The Prisoner of the Enemy's Heart
Chapter 7 Forehead Benjol

Early in the morning, Prilya was awake. As was his custom in his home first, after the prayer he would head to the kitchen to cook water and ingredients for breakfast.

The maid outfit he used according to the instructions of a man named Black. His hair was black and long and he was tied up high.

The girl hummed slightly towards the kitchen. This morning he felt his heart happy. Because this is the first time he feels good sleep and quality. There was no screaming telling this and that before he went to sleep. And also of course because he sleeps in a comfortable room and bed.

Although his room was in the rows of other servants' rooms but it was like being in a luxury hotel according to his perception. The rooms are not very spacious but have very good facilities.

When compared to his room first, which was only from a warehouse that was transformed into a bedroom for him, the room here was more than enough.

Her steps and her twists stopped in front of the kitchen door. A middle-aged woman looked at him with an expressionless flat gaze.

"Why are you?" ask the woman who was disturbed by her late arrival.

The woman named Anita was giving directions to all the servants that morning. A briefing for all the servants before starting work in the mansion.

Anita already knew who that simple girl was. Yesterday he witnessed for himself the drama of the forced marriage between his Master and the young girl.

Prilya Sofyan is a wife or maidservant. But Black still gave him privileges among all the other servants. He could only do work related to Samuel Richard.

"What are you doing here?!" anita asked again because the sweet and simple girl's face looked confused. He doesn't seem to know what to answer. Moreover, all the servants looked at him with strange gazes.

"You're cooking water, madam!" replied Prilya with a bright smile on her face. It seems like he is ready to work.

"What's the water for?" asked Bu Anita with a puzzled frowning face. In the house there was never a water cooking event.

"To make tea or coffee Mistress." Prilya answered politely.

"Who told you to do that?"

Prilya seemed to think. He thought he wouldn't have to be told to cook water. At her house, Asna would beat and yell at her if she had to be told to do something.

"Ooh, should there be an order, ma'am? Ii'm sorry. Then what should I do?" After racking her brain, the girl finally asked for a clue.

"Go to Mr. Richard's room. You must have a job there." Anita ordered through the look in her eyes for the girl to leave the kitchen immediately.

"Ah yes, well Madam. I'll be there now. Excuse me." Prilya bowed her body politely and then immediately turned to leave from there.

"Eh wait!"

"Yes, Madam." Prilya turned around again and waited for what the middle-aged woman would say.

"Everyone here calls me Ms. Ani. So I also ask you to do the same."

"Ah, yes Ms. Ani. Thanks a lot." Prilya smiled widely then continued her steps to find the room of the owner of a large house like this palace.

Apparently Anita was not as cruel as Asna, her stepmother.

With light steps he went around in the big house. But for tens of minutes, he became confused himself because he had not found the main room in the house.

Ashamed to ask astray on the road, so he thought. He grimaced with fatigue. The sun had risen and had begun to shine through the large windows of the house, and he had not done any meaningful work.

"You still here?" Anita who saw him standing dumbly at the base of the stairs immediately came to rebuke him.

Anita smiled. For a new person like Prilya, he sure could not find the private room of the owner of this house. Because not everyone can go there. Only Black, himself, and one confidant were in charge of cleaning up.

"Follow me. I'll take you to Mr.'s room." Anita stepped on the stairs leading to the second floor of the house. Prilya followed the steps of the woman.

After they arrived, Anita asked the girl to come inside because she had much more work to do.

"Mr Ani, I'm afraid." Prilya suddenly felt her stomach break down from the tension.

"just enter. Its alright. You must be brave from now on or I and Mr. Black will get a reprimand."

"Ah yes, Ma'am. But what should I do?" ask Prilya again when her feet will be stepped into the room.

"Do whatever Mr. Richard commands." Anita said while pushing Prilya's body slowly into the main room in the house. The middle-aged woman did not want to linger there. He was also afraid that Mr. Richard was angry. The man is very disciplined and does not like to have someone not work at such busy times.

Prilya finally entered as well. His eyes looked around the room with a masculine aura. He's confused. He doesn't know what to do. The room was very clean and tidy. The bed shows the same situation. He was looking for garbage or anything that might come out of his place so he got a job.

A piece of paper he saw was out of place. He crouched down and grabbed the paper to keep it on the table again.

"Heh, what are you doing here?" Prilya was shocked. His head fell on the end of the table because he was not careful.

"Awwwwww, ish!" Prilya. His forehead immediately flushed and looked bumpy instantly.

"You heard no? What are you doing here huh?!" Samuel Richard asked with a sharp look. He really didn't like it when someone else entered his room.

"Sa-yeah, I just want to work sir." Prilya replied with a lowered face. His hand stroked his forehead which was still very painful and felt lumpy.

"What work?! If you talk, don't duck! I don't like it!" Samuel Richard looked at the girl from the bottom up. Prilya's appearance as a servant at this time attracted the attention of the man.

"Whatever you do is not in vain that I have been brought to this place." Prilya raised her face slightly.

"Ooh, you're so smart about your job, good." Samuel Richard lifted the tip of his lips. He looked at the girl's forehead which looked red and bumpy.

"Go there now!" he said to the girl while pointing to the large glass around the row of her wardrobe.

"Ah yes Sir," replied the girl quickly. He immediately stepped his foot in the direction indicated by the owner of the room.

"Look at that glass, and think about what you should do!" Samuel Richard left the room and went out for breakfast.

Prilya. He just stared at his face inside the glass with his hands touching his forehead.

"Awww, this hurts too."

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