
Freya got down and closed the car door with trembling hands. Of course, it will be too surprising for his aunt and cousin as well as his neighbors. Freya had no idea what she would be like if many of her closest people knew about her relationship with Arven. In fact, this relationship is only a contract of cooperation.
"Let's go now"
Arven immediately took Freya's hand to walk into the alley. Hendrick was still in the car. As if intentionally wanting to let Arven and Freya have time together.
How'this? What would happen if Young Master met Auntie. Ouch..
Freya gets more agitated when the fence of her Aunt's house is already visible. I think he wants to turn around and not go home tonight. But it's also impossible for him to do that.
"Why are your hands so cold? Are you cold now? Why not bring a jacket, wear a short-sleeved shirt like this too. How sick is it?" Arven said with a slight smile.
Freya looked at Arven in a bit of confusion. Either he had to interpret what with this man's attitude. "Ah, I'm fine, honey. Just a little nervous because you're going to meet Auntie"
Don't you fucking realize I'm this whole thing because of you. It felt like Freya wanted to curse at Arven like that. But unfortunately he's not that brave.
Arriving at the door, Freya was nervous herself because she felt she was near the abyss now. Ferya turned the door handle, but it turned out that the door was locked. Makes him breathe softly. Freya turned around and looked at Arven who was standing behind her by paying attention to this simple house that Freya lived in.
"It looks like they're asleep, so the door is locked" Freya said, hoping Arven would leave soon and not see her Aunt and cousin.
"Then if you're asleep and locked up, where are you going to sleep tonight?" Asked Arven with one of his eyebrows raised.
Freya was immediately speechless with a smile that she could not lose if she was indeed confused to face Arven now. But he still had to try smiling and looking fine.
"I'll wake them up"
Finally Freya could only give up, there was no way she would make the Young Master wait out for too long like this. Finally Freya knocked on the door and called her Aunt as well as her cousin.
"Auntie, Sinta, open it for a second. It's me Freya"
A few moments of waiting there was no answer either. Making Freya a little unpleasant with Arven still standing in that place. She kept calling her aunt and cousin to open the door. But there was even a scream from inside that made him shocked.
"This hour is not the time to go home to a girl. If you want to sell yourself, don't go home. My mom's tired of you hitching a ride here. Mother told me not to open the door" Sinta shouted from inside the house.
Arven was of course very surprised by Sinta's voice just now. His hands clenched tightly because he felt his lover so humbled in this house.
Freya was immediately shocked to hear that. Of course the threat from the Young Master would be real.
The living room which is also a simple living room, feels so gripping when the figure of Arven who is also there. The sleeping aunt was instantly awakened by Sinta and she was also very surprised by the arrival of this uninvited guest.
Especially when Hendrick also came, even though the man was just standing still beside Arven who was sitting on the sofa as it was there. But its existence actually makes the atmosphere tense. His face that did not show any expression, even more made everyone who saw him frightened without having to do anything and talk anything.
"Bi, sorry Freya came home late. Today there is a short business" said Freya, she was already nervous and confused how to expel Arven and Hendrick to immediately leave the house of his aunt.
Arven grabbed Freya's hand that had been on her lap and continued squeezing the dress she was wearing. Arven grasped Freya's hand gently, brought her towards his lips and gently kissed Freya's palm.
My God, why did he do this in front of Aunt and Sinta. Young Master, I really don't need your acting in front of my family. Just let them know nothing about us, because it's better. Aaa.. I want to throw them both out now.
Hendrick who was standing next to the seated Young Master, slightly frowned. Feeling confused about what Arven did to Freya just now.
"Include me, I'm Arven Widianto. Freya's lover" Arven said flatly, unlike a lover who met his future in-laws who were always friendly. Arven is the opposite.
Aunty and Sinta were instantly shocked to hear that, they stared at each other. I can't believe Freya has a boyfriend. Sinta bowed her head, looking for Arven Widianto's name on the internet. And all the facts about it instantly appeared on the internet homepage. Sinta was really surprised when she found out the facts about Arven, she immediately looked up and looked at Arven.
Why would Freya be able to date such a rich and handsome man like her? God, why does he always get lucky.
Freya looked at Arven with even more surprise. It was never expected that the man would say that he was Freya's boyfriend. In fact, they are just a contract girlfriend.
"Em, Bi, Sinta, I'll explain later. Em, you should go home first huh" said Freya who immediately turned to Arven and smiled so gently at him. I wish Arven would leave right away if he smiled like this at her.
Sure enough, Arven looked closely at Freya, then smiled at her lover. Gently stroked Freya's cheek. "If there's anything to tell me. And for the clothes I sent and you can't wear, I'll change"
Freya smiled, although actually her heart wanted to curry favor at this moment. But he held his lips back so as not to curse at the man. Freya looked at the silent Hendrick with that expressionless flat face. It must have been him who had told Young Master. He murmured inwardly so irritatedly.
"Ah, no need darling. I can wear any shirt" Freya said with a smile that did not fade from her face as much as possible.
"I haven't worn it yet Sir, I'll return the shirt. I'm sorry if I was presumptuous, but Freya herself said that all the items were given prizes from the lottery" said Sinta who was immediately aware of the items she seized from Freya last afternoon.
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