The Womb to the Young Master
The eps 39
The flickering atmosphere of the discotheque lamp makes the view of Priska more blurry. Already a dozen glass glasses clasped in his bare hands he sank every time it was fully filled. Alcoholic drinks are the only last resort like this. Yes, when Frustrated, the 22-year-old girl always spent her dark nights in a futile place.
Many times he was yawning and almost fell, he rested his head on the shoulder of his best friend, Dinda.
Merem melek watched dozens of women in open clothes at the back, swaying to follow the music.
"Hey, Dinda. You know, right now I'm the most horrible person," he said.
"What are you talking about, most of your drinking is so indiscriminate, Priska."
"No, I'm telling you the truth. You know, I've followed your advice to be a good young wife, but what do I get, that guy turned away from me, he betrayed me, you know who he chose?"
Dinda did not say, just looking at him pias. "Currently, you are pathetic!" He sneered in annoyance. As a friend, she was upset that her friend was too stupid, nor should Priska send Prilly into her husband's arms, which she regrets because in the end her best friend fell into a game made by herself.
"It's me, Dinda. I'm pathetic. Should I just die?" Priska's head stumbled against the wall while trying to stabilize the body. "Huh, die even though Revan doesn't care. I've been on a show but all I've done is get her closer to Prilly. I should how?"
Dinda did not say, only occasionally heard a rude snort of breath because he had to accompany a drunk woman who would later forget whatever happened that night. "Priska, we're going home now. Okay!" He put his best friend's arm on his shoulder.
"No need." Priska brushed aside weakly, making her almost fall to the floor, but quickly Dinda caught her best friend's body, sitting her roughly back on the couch. "Huh, you're stinky and heavy." He complains. "I'd better call her mom."
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Meanwhile in the apartment. Revan was done with his night shower, he headed for the kitchen room, not only had his legs rested there, the shadow of Prilly who was cooking using an apron looked sexy and seductive. He stopped, smiling faintly from afar, leaning against the wall. Even though the girl was wearing enough pajamas to cover the entire surface of the skin except the head, back of the hands and around the eyes of the feet. He also locks his hair in a knot bun shape, but either in Revan's eyes the girl always looks wrapped in thin open pajamas.
"Why stay there, sir. Come and help me make it." Prilly turned his head for a moment, then returned busy with all sorts of combat equipment and groceries he had served on the table.
"What are you doing?" Revan approaches, snatching the object from Prilly's hand. "Sit down, let me make it."
"Master, let me."
"No, just sit down. From now on you are the queen. Can't be tired one bit." He was thin, stroking the head of Prilly. Again, it made Prilly set the mood.
Unnccchhh, is this true? Very romantic young master. Lord, Pliis don't separate me from her, until at any time, I wish she was truly destined for me. The girl was moved, saying a prayer.
"What are you doing, why stand there. Sit down, your legs will ache."
"Sir, why did you take part in my duties, I should have done it, I'm your wife, since yesterday you always did the cooking, besides do you know what cooking I will make?"
Revan turned his head, emitting a hint of his arrogant aura. "You underestimated me yes, I can cook anything, you know. Without you telling me I understand."
Did ya?
"Hmm, okay. Because sir insisted, I had to sit down."
"Well, so much better, as a wife, you should have just complied." Revan looked deftly cut through the various raw materials, only at a glance turned to Prilly, he returned to focus on the menu. The fragrant aroma of the spice and spice mixture began to tickle the nose, shaking the worms in the stomach that began to wriggle.
"It's ready!" Revan prepared two medium bowls, poured them until they were almost full, put them slowly on the table.
The delicious aroma mixed with steam had rained down on Prilly's eyes and nose, almost the young pregnant girl was khilaf, devouring her a spoonful in the heat.
"Hot, hot!" He wagged his arm in front of his tongue, making Revan scramble to find water, as if he had forgotten his neighbor.
"Dough, slow down dong. It's still hot."
"Yes, sorry, sir. I can't stand to smell that delicious. I really can't wait to eat it." Prilly bowed.
"Hey, why feel so guilty?" Revan squatted down in front of Prilly who was sitting on the chair. "I'm not blaming you, you know?" Slowly the girl looked up, afraid that this time she would make a mistake.
You're really friendly with me, do you really care about me, or just because I'm pregnant with her child?
Ting. Kegs.
The sound of bell in front of the apartment door managed to make the two turn their heads. "Who's coming in at night like this?" Revan glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, there still shows at 20:15 which means just stepping on about a third of the night. "I'll open it." He patted Prilly's shoulder gently, then walked back to the girl. Made Prilly stare there with a long look.
Sir, I really still can't believe everything we're going through right now.
Deg.
Mom and dad? What are they here for?
The bolt that they emit in front of the camera looks uncomfortable, as if they want to immediately hit Revan when the position is real.
Krieet.
Revan Plan opens. He had not been able to speak to both his parents immediately rushed in.
"Where is the girl?" The cold, deadly-sounding question was immediately raised. Immediately Revan chased after those who looked absentmindedly circulating a glance, looking for something.
"Hi, what are you and Dad doing in my apartment?"
Plaque!
A slap drifting from Madam Harlem's hand landed on Revan's cheek, making Revan frown in surprise. He did not ask, only squinted his eyes, astonished by his mother's attitude. Without saying, Lady Harlem already knew for sure the contents of her son's head.
"Stupid! What are you doing?"
"What do you mean, Mother?"
"Revan." Now President Harlem is speaking. "Are you really having an affair with a country girl?"
"I'm not having an affair, she's my wife, Priska and I've agreed on this."
"What do you mean by a deal?"
"Priska agrees if I marry the girl."
Plaque!
For the second time, Revan again gets a kite attack from his father.
"Do you know what the consequences will be for the Arkandi Group because of you?"
Revan was silent, staring at their parents who were starting to stiffen. While Prilly, he walked timidly holding onto the wall. Approaching the commotion going on out there.
Mrs Harlem is beginning to notice the girl's arrival. He looked slowly with a cynical look.
"Get rid of the girl, or our company will go bankrupt."
The deg!
The statement managed to make a great beating on Revan's heart, even felt stopped for a moment. He flinched, looking slowly there is Prilly who now looks sad. Crystal threads were seen solidifying in the area of his eye patch. Just now they feel the intimacy a few minutes ago, now must all be destroyed by the greed of the relatives of the family.
"No, Mother. I don't want to!" Revan turned his face before them as he spoke out resolutely.
"Revan, don't act stupid, before it's too late, you have to end it all."
"Why, Mom, Dad! Why is! You guys keep playing with my life, what less is this sacrifice of mine? I even married a woman I didn't love just to enrich the Arkandi Group company. I'm not a doll." Piqued. Revan to cuss them harshly, his parents were even overwhelmed by the sudden change of attitude of his son.
"What did you just say? You intend to argue with us because of that girl?" ask his mother with an incredulous look.
Revan silenced, making a momentary silence for two minutes.
"He was carrying a child from me. The child who will be your grandson."
Deg.
Like being stung by electricity, immediately the blood in their parents' bodies rippled. Mistress Harlem was no longer able to hold back her emotions, hit her repeatedly on her son's back. "You're crazy, Revan. Have you gone crazy, gone too far, how much you did this to us, do you want us to go broke and fall poor, huh?" He hit a punch in a row on Revan's back, but Revan did not dodge, only a flat face was drawn there.
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