The Womb to the Young Master

Eps 52's

"I'm sorry Mom, I'm sorry." Yoona said 2 apologies. The guilt on his daughter made the foundation pole he built no longer solid. His hope began to crumble, gone was already a shadow of future survival.

Priska sat down, a pale face like meeting a grim reaper pictured there. He could not resist the vibrations on his lips.

Prilly, why should he, among a million men in the world, why should that woman, the woman who not only snatched my husband, she also would be the bearer of my future happiness.

Priska. His eyes stared straight ahead without blinking, as his mother pleased, covering his face as if he could no longer be heard.

It's totally out of reason. I can't believe what I'm going through, it all looks like a novel. This doesn't make any sense. I wish I woke up in the morning, and everything was back to normal, back to the day I never met that village girl.

There was no sound at night, other than Yoona's cries and the gusts of wind that sent the curtains waving between the windows. The window is the only access to escape, but now it is closed by a new Tralis installed this afternoon.

They drift in each other's minds. Yoona was as excited, but not with Priska, instead there were no tears running down her cheeks. As if drying up along with the intense burden of problems they face lately.

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Sharta and some of her aides have arrived at the location she believes is where her daughter Prilly lives. They parked the vehicle 50 meters away from the surveillance location.

"You sure this is the place?" Sharta asked, she lowered her head slightly out the car glass, between believe and not, while her chest was pounding violently, imagining the face of the princess who was definitely difficult to recognize, he said, prilly's departure lasted 15 years.

"Yes, Sir. This location. Do you want us to go there now?"

Sharta was silent, there was a memory that came to her head, but it was difficult to remember the details.

Seeing Sharta's face that exuded an unusual look, the aide asked. "What's up, Mister?"

"Either. I feel like I'm no stranger to this apartment."

"Of course, sir is no stranger. Isn't this also the apartment inhabited by your son-in-law?"

"really? Good though. Then do you know Revan's apartment number?"

"No, Mister. I only know that Young Master Revan lives in this apartment."

"Alright, I'll try to contact him. In the meantime, pick up my daughter right now."

"Good, Sir. Do you want to come?"

"Ah, no. I'll just wait here for you."

"alright. Then we'll be there soon."

"Eum!" Sharta nodded. Which means he agreed to his adjutant's request. While they begin to move towards Prilly's residence, Sharta chooses to try contacting Revan.

His hands started to get busy, looking for Revan's number in the phone contact, and directly pressing the green icon to contact.

The call came in, but not immediately raised, until a moment heard a tone across that raised it.

Clik.

[Hello, Mister. What's calling me? Sorry I'm on my way.]

"Ah, no. Incidentally, there's something I'm doing around the elite apartment, the place where you live."

[Oh, really, sir. Where is your current position?]

"I was waiting for my right handmen to work within 50 meters of the apartment."

[I wonder if I happen to be on my way to the apartment. Maybe in about 15 minutes I'll be there.]

"Alright, then, I'll wait."

Clik.

The call ended, as Sharta waited for Revan under the streetlight, in the car.

15 Minutes passed, a sports car with a closed tub seemed to approach, then stop right next to the car in which the owner of the Sharta Group company was in residence.

Slowly he opened the glass on the side to say hello, as well as Sharta, he did the same. Revan momentarily came out. The car's door leaf rang out as it closed rapidly. Sharta who also started to get out of her warm vehicle.

Cold started attacking their skin, it felt quite biting.

"Good night, sir."

"Night, Revan."

The warm conversation has just begun.

"What brought you here?"

"No, just a small business." Sharta lied. The matter of picking up his daughter is not a public secret, so he does not want any parties to know.

"Emm, so."

"You alone, where's your wife?"

"Ah, Prilly, huh?"

Deg.

Hearing that, the instant Sharta's heart thumped. He recalled the conversation that had taken place between them a week ago. At that time Revan said that his mistress' wife was named Prilly. For some reason, a coincidence that hardly makes sense. He was picking up his daughter Prilly, who was a waitress in the same apartment building as his son-in-law. Making Sharta shudder, he stared cynically at Revan.

"What's wrong?" revan asked confused.

"none. Where's your wife?" Sharta's tone as she spoke now began to sound cold, as cold as the winter of that night.

"He's in our new house."

"Sorry, please don't offend him by saying mistress. To me, Prilly is number one. Even though I can't introduce him to the public yet."

"Hmm okay. I'm sorry if I offended you, if that means you don't live in this apartment, then what are you here for?"

"We just moved out tonight, so there's still some paperwork I want to bring along."

"Hmm, so yeah."

"Yes, that's it."

Their conversation was not over when suddenly there was an aide who had gone to pick up Sharta's daughter in the 10th floor apartment. He seemed overwhelmed, running quickly to get to Sharta, making the pair of sons-in-law and in-laws look in wonder at him.

"Tu-Master." He's still stuck. Slightly lowered, linking the back of the hand over the leg joints.

"What's wrong, why do you look so rushed?" Sharta was surprised by him.

"Your daughter ...." He's still trying to catch his breath."

Revan immediately frowned. Instantly Priska's face appeared in her shadow. It didn't occur in her mind that the princess Sharta was referring to was Prilly. Revan finally listened.

"Yes, what's wrong with him, say quick!"

"He .. just moved."

Deg.

Sharta. Revan started to think hard.

Moving out? Princess Lord Sharta? From this apartment, what does that mean? That's how Revan thought.

While Sharta, various speculations sprung up in her head. How not, just now his son-in-law said that he and his mistress wife who is also named Prilly moved out of the apartment tonight.

"You know where that guy moved. And who told you that he moved?"

"That .. earlier I tried to press the bell many times, but there was no reason, until accidentally I met the officer who was on guard, he said the owner of the apartment moved.

Deg.

Revan began to feel that the direction of this conversation was like referring to him.

"Dry!" Sharta asked the aide to whisper nearby. Making Revan who was standing back there even more curious.

The snowfall was still stable, but the cold had started to make their lips bluish.

"Yes, sir." The adjutant approached, speaking with a slight bow, right facing one inch under the head of Sharta.

"Have you investigated the name of the owner of the apartment?"

"Yes, Sir. I asked at the reception on the ground floor. He's named Revano Aldrian" he said. "Geeh!" The adjutant gasped in shock, only to realize that the man named Revan was the only son of Arkandi Group, the son-in-law of the Sharta Group family. Even more surprising, the man named Revan was standing behind the President of Sharta.

Like being hit by a godam, Sharta felt hit hard. How not, the memory recording a week ago about his conversation with Revan immediately played automatically in his mind. Revan's remark that the mistress' wife was pregnant immediately mengiang.

That means, Revan has got my daughter Prilly pregnant with her child. His eyes were still faithfully wide there.

Slowly Sharta turned her head, her gaze sharply thrusting into Revan's face, making Revan shudder. From the glare of Revan's eyes implied a question, what and why?

Sharta approached in quick motion, throwing a punch at Revan's face, making Revan almost fall. "Hey! What's going on?" Revan was surprised to get an impromptu attack.

Instead of responding to the question, Sharta actually returned to throw a tantrum to Revan's face. "Brengsw*k!" He clenched his hand, launching right into Revan's face. But quickly Revan fended it off.

"Master, control yourself!" Revan was still trying to stabilize Sharta's emotions, while enduring a powerful blow with his hand. Not to deny he was also trying to defend himself from the attack of a big man with the age of half a century.

A tough duel happened there. The fight continued, while their chatter was also unbroken.

"Sir, control yourself, what happened to you?"

"Say! How long have you been after her?"

The strength of both is balanced.

"I don't understand what you mean!" revan is still trying to contain Sharta's attack.

"You're good at quibbling apparently" Sharta said.

"Aggghhhh!" Revan tried to push, until he managed to stand firm again, with a position that was still on standby to fight. "I don't understand what you mean!"

Sharta who had fallen was now up, she seemed to clean her body from the snow attached.

"You must have deliberately tied her to the wedding, right, because you know she's my daughter?"

"What do you mean, did you say Prilly my wife is your daughter, cih!" Revan until squealing. Sharta looked at him more and more.

"I don't think you're really sneaky, Revan. You must have a purpose when you marry him. You know she's my daughter, you play with her feelings in order to trap her into your arms, and then you and your father will have fun destroying me because now my beloved daughter is in your hands."

Revan's eyes widened, he was surprised to hear the revelation.

"It looks like you're wrong, Prilly's not your daughter, she has a father who's now suffering a stroke."

"You know nothing of my mass, you have no right to say anything beyond your limits."

"I should have suspected you, sir. What do you mean by admitting that your daughter Prilly, didn't you say your daughter was dead, did you have any other purpose?"

Hearing that, the instant Sharta's emotions burst forth, she quickly grabbed the collar on Revan's shirt. "You ...." Sharta glared at padaya. "Are you provoking my anger, do you want to be blacklisted by my enemies?" He took off while slightly pushing Revan's body, but Revan did not falter. The man still looks solid standing there. Fixing the position of the collar of the shirt that had been slummed due to the Sharta attack.

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