Young Master's Beautiful Wife
Chapter 12
“K-we're here to find Zoya! We have a group assignment with her.” sambar Gerald fast, he does not want to make things worse.
“Cish, that s1al4n kid is gone from this house!” sahut Widia's.
“What do you mean?”
“She is married!”
“A-WHAT?” Xien and Gerald were both strangled at the moment Widia said just that.
“Yes, she is married to a very wealthy young man who rules this area. Thanks to him, Alexander's family became richer than before!” widia concluded with her laugh.
“Who is the young man's name!?”
“Marcel.”
Either intentionally cover it up or Marcel ordered it, so that Widia kept her surname a secret, I don't know.
“Now where is our friend?” now it was Xien's turn to ask.
“We won't tell you!”
Xien stomped one leg and started wearing a helmet, he took off his bike and followed by Gerald.
“Zoya, why do you have to lie to us?” muttered Xien, his tears just shed.
21:30 AM local.
Long Zoya waited for the presence of Marcel, cake along with decorative trinkets had been prepared by Zoya realized in the afternoon but her husband did not come home.
“Hoammm!” Zoya yawns, realizing that she is trying to hold back her sleepiness, to the point that she has already drunk two glasses of coffee.
“The Young Lady sleeps alone, let Me serve this cake to the Young Master!” advice Old Aunt who feels sorry for her employer who looks tired.
How not to get tired? Zoya has gone back and forth to buy cake ingredients, she is willing to spend hours just to celebrate Zevan's birthday.
“It's okay, Bi! I'll be waiting for Young Master, Old Aunt can go!” said Zoya while smiling thinly, he put the soft caramel cake on the table that has been decorated with tulips, he said this is Marcel's favorite.
“Old Aunt, sleep first!” continued Zoya, Old Aunt nodded in doubt.
Second by second, minute by minute, already half an hour Zoya waiting and now the clock has shown at 22:00 WIB.
“Hoamm, it's been very night!” in his words, he was no longer strong to withstand his drowsiness.
Before moving on to sleep on the sofa, Zoya writes her words to Marcel on a paper that she then puts next to the birthday cake she made.
With her dazed steps, Zoya to the sofa and takes a pillow to sleep on. He slowly closed his eyes and headed towards his dreamland.
Cklek!
After a few minutes, someone opened the door to his room. The man in the dark purple suit twitched his forehead as he looked at his room adorned with tulips everywhere.
The man loosened his tie, he threw his bag around the place. The young man went down the stairs in a hurry and his hands kept clenching.
“Marvel, call all servers here!” furious at her being restrained, her sisten immediately nodded and walked towards the kitchen.
“WHO TOLD YOU TO DECORATE MY ROOM, HUH? AND WHY IS THERE A BIRTHDAY CAKE IN MY ROOM? ANSWER!”!
Marcel, the young man yelled at all the servants along with the bodyguards guarding his house. His handsome face started to reddish, his hands continued to clench strongly.
“Izin replied, Young Master. These are all ideas from Young Madam, this is a surprise for Young Master!” old Aunt replied, Marcel rubbed his face rough.
He did not want to yell at Old Aunt because after all, the woman who had taken care of him and Hira since childhood.
“Who made that cake?” marcel asked in a heavy voice.
“Birthday cake up decoration, it is all the idea of Young Madam and Young Madam also who made that cake, Young Master!” old Aunt Marcel nodded slowly and allowed them to leave.
Marcel told Marvel to take a break, while he walked into the room with a face that was holding back emotions.
“What will Young Master do to Young Madam? Poor Young Madam.”
“If I were to be Young Madam, I wouldn't last a day if I had to live together with a k3h human like Young Master! Maybe I'll kill d1ri!”
“We can only pray, may Young Madam not be tormented by Young Master!”
That was the talk and prayer of the servants, they were very sorry for Zoya's fate. They also know about Zoya's family problems until her Papa sells Zoya to Young Master Marcel.
Meanwhile, Marcel was already in the room. He cleans himself first, after coming out of the bathroom Marcel looked at the peaceful face of Zoya for a moment.
The young man, now wearing a black shirt and black pants, walked up to the balcony with a caramel cake and paper in his hand, staring hatefully at the cake.
He took the paper near the cake and opened it.
Posts:
°If Young Master is home, I wish you a happy birthday. Sorry if I made this cake without permission from Young Master, but I just want to celebrate Young Master's birthday. Sorry if the cake is not good, this is for the first time I made a birthday cake (2)°
Zoya Kianan Alexander's
About like that is the content of the letter Zoya made earlier, Marcel squeezed the paper and threw it in every direction.
“Only Brother Hira can make my favorite caramel cake!” muttering, he raised his hand and prepared to throw away the cake.
“Go!”
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