The Womb to the Young Master

Eps 43s

Warm mentari begins to welcome winter in Seoul City. The girl squirms on the mat, bends her mouth, rubs her eyes with one hand before hanging them both in the air.

Hoaaam!

A withered sigh evaporated from within his mouth. That morning Prilly woke up feeling cold in the heart. The dream of meeting the mother in sleep made her forget the events of yesterday.

He grabbed a device tucked under a pillow, glanced at the message notification coming from the husband and the employer.

Young Master, that name is still attached and stored in the call contact. He opened the message that was sent on his phone.

Prilly's my wife, honey. When you wake up, don't forget to fill your stomach. I've made you a healthy breakfast menu, so don't try to buy food out there, especially on the side of the road. Okay.

He was astonished to read the message that sounded pressing but cared about it.

Sir, I know, everything you've done to me isn't just about pressing, but because now you care.

He began to shuffle lazily from the top of the mat, slipping thin slippers on the two tiny feet, towards the bathroom room to clean himself.

Done it. There are not many activities that he can do, because now everything has been done by Revan. The last thing he could do was lie on a couch, a remote to be the head controller, many times he changed the broadcast channel on television, along with a portion of snacks accompanying solitude.

Ting. Kegs.

Bell in front jerked him.

"Who might visit here? I was tired of staying in too long

this master's apartment if there are so many distractions. Can't they just let me relax for a second?" He complained, walking straight to the front door. Glance at the visitor standing behind the scenes in front of there.

A blonde-haired girl in thin clothes was standing up, taking off her sweater and sunglasses as well as a hat, which Prilly had expected to cover up her identity. He also hung a sling bag on his wrist.

"He's Airen, isn't he, the famous artist? What's the need for him to go to Mr. Revan's apartment?" Prilly frowned alone. Ask the mind that does not give an answer.

"Wait, maybe he's looking for Miss Priska, didn't I find them fighting that day? Should I just open it and say that Miss Priska is not in the apartment?"

Cklek.

Krieet.

"Hallo, Prisca? Ehh?" The smile that was floating earlier was suddenly restrained. He was surprised when he was greeted by Prilly. "Eh, I thought you were Priska. Where's your Young Miss? You were the waiter who took her out of the elevator that time, weren't you?"

Uh, I'm tired of being called a waiter. Huh! Prilly is upset. However, keep trying to develop a friendly smile.

"Ah, yes, Miss Right! But, right now Miss Priska is not in the apartment, so come another time."

"Hmm, really?"

"Yes right! Maybe Miss Priska is busy outside, so I guess, Miss can visit her next time." Hurriedly Prilly wanted to close the door, but Airen's smooth hand held the door.

Uh, what's up?

"Wait a minute, are you seriously kicking me out?" He nodded in disbelief. "You don't know, I'm Airen, a famous actress. You seriously don't know me and want to kick me out?"

Prilly pretended to watch his face. He knows, just wants to play.

To be famous, he thought because my artist would be confusing him. Huh!

"I'm sorry, but I don't know you."

"What?" Airen's face changed pias, not believing Prilly's statement just now. While Prilly himself again quickly wanted to close the door.

"Wait, wait, wait. Okay, okay!" Due to Airen's forced hand, Prilly undoes her intention of locking the door again.

"Otherwise, Miss?"

"Okay, it's up to you to not believe me and say you don't know me, but I have the same thing about Priska. So .. let me wait for him inside, okay."

"Can't! Miss Priska didn't come home today." Quickly Prilly wants to shut it down again. Revan's apartment door was until it became a shield victim of the debate of two women there. Prilly tries hard to shut down, while Airen tries hard to open forcefully.

"OK, okay. Wait, please don't close it yet."

The request forced Prilly to open it again. This time he put on an annoyed face.

Damn, I could have been treated this way by a waiter. But it's okay, Airen, it's all for the main purpose. All right, let me lower my self-esteem and ego a little, I've spent some time here, it would be a great loss if I couldn't glean more info.

"Hmm?" Prilly coded with an eyebrow gesture and a small deheman. Which if interpreted then must be heard, let alone want you, huh?

"Ahhh, I've already come here. Don't you want to fuck me."

"Can't!"

"Sebentaaar only. Um? Please." He put on a face. Pleading with Prilly's hand, made the girl crumble.

"Oh!" Prilly took a heavy breath. "All right, just for a second."

"Ah, thank you."

"Come in."

Airen, satisfied with the girl's failure, sets foot for the first time in Revan's apartment.

Hmm, so this is the atmosphere of my dream man's apartment?

"Sit down, I'll make Miss a drink" she asked in a flat tone.

"Ah, thank you, I'll wait." He smiled broadly, a smile that was forced to look natural. After a while, Prilly returned with a cold drink. He just put it on the table.

"Thank you."

Prilly didn't say anything, just put her on the couch together quietly. Reaching the left leg above the right one, while his hand is clinging to the lap.

Growled. Airen took a deep breath, then let out a slow blow.

Patience Airen, this is just a game of time, just wait when it's time for me to meet Revan. I'd squared off his disrespectful attitude, so Revan would fire a disrespectful waitress like her.

A pair of Airen's eyes implied his dislike of Prilly, but the girl was not stupid, she understood those dislikeful eyes. Quickly he took action by asking directly the purpose of Airen.

"Hmm, so just be direct, what Miss would like to discuss with me here. Because I don't have much time for strangers.

Damn it, the louder he said I was a stranger. Huh, patient Airen, patient ....

"Ah, you're apparently the impatient kind of woman."

"Hurry up and say, don't talk too much."

"Ah okay. So look, since Miss Priska doesn't exist, and I happen to have made an appointment with her, would you take her place to come with me somewhere?" He's lying.

This woman has gone too far. I'll just work on it.

"Sorry, I can't. If the agreement is made with Miss Priska, then just wait for the person. Do it with him, not with me." Not wanting to lose when it comes to lying, Prilly launches into the same lie.

"But .. Are you the servant?"

Deg.

Enough, arrogant woman! I'm not a waitress. Agggh.

"It just can't! Besides Miss Priska has entrusted me to guard the apartment, I can't leave this place."

"Come on, just for a second. Or if I need to call Miss Priska for her approval. I don't think he'll resist."

Damn it, what game is this Miss bringing? Does he really have any business with Miss Priska? Or maybe you want to prank me?

"No need, I won't be coming either."

Damn, this woman turned out to be hard-hearted as well.

"Ah, actually, just before stopping by here, I had a chance to meet with Mrs Sharta, she said she wanted me to take her daughter out, ah if only I really met Miss Priska."

No, he's lying. For what Mrs Sharta was looking for her daughter, had not her daughter been there with her. Fucking liar.

"Sorry, Miss. Your time is up. Please come back another time when Miss Priska is in the apartment." Prilly began to get up, both of her hands hidden in the side pajama pouch she was wearing.

Whahuh? He's evicting. Ahh, this girl pisses me off. I'm gonna find a way to get her out of this apartment. You self-destructive servant, you should be aware of your limits. He grieves in the heart.

"All right, I'm leaving. Thanks for the dinner today." He rose with a broken heart. All the way to the front door, no stopping grumbling. Now his steps managed to rest on the outside, but suddenly he turned back to face Prilly.

"Ahh, I want to ask you something."

"Yes, please."

"You .. have Revan's number?"

Deg.

Whahuh? Revan's Number? Ih itchy once he, he will know the young master is married.

"You may know, why did Miss ask for the young master's number?"

"Ah, no. I just want to do business with him. Don't misunderstand me, not for personal matters."

Hmm, how is this, should I give him the number of the young master?

Prilly was silent for a moment, still thinking between giving or not.

"Hi!" He waved right in front of Prilly's suddenly dreamy face. "How, you have it?" The tone is friendly. Prilly stared at him briefly, then began to open the locksreen on the screen of his phone, briefly staring at the number Revan listed by the name of the young master.

Giving Revan's number to this liar, he thinks I'm stupid.

Unintentionally, Prilly's view turned to the number of young miss aka Priska who was also plastered in contact. Suddenly a crazy idea came to his head.

"Ah, okay. Record it immediately!" his orders.

"okay!"

Prilly started mentioning some phone numbers on Airen. With a burning spirit Airen kept it in contact.

Foolish, let me quote! Airen muttered mischievously in heart.

"Oh yes, later do not immediately call him by the name of Revan, yes!"

"Hm?" Airen frowned not understanding.

"Ah, that .. young master doesn't like foreign numbers, just say if you are me, so young master will definitely reply to the message from Miss."

Whahuh? He asked me to confess to being him in front of Revan. Huh, of course I don't want to, but if that's all right. I'll try. Stupid jerk.

"Ah, it turns out you're very nice, yes. Thank you for all your advice, as well as for the number."

"Together" said the powerless Prilly who wanted to let off laughter.

"All right, I'll go first. Give my regards to Priska."

"Good, Miss. I'll tell you."

Prilly stared fixedly at the departure of the talented artist who started wearing back all sorts of disguise complementary clothes earlier.