
Next day.
"Damn it!" grumbled Marissa because since last night until now at 10:00 am, she was still confined in her room.
Marissa tried to open the room door, but still could not. The door was locked from the outside and the key was carried by Marcello.
"Daddy has really gone too far! I cannot accept this punishment! Oh, come on Marissa! You're not a weak girl who would just keep quiet when locked up like this!" the upset.
Marissa ran small towards the balcony and watched her surroundings. In front, the workers are busy doing their daily activities, some are cleaning the yard, some are taking care of Marcello's garden and more.
"Did I dare get down from here, huh?!" ask Marissa to herself.
Actually Marissa is afraid of heights. However, his rebellious soul was still greater than his fear. He began to think about how to get out of the room. And what he was thinking about was getting off the balcony and running as fast as lightning.
"Do I have to jump from here? Ah, no! Don't be stupid, Marissa! I could be lying in the hospital after jumping from here!" he murmured, considering his room was on the third floor of the luxurious building.
"In a moment, I want to find something that can help me get down from there, rope for example! I hope there's something in this room called a rope!"
Marissa rummaged through the room, but still did not find the thing she was looking for. Until finally, he was desperate and then dropped himself back on the bed. Staring at the ceiling, the girl's brain did not stop thinking about how to get out of the place.
Suddenly Marissa's hand gripped the bedsheet that he was lying down then the crazy idea was triggered just like that in his brain.
"Attime,"
Marissa got up then ran small to the closet storage sheets and blankets in her room. He took out all the sheets and the blanket then tied one end to the other. Until finally, the blanket and sheets become one.
"It turns out my idea was brilliant too, there was no rope then the sheets became!" he muttered while smiling with satisfaction.
Marissa brought the bedsheet she had already conjured into the rope to the balcony. He fastened one end to the balcony railing very tightly. Then fling the other end until dangling down. Although the tip still has not touched the ground, at least Marissa can still jump after that because it is not too high.
"Spirit! Good luck!" marissa said to encourage herself.
While praying, Marissa began venturing over her balcony railing with great care. Moments and minutes later, Marissa's body began to slump from the floor of her room.
Suddenly from below, a waiter screams hysterically after seeing Marissa hanging from the balcony of her room. He asked the other servant for help until there was a commotion down there.
"What a fuss!" marissa muttered while looking down. Instantly his guts shrunk when he realized that he was still hanging at a height. His body trembled and he further strengthened his grip on the bed sheet.
"Yes, God! My head suddenly dizzy like this!" he murmured while closing his eyes.
"Miss, look out Miss!"
"Hurry along!"
Various kinds of sentences sticking out of the lips of the Servants were frightened as they watched the position of Lord Marcello's beloved Princess. Until finally the commotion was heard into Joe's ears. Joe rushes to the spot where Marissa is still hanging.
The man was no less panicked than the Servants when he saw the boss' favorite daughter hanging at a height.
"Miss Marissa, what are you doing there?!" yelled Joe,
"Foolish base, already know I'm trying to escape! Why do you ask me that!" marissa grumbled with her eyes closed. However, he still recognized who was talking to him.
"I'm going to run, Joe! But I'm stuck here!" shouted Marissa.
"Can you crawl up?!" ask Joe
"Can't, Om! My body is shaking!" sahut again.
Joe patted his eel, he really did not understand the way the girl thought. "Hold on, help is coming soon" said Joe, trying to calm down the frightened Marissa.
Meanwhile, in Marcello's private room.
Marcello awoke from his sleep because he faintly heard a noise from outside the room. Slowly he got up and walked to the door of the room, rubbing his eyes.
It turns out that last night he couldn't sleep due to thinking too much about the kiss done by Marissa and Fattan. He locked himself in the room and was only able to close his eyes after dawn.
Slowly, Marcello opened the door and saw several servants standing there with panicked faces.
"What's this?" marcello asked with a sour face looking at the Servants.
"Ehm, anu Tuan .. it .. "sayers said.
Marcello's face grew sour as the servants interrupted his sleep. "That's what?!" the upset.
"Ehm, that's ... Miss Marissa is in danger, sir. He was hanging from the balcony of his room with a bed sheet tied up in such a way" said the maid with a frightened face. Fear of being scolded by Marcello of course.
"What?!" cry Marcello.
The drowsiness that attacked him suddenly just disappeared. He panics and rushes to the spot where Joe and the others are trying to save Marissa.
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