Young Master's Beautiful Wife
Chapter 02
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“Have we gone too far with him?”
“Hm, tomorrow we're sorry!”
“You guys say what?”
The views of Jennie and Xien are expressed to a girl with a cake oufit. Unlike Xien who always looks like a mamba girl (black serba), and Jennie uses an all-green oufit commonly referred to as 'cewe earth'.
“Fika?”
Yeah, that girl is Fika. Fika came to Zoya's tongkrong cs, which is a race track. Xien won the race, so their Genk is celebrating.
“Zoya where?!” ask Fika while chirping.
Hearing Zoya's name, Xien and Jennie are silent and don't want to talk. But for Xien, Zoya is still his best friend. He spoke with his flat face.
“He's not here, he has the same problem Zihan.”
“Why?”
Whether pretending to be innocent or indeed intentionally covering it up, Fika asked as if she did not understand the incident.
“Putus.” said Jennie, Fika is only a spirit of course. But there's guilt on his face.
'Hopefully Zoya can do much better than Zihan, please kabulin!' his mind is hopeful.
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“Akhhh!”
With great difficulty, the girl continued to look around her.
The room is so foreign luxury Dimatanya, the feel of the room is purple why now so luxurious like the palace of Queen Elizabeth only? Whys?
“G-gw where is it, i-this is kebaya!?”
Zoya, the girl widened her eyes as the blue kebaya suddenly appeared on her body. He got up from the king size bed, and stared at the reflection of himself in the mirror.
Simple make up polish, bunned hair, and blue kebaya dress . Yes, roughly so is his appearance now, he was surprised instead of playing with his current appearance.
When he wanted to take off the kebaya, suddenly there were two maids who entered his room after knocking. The two young servants invited him out of the room.
When going down the stairs, many pairs of eyes that pay attention to her with a gaze that is difficult to interpret. Are they stunned by Zoya's beauty or vice versa.
“Well, is that Mr Marcel's wife? Beautiful once well.”
“Still young, according to the very handsome Mr Marcel!”
“Truly a couple that is so compatible huh? Akhh, I am so envious. Already beautiful, and it seems she's a good girl!”
The rantings of the men began to crack out in Zoya's ear, the girl faintly hearing Mr. Marcel's wife. Who do you mean by wife? Was himself?.
The two maids brought her to sit on a chair on a not-so-great stage.
“Why am I brought here!?” he asked one of the servants who was leaving.
“You're getting married, Zoya.”
Not the waiter who answered her, it was Alfareado–Papa Zoya who answered her. And that snake woman aka Widia who was unceasingly clinging to Alfareado with that smrik smile and her sly face.
“Ck! Zoya told you, didn't she, Pa!? Zoya does not want marriage.” refute her with a whisper.
“Slow, all this is ready! So don't make papa shy.”
After saying that, Alfareado and also Widia went to have a conversation with the penghulu.
Taps!
Taps!
Zoya shook her head quickly as an old man walked towards her, is this her husband? Wrinkles, old, distended and gray?.
He said handsome, this is handsome from Hong Kong. Gini old age is said to be handsome, wah myopic tuh the eyes of the invited guests.
“Whatss! This is Gw's soul mate?! Oh wow! I don't want to marry you!” his circus, without him noticing his voice rose an octave until the invited guests stared at him.
There was no wind, no rain, the invited guests just laughed out loud when they heard the girl's words, Zoya just squealed her forehead in wonder.
“I'm not that old.”
The baritone's voice made Zoya stare intensely at the young man wrapped in black tuxedo.
The young man told the old man to leave who turned out to be a butler from the food he ordered, then the handsome young man sat beside Zoya.
Gluey!
God's creation is perfect, just look at the face of this young man beside Zoya.
Strict face, sharp nose, black eyebrows, white skin, hair that is disheveled but impressed cool, neckline, pink lips. Akhh! The women will be infatuated with the young man.
“Have been satisfied looking at me?” his words without seeing Zoya, Zoya who realized immediately turned her face.
“Let's start!” said the ruler who came to them.
Penghulu and the handsome man shook hands with each other, cold sweat began to flood the faces of the invited guests.
“I received his marriage and marriage Zoya Kianan Alexander binti Alfareado Alexander with a dowry in the form of cash of 1M and a set of prayer tools paid in cash!”
“How are the witnesses?!”
The invited guests raised their glasses and ...
“SAH!!”
On this day, the most historic day in the life of Zoya Kianan Alexander who is now officially the wife of Mr. Zevan Ziyon Pramuditya.
Zoya is daydreaming, etss! Don't think that Zoya is daydreaming because she saw the good looks of the young man. Zoya is stunned because her dowry worth 1M wah can get rich suddenly, a tomato in the matre.
“Zoya, let's greet your husband!” orders from a beautiful middle-aged lung woman, not Widia! Like her she is the mother of Zoya's husband.
The deg!
The deg!
The cup!
It feels like Zoya needs to go to the hospital, her heartbeat instantly becomes abnormal when the young man kisses the top of her hair, Zoya hesitantly also kisses the back of her husband's hand.
“Starting this second you are the wife of Marcel, well!?” the middle-aged woman said.
“Ma, let them both have fun with their current status.” said the husband.
Andhara Pramuditya– Papa of the Youth who is believed to be named Marcel. Yuna Pramuditya– Wife of Andhara and also mother of Marecl.
With a cold and insincere face, Marcel took Zoya's hand to get out of the building.
A classic black car with flower decorations comes along, Marcel pulls Zoya in.
Zoya is shocked when Marcel treats her harshly like this, but in front of everyone, she is very romantic.
“Full speed, Vel!”
“Good, Young Master!”
20 Minutes, a short time because the personal assistant drove the car at an above average speed.
Zoya looks up at her head when she sees a mansion with the logo 'Z' might mean 'Marcel or Ziyon'. Zoya is shocked when Marcel pulls her hand, so Zoya grimaces in pain.
“Asstt, Z-Marcel s-sick!” his moans when his wrists were pulled Marcel seemed to want to break.
“Call me Young Master!” her word was with a heavy voice, to the point that Zoya did not dare to look into the eyes of Marcel's eagle.
Deaf, dumb, and blind. Yes that's the picture that is appropriate for the people in the mansion, it is clear Zoya was forcibly pulled by the young man but no one wanted to help him.
That young man lives the way, is Zoya? He would never be able to keep up with the pace of the young man when he used a kebaya like this.
Bruk!
Marcel threw Zoya's body to the floor until the girl grimaced in pain.
Different from her usual bridal room with some rose petals, Zoya's bridal room is like a broken ship. Glass flakes were everywhere, lots of dust and the sheets were a mess.
“Clean this place within 20 minutes!”
A BARKK!
Without any frills, the young man slammed the door of the room until it made a sound that frightened Zoya.
By continuing to blow her red wrist, Zoya continues to clean the place. He groaned in pain as his finger was scratched by a piece of glass.
“Hikss, Mom! Zoya kangen ..”.
Twenty minutes after her, Zoya had changed her dress to a white shirt and black shorts above the knee. Actually, he felt very uncomfortable with the clothes but that was all there was.
Zoya is currently looking at the stars scattered in the night sky, the burden on both shoulders is getting heavier.
If only his friends and his birth mother were here, his burden would have disappeared instantly. Given only Xien, Jennie and Fika are always there for him.
Even though Zoya already knows that it was Fika who had taken Zihan from her, but somehow Zoya is convinced that Fika does not intend to corner her.
“You intend to tease me?”
Zoya turned around and found Marcel who was standing straight with a white shirt that was fairly transparent.
“What do you mean, Mr?” zoya asked, tilting her head.
“Ck! Don't pretend to be plain, with clothes like that, you think I'll be tempted?” his mouth, his index finger pointed at the clothes Zoya was wearing.
“I am not a seductress, after all there are no other clothes in the closet besides this. So don't say as if I'm teasing you!” sumpul Zoya with courage.
The young man did not answer him, he threw himself in his king size mattress. He patted the bed, Zoya twitched her forehead.
“Sini!”–Marcel patted a lot on his right.
“M-I mean Sir, I slept with you so? S-I'm not ready to do it yet, Young Master!” lirih Zoya while closing her knees
“Who said you'd sleep with me? It won't. Take this pillow, and sleep on the couch!”
Striking her legs together, Zoya walks towards the mattress and picks up the pillow and throws it on the sofa.
“Turn off the lights!”