. Slowly he opened the door and went to see his mother.
"Priska, forgive Mama. Mamah has no intention of hurting you, it's just . We mustn't be rude to those below us."
Meanwhile, Priska still chose silence. Throw his eyes to the side. A few moments later, five foreigners who suddenly entered through the front door.
"Sorry, we're late."
All were seen toting vegetables in a shopping bag.
Who they are, doesn't Revan not have any servants here. Even I made sure I was here yesterday.
Priska gawked, looking at the four women who were putting the groceries on the floor, while their faces looked down.
Prilly is no less looking at it. How not, he just called an hour ago, and now there are four young women who are ready to claim to be servants there.
The movement of the young master was really fast.
"So now you've come. I'll explain a few things to you guys." Mrs Priska began to explain the move to them.
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