The Womb to the Young Master

The Eps 45

From Airen's residence in his apartment.

That girl can't cover her happiness. Her insanity grew when she thought that the number Prilly gave was Revan's number.

He was already sitting on the lip of the bed, while continuing to stare at the mobile phone screen. Prince Revan's name he set in contact, even though the number contained in it was purely Priska's.

"Where should I start?" He repeatedly searched for the right word to start a conversation in the chat world.

"Say what, huh? Is that true what the waiter said?" For a moment, Airen recalled the conversation that took place between herself and Prilly before moving out of Revan's apartment.

Yes, Miss just tell me if Miss is me, then Master will not ignore Miss. And one more .. Miss, don't be surprised if the reply is a little harsh, because Mr. Revan is always rude to me.

The girl's words pouted for a moment in Airen's mind.

"Ah, do I have to pretend to be that waitress, huh. What if Revan finds out I called him?" Between worrying, doubting, and believing in Prilly's words, Airen hurls her body into the bed. Still faithful looking at the contact phone number named prince that he thought Revan was. Long enough, finally he could not control himself hold back longer if just staring, Airen finally decided to follow Prilly's advice.

"Ah, I'd better follow the servant's advice."

He started sending some messages to Priska's number.

Afternoon, Mr. Revan. This is Prilly.

He began to send it, his eyes continued to stare at the message that had got the 2 tick. Nervous, Airen turned around, buried his face in a pillow, waiting for his phone to shake.

Drrv!

One notif shakes there, quickly, though nervous and excited he immediately grabbed the phone, and read the contents of the reply.

Whatdoyouwant?

"Huh, it turns out the waiter was right, he was fierce!"

Sorry to bother you, sir. But can you meet me now? There's something I want to talk about.

Clik.

He sent.

After a few seconds, three dots there swayed, then back a notification vibrating the phone that had been tightly grasped.

All right, where do you want to meet me?

Airen surprised. He couldn't believe he could fool Revan so easily. It turned out that it was also good that I followed the servant's advice.

How about at Cafe The Lounge, sir?

The Lounge, all right, when?

Today, can you?

Can you, what time?

Deg.

"What, is it really that easy to meet with Revan in person. Oh Revankuu?" Airen is so happy to get a reply from Priska that he thinks Revan. He threw his body into the mattress, rolled for a while and then again grabbed the phone, reply to a chat message from Priska.

1 Hour ahead. I'll wait for you there.

Okay, next 1 hour I'll be there too.

Airen until hysterically reading the reply. I can't believe that meeting Revan wasn't difficult. Okay, Revan. Wait coming!

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Meanwhile, at the Sharta family residence.

Prisca's feigning amnesia is revealed by her father, Sharta. He got angry and scolded, but his daughter didn't care. When her father screamed a grievance in her heart, Priska left her in the room and threw a slam at the door.

"Expiritual, totally useless!"

"Fuck, enough! Why don't Papah find out why Priska pretended to be amnesiac. He didn't do it for no reason either."

"For what reason do people deceive their families. Lying to his family. Do you have any idea how embarrassed I would be if the Harlem family found out first about his lies. Moreover, this amnesia news spread to the public. Then at mna I have to put my face?"

Priska did not care about the debate out there, the problems she faced made her choose to laze in the room, making Sharta even more sick of seeing the spoiled behavior of the girl. his argument with Yoona out there didn't leave Priska touched. He doesn't care about his father's babble that asks Yoona to educate him to be a more useful girl.

"For what he went to school abroad, if it ended up just being idle like that in the room. I've spent a lot of money on her education, did she major in trickery, huh?"

"Enough, Pah! He's also young, let him enjoy his youth."

"Still young you say, young be your reason to defend him, cover up his guilt."

Priska began to not be strong to hear the debate, he covered both ears with a pillow, until his phone lit up. A message notification touched him.

"New number, who?" Curious, Priska opened it

Afternoon, Mr. Revan. This is Prilly.

Deg.

"Eh, was Prilly really wrong to send a message, hmm .. what did she want to talk to Revan about?"

Whatdoyouwant? Still feeling upset when reading Prilly's name, making him unable to control himself.

"Gosh, why am I giving it back so rudely. I should've pretended to be Revan, so I could tell you what the village boy's goal is."

Sorry to bother you, sir. But can you meet me now? There's something I want to talk about.

"Prilly wants to see Revan?" There is a fiery petty spirit in his mind, knowing now that Prilly wants to meet Revan who turns out to be his.

"It's my chance to get back at him, if I can't meet him in the apartment, then it's better to just get back at him outside." Priska's cunning laughter even sounded echoing.

All right, where do you want to meet me?

Quickly Priska took action. With a small smile, he laughed.

How about at Cafe The Lounge, sir?

"Oh, this village apparently wants to feel the sensation of a classy cafe yes, pity! All right I'll give you."

The Lounge, all right, when?

Again, his sly laughter was sticking out in the lip area.

Drr!

Today, can you?

Can you, what time?

Drr!

1 Hour ahead. I'll wait for you there.

"1 hour? Ah can I leave the house in this short time, ah let's hope my parents' debate ends soon."

Okay, next 1 hour I'll be there too. Quick reply Prilly.

"I have to be ready, whatever happens I have to meet the village in the cafe. I'll make a decision on the contract. I'll give you the gift for free, as long as he takes Revan off. Doesn't he need a house. I'm sure he won't dare to refuse."

After getting ready, Priska slid out of her room. His gaze swept around, no longer the figure of his parents. But the guards looked on guard up ahead.

Damn, papah used a bodyguard to stop me.

Nekat, Priska approached the door guarded by two bodyguards.

"So get out, I'm gonna go through." Priska flicked her hand, not spared with her haughty style.

"Sorry, Miss. Sir said Miss can't go anywhere."

Deg.

The girl glared at them. "What do you say, you want to fight me?"

"No, Miss. We're just following the orders of the Great Lord."

Damnit damnit! Looks like it's gonna be tough.

"I can't believe it. Move aside, don't get in my way!"

"Sorry, Miss. We are ready to die if necessary, we will still not open the way even if Miss forces even once."

"You guys!" Priska pointed to their faces furiously. But still the faces of the guards look flat, snapping Priska is like a meow for them. "Agdhh!" Priska's not upset. Then back to his room.

He slammed into the bed, staring at the sky. "Huh, bodyguards suck. Just watch out, I'll get them fired!" his gerrick.

A glance of his eyes threw towards the open glass window. There's no trallic iron closing in there. Only, Priska's room is on the 2nd floor.

"Did I go down through the window."

Slowly he got up, approaching the window of the room. He looked down, enough to make goosebumps to get out through the path.

"Okay, this seems to be my only access!"

Priska collects some clothes for her to connect, and will be used as a rope down the window.

there's still one more