Rebirth: Young Master's Revenge

Rebirth: Young Master's Revenge
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Because the secret of the poor son-in-law is almost the end for his session 1, Thor makes a new theme with the theme of changing destiny.


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Alendra Abbiyu Putra, a handsome and athletic man, is currently looking to wear a white suit and also a device for his wedding. Before she wears .. she observes and she then smiles happily. Yes today he will marry his lover, his fiancee who has been dating since 1 year ago. Vitalia Suryajaya, whom she used to call Yaya, is a beautiful girl who is sexy, because she is a famous model. 


This was the day he was most waiting for. His identity has always been hidden by his family. And he said after this wedding, he would be introduced to everyone and his family colleagues if he was the heir to the Abbiyu Putra family and also an interior designer who often won a competition for creative designs.


Finally, after waiting so long to be introduced by all the friends of his father and mother, he will also live life as himself, and he doesn't have to hide anymore and live happily together with Yaya.


Busy with his happy mind, he did not even realize that his younger brother entered with his younger brother's friend who once mocked him. Shocked by his sister's presence he immediately turned to face the two people who had just entered the room where he would change clothes for his wedding.


“What are you doing here?” he said while frowning his forehead a sign he was confused by their presence, it should be the WO party or both parents right? For what his sister and best friend even visited him when he was going to have a marriage with his future wife. He had not even had time to change his clothes into wedding clothes that were available.


“The clothes you are going to wear are indeed good! But unfortunately it is not you who will wear it.” Adit said with a very clear insulting voice in his language song.


Listening to them, Aldra squinted his eyes even more and frowned. He doesn't understand what they're saying.


“What do you mean, Dit?” alendra asked in confusion.


“Let's refer to this stupid guy what we mean!” adit said to Novaan, he did not even look at Aldra at all.


Smiling, Novan called out to 5 people with big bodies, with big faces, directly into the room.


“Supervisor!! “ Alendra is getting clueless with what really happened. Where is his mother's father? Where is the Wedding Organizer you hired? He increasingly does not understand what is happening.


“Novan? What are you and Adit doing? Brother doesn't understand! “ said Aldra in confusion as he saw 5 guards who were spooky and burly, approaching him with an intimidating look.


Novan did not answer his question, instead he coldly ordered the 5 guards to take him away. Whatisthis? What kind of prank is this? Shouldn't she be married to Yaya, her fiance? 


“Supervisor!! Drag this stupid man and take him to the execution ground.” Novan said in a cold and flat tone.


The bodyguard who had already approached his body, grabbed both of his arms and locked them so tightly that he could not move at all, so Alend felt pain and of course fear.


“Novan, what the hell are you? I am your brother! “ But Novan just smiled cynically, as well as Adit, his sister's friend. They both looked at him with triumphant gazes. He didn't understand why it was done.


“Novan?”


Bugh!! This time the blow on his stomach made him have to bend because of the pain that whack throughout his ribs. Alend involuntarily groaned as the pain entered his brain.


“A child picked up from the streets, does not deserve to call me by name alone. You should have called me young master !” he said while grinning. Aleend was getting confused. The child who was picked up? Am I not the eldest son of Eka Abbiyu the Son. He's Nova's older brother, right? What is this Nova talking about?


“Van, I think he still does not know what you mean. You don't have to let him know. Let him die curious. This is your wedding day and you should look stunning on your wedding stage. Brother... uh this pick-up boy is time to step away from your life right?” Adit smiled obliquely and spat in front of him.


Alend was very confused, he did not even care about his hands and body that were very sick due to the blows, slaps and also the checks of the big bodyguard. Alend is confused, isn't today his wedding day, why did Adit say that this is Novan's wedding?


“Your wedding? You got married on the same day as me? How do I not know about that?” ask her in a surprised tone. He really felt that what he was experiencing was a nightmare. Yep! It's just bad mimipi! Alend's mind is trying to be positive, maybe this prank surprise for him.


“Emang you think the beautiful Talia wants to marry a little girl who is not as clear as you? Obviously he will choose the more handsome and more certain of course.”


“What are you guys talking about exactly? Today is my marriage to Yaya, and I am the eldest son of ...” asked Alend with a premonition that started badly.


Platkkk!!


“Don't call my future wife by such a ndeso and disgusting call!” novan said while slapping Alend hard and strong, while humbling Alend with his proud style.


Adit laughed loudly, though, 


“Heh!! Ba**ngan low!! Do you still not understand? Where would Talia marry you. Of course he will choose to marry Novan who is handsome and dashing not with you who are cute and street children! Today is not your wedding day but the wedding day of Novandra Abbiyu Putra, the only son of Eka Abbiyu Putra and heir to the entire fortune of Abbiyu Putra. How can a fool with no brain like you expect to miss the moon?” he said while laughing scornfully.


Huh huh? Is this the wedding of Nova and Yaya?


“Support, what are you waiting for? Drag him away from here and get over!” novan said with a grim face.


“Good Sir!!” said the bodyguard while dragging the athletic body of Alend who was still moving stiff because he still did not believe the reality that slapped him.


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