Women Owned by 5 Young Masters
Chapter 102:
"outside! Duars!"
As Alenta and Alan were fighting, there was suddenly the sound of an eruption in space. Apparently, not far from where they are being held a lively fireworks show. The fireworks launched into the sky looked beautiful, even able to distract them. The debate between the two has stopped. They looked up, stunned by the beautiful view that night.
"Why are there fireworks in rural areas like this?" asked Alan astonished.
"It's been used every year. Usually held after the harvest of wheat as a manifestation of the joy of the villagers," replied Alenta.
"You seem to know a lot about this country as well. Have you lived here long? Or are you a native of here?"
"Eitherway! I'm a human with a mixed gene. If the status of citizenship of course Indonesia. Does that matter?" Alenta replied with a tinge.
"Not really ... I'm just curious, even many languages you can master."
"If I could I would like to master all the languages of the world. Then learn about the alien language."
Alan laughed with the arrogance that Alenta showed. He turned his eyes back to the sky enjoying the beautiful fireworks that shone in the night sky.
Alenta invites Alan to take a walk to the night market area where fireworks are held. Because they had previously eaten dinner, they only bought snacks while looking at traditional shows typical there.
"What about your business at the time? Is it going well?" alenta asked on the sidelines of a mini opera show there.
"You're talking to that Iranian company?" guess Alan.
"Yes, that! Is there anything else?" Alenta was heard to keep talking to Alan.
"You think my company is just busy working with one company? That's just one that's related to export-import."
"Oh, I guess there's no other source of cooperation to the extent that it's serving guests to make others look like servants!" Alenta recalled his annoying moment with Amina.
"Do you really feel like a waiter?"
"Then let alone the name for the person who was told to follow all the wishes of the honored guest even though his wishes made no sense?" Alenta looked in annoyance at Alan. Every time the conversation repeated, he would be angry.
"It's my goal that you can be good friends."
"Well! Friends?" Alenta wants to laugh. It was clear the woman had ulterior intentions outside of cooperation, but Alan was still serving her. "Then how, can you finally get closer or maybe there is an intention for a more serious relationship like marriage?"
Alan scrunched his forehead. "Your words sound like a jealous person."
"Ah bon?" (really?)
"If you notice, your style of speech is now more relaxed to me, yes! Usually use formal language" Alan said.
"Why should I be like that? I'm not working for you. It was also forced to accompany you because of uncle's will!"
That night, their outing was accompanied by endless debate. Both of them stubbornly do not want to budge, each serving a conversation with each other. As the night wore on, they finally returned to the mansion.
***
As Irene exited her room, she visited the room Alan had been wearing for the night. The room is open. Alan was no longer there.
"Early early in the morning Alan said goodbye," said the uncle who was suddenly there.
Irene was shocked and embarrassed. It was as if he had just been caught wanting to know about Alan's whereabouts.
"Thankfully? Why?" asked the uncle in wonder.
"Yes, thank you. So, I don't have to bother uncle to ask for more to accompany him!" said it. He rushed past the uncle and down the stairs. "I'm going to the back garden, Uncle!" yells.
With gleeful steps, Irene walked towards the garden located in the backyard. There were some workers harvesting wine. Irene was interested in taking part in harvesting the fruit.
"Bonjour, Minni ..," Irene said to one of the young workers. He used to be his playmate while living there.
"Bonjour, mademoiselle Irene," he replied.
Irene picked up one of the scissors lying nearby. He helped Minni pick a purplish wine and put it in a basket carried by Minni.
"Why are you still working here? I hear you're getting married, Minni?" ask Irene.
"I'm not getting married, Miss." Minni answered as she continued to focus on harvesting her wines.
"Why?" Irene asked curiously.
"Of course because Louis found a better woman than me. Moreover, his new lover is a cheese businessman's son.who I until Louis had to maintain." the look of Minni's face looks ordinary even though discussing something that sounds quite annoying.
"I think Louis loves you very much, Minni. Since childhood you've been so close and inseparable."
"The name of the feeling will continue to change as time goes by, Miss. What about Miss herself? Is the match going well?" Minni asked Irene.
"Where do you know that I'm being betrothed?" Irene asked in wonder.
"The Great Lord said it. Important news from you will of course be easy to hear up to here."
Irene did not know that her grandfather would say that matchmaking to her uncle as well. "Well! Gramps ...," he mumbled.
"That guest yesterday must be Miss's future husband, huh?" guess Minni. Again, the guess is correct.
"How can you guess like that?"
"The Great Lord said there will be special guests coming. So, I guess it's Miss's future husband."
"Haha ... Not like that either. Actually I'm being betrothed to five men, Young Master of the Narendra Family. Alan is one of them. But I didn't necessarily choose it either. His other brothers were no less interesting either!"
"It looks like Mr. Alan is a kind man. Miss will definitely be treated well after becoming his wife. Mr. Alan fits Miss very well."
"What are you talking about, anyway!" Irene hid her flushed face in embarrassment. He did not want others to know if he was beginning to feel for the man.
"Ah, yes! I'm going to the race track. Do you want to come?" ask Irene.
"It's a shame, Miss. I have an appointment with someone else."
"Well, I rarely get to come here. Why do you have to be busy when I'm here." Irene was a little disappointed.
"If Miss tells you in advance, surely I can take my time. It's impolite that I suddenly cancel an appointment with someone."
"Haha ... It's okay, Minni, I'm just kidding. Next time we go both ways."
Irene developed her smile. There are famous people who keep their promises. There is no such term as impromptu meeting in his own country.