Forced to Marry Young Master
Evaporating Emotions
Suddenly there was the sound of Deheman, behind the grass. Cheyka immediately fell silent, and closed her mouth. After all, Rhuka must not know the voice of her heart. Moreover, it was threatened to destroy his family, within a minute if it exceeded the limit.
"Who's there?" ask Cheyka worriedly.
A young man comes out of hiding, and it turns out that he is Joffy. Cheyka rounded her eyes, feeling terrible when Joffy heard everything.
"I'm here, fishing" replied Joffy.
Cheyka smiled awkwardly, revealing her happy pretend face again. "How many fish?"
"It can be about half a bucket" Joffy replied.
Cheyka scratched her head, and also rubbed her nape. Cheyka thought how to silence the mouth, the person with the title could be anything.
"Joffy, did you just hear a voice?" ask Cheyka to make sure.
"Of course, my ears are not deaf" replied Joffy.
"Do you have a plan?" ask Cheyka.
"What plan does miss mean." replied Joffy.
"Plan to meet the young master." Cheyka thinks Joffy's gonna complain, it's gonna be over.
"Nothing, I just want to fish" replied Joffy.
"Aren't you working at the Shi'ing Group today?" ask Cheyka curiously.
"I see, miss is so curious about my business. Just tell me what it means to interrogate." replied Joffy.
"Nothing to say, fish happily. Don't forget not to see the young master, for an entire year. I'll go first with the drugs...." Cheyka said goodbye misbehaving, running as fast as possible with waving hands.
Joffy smiled in the distance. "I know young lady, you're afraid I'm complaining. It's funny how, maybe the young master is already in love."
Joffy shook his head, then focused on fishing again. This time there was a strong pull, maybe a big fish he thought. Cheyka held onto her aching stomach, as it ran nonstop.
"Hopefully good fortune approached me, he would not complain. The point is I have to prevent Joffy from meeting the young master."monologist Chey.
Disty and Rhuka sat for a while, at a lontong rice shop. Disty had just returned to Indonesia, about a few days ago.
"Rhuka, how are you?" ask Disty.
"As you can see." Rhuka replied.
"Have no further ado, quickly tell me what's important" replied Rhuka.
"I know, you told Oma Serfa to go out of town. He told me to tell you to go home quickly. There's something he wants to talk about." Disty said.
"I think Oma can talk to me right away" Rhuka replied.
"How about telling you, it's been a few days since your phone's been off" Disty said.
"Yes, just tell me I'm going home" replied Rhuka.
Rhuka immediately ran towards the parking lot, she got into the car. He spread his gaze around, only to find a small and short man.
"Where's Cheyka?" ask Rhuka.
"He's permission to leave" Mikky replied.
"Why not tell me?" ask Rhuka.
"Because you're not the manager heheh..." Mikky laughs.
A few minutes into the trip, they reached Basecamp. The feet each stepped, heading towards the dining room. Rhuka looked at the dining table, not looking at his wife's face. The chair she used to sit in now looks empty.
”Where is Cheyka, why not return to basecamp. Since the match, until this moment. Was he really hurt, because of a losing match. Didn't it all start from defeat, just become the champion.” Inner Rhuka.
"Sister Rhuka, you must be thinking about Brother Chey" Rhoky said.
"Your tongue is good at talking, I have to give you a scissors present. If it has been cut, then it will not be careless to talk." replied Rhuka evasive.
"Sister Rhuka, there's no need for you to think about Cheyka. Let him introspect, learn from his mistakes" Jay said.
"Right, we shouldn't bring personal business to our team." Jey said.
"Stop cornering him, you don't know what his head is" Rhuka replied.
"So said I was carelessly talking, but my guess didn't miss. Rhuka was thinking about Chey" Rhoky said.
"Be quiet, you're really mean to her. Dare to scold him, after the game is over." said Rhuka.
"Right, Rhoky should be taught a lesson." Bombom protested, then put an apple in Rhoky's mouth.
"I'm sorry, I got carried away with my emotions." Rhoky replied, chewing an apple.