Women Owned by 5 Young Masters
Chapter 16: The Fate of Being an Idol
Arvy waited in front of the yard in annoyance next to his car. It's been 15 minutes he's been waiting, Irene never came out. If not for the rules imposed by his brothers, he prefers to sleep-sleep enjoying the weekend. Because of Irene, he had to take the woman out for a walk. He wanted to hang himself because for a week he always felt depressed every time he had to be close to Irene.
Grandpa Narendra never came home from abroad. Had the grandfather been at home, he would have begged her not to force him to be close to the ugly woman. Only four of his brothers were the choice.
His life has been tormented since the match. He had to be willing to return to the mansion, obey the house rules, plus take responsibility for the ugly woman who was so privileged in the house. The servants no one dared to insult her because Irene was the direct choice of Grandpa Narendra.
Sometimes he wondered, did his grandfather really know what kind of woman he wanted to be his son-in-law? If you think logically, there can be no grandfather who wants to match his handsome grandchildren with ugly women.
"Sorry, yeah .. I'm a bit old." Irene had to smear her body with body painting so that it would take longer to prepare. From the face that Arvy displayed, he knew very well that the man harbored resentment towards him. Without saying anything, he opened the door of his audy car to Irene. After Irene entered, she went to the next door and sat behind the wheel.
"Where are we going?" Irene asked while putting a seat belt on her body.
"Which one do you choose, to the amusement park or the mall?" Arvy asked in a lazy tone. He also put his seat belt on.
"I'm tired of playing in the mall. But, if we play in the amusement park, is it okay for you? I'm afraid many will recognize you as an artist."
"It's okay. I can wear a mask and a hat, at least no one will recognize." Arvy spoke in a flat tone. He started driving his car.
Irene herself was very uncomfortable every day having to try to familiarize herself with the young master who clearly did not like her. If only their two grandfathers would listen to the complaints of their grandchildren, the match should have been stopped. They did not want such a match. Moreover, the young masters seemed to already have a choice of their own hearts. Irene felt like an actor.
Upon arrival at the amusement park area, they stand staring at the snaking queue of visitors who want to go inside. Weekends all tourist attractions must be crowded, can not be quiet.
"It's crowded. Are we still going inside?" Irene asked to make sure.
Although Irene also disliked Arvy, she was still willing to try to understand the man. The position of Arvy who is a famous artist must be very difficult for him to go wherever he wants. The man was already wearing his mask and hat but still looked handsome.
"It's okay, we'll just go in. Take a special ticket that queues less." Arvy pointed towards the short queue. The place is specifically for visitors who dare to pay double the entrance ticket.
"Alright, don't blame me again if there's anything." Irene according.
They walk towards fewer queues. Arvy kept trying to hide his face while in the queue. Somehow he felt some people continued to pay attention to him even though he looked very closed. Irene felt bad.
"Excuse me, are you Arvy?" there was one in the queue who finally realized that there was Arvy.
"Arvy? Is that Arvy?"
"Masa, anyway? Is Arvy really going to the amusement park?"
"Arvy, run!" Irene gave Arvy the code to run.
The two of them immediately ran through the crowd with all their might. Irene ran slower because she was a woman. In order for the woman not to disappear, Arvy was forced to hand Irene and invite her to run together. Behind them are people who are mostly women still chasing him.
"Hide in here!" Irene pulled Arvy into the bushes and hid there. They squatted and kept quiet while the group of bar-bar fans were still looking for Arvy there.
"Are you sure it was Arvy?"
"Related! I have memorized his body characteristics. Want to be covered with clothes up to 100 also I'll know, because he's my husband."
"Just kid! Where would Arvy want you. He fits me!"
"Apaan, hell .. I'm the most compatible with Arvy. I'm pretty!"
"ah! It's already! Why are we even arguing? Let's go after Arvy again. Looks like he ran that way."
Gradually the voices of the people who were chasing Arvy disappeared. Irene seemed to hold back the laughter by covering her mouth. Really, listening to the conversation of the Arvy fans can make him laugh until his stomach aches. Sometimes it is hard to believe that there are fans who are willing to do anything for the sake of an idol that he does not even know personally or meet directly. They can say love to an idol only from his works.
Fans if just admiring is still reasonable for him. If Fans have turned into sasaeng, disturbing the peace and privacy of his idol, he feels it is worrisome. An idol also deserves to be happy to enjoy his personal life.
"You're laughing at me, aren't you?" Arvy glanced sharply at Irene. Both of them still did not dare to come out until the situation was completely safe.
"No ...." Irene tried to neutralize the look on her face and remove her laughter so that Arvy would not scold her.
"Don't dodge! You must be content to see me hiding in the bushes."
It's funny to see famous people hiding in the bushes because they are afraid of fans. If he took a picture of Arvy hiding, he would be instantly famous.
"No, no. I just laughed because your fans seemed funny. The chat I just heard, they love you so much as an idol."
Arvy took a long breath. Loved by many fans must be a happiness for an artist. Fans are the ones who make them exist and survive in the entertainment world. Without fans, they are nothing.
However, sometimes the presence of fans is also disturbing. They can't just go anywhere. Everyone who sees will surely say hello and ask for a photo. If one or two people can be dealt with. If there were hundreds of people who simultaneously wanted to ask for a photo, he would faint first.