Young Master Sucks
JEALOUS

Indra took a glass of wine on the table then shook it a few times and immediately gulped it down...

After which he got up to his feet and planned to return home to the mansion.

I don't know today is still working hours but Indra already misses his wife, the feeling just suddenly appears in him and somehow Indra is not able to fight the turmoil on himself.

Indra was sent home by junsen on the grounds that she was not feeling well so commissioned junsen to take on the next expert job. .

"Good afternoon sir, are you back?". Said Mr. Yen greeting.

Indra just nodded then handed her bag to Pak Yen and walked towards the room

"Is young lady still resting? Has he had lunch?". Ask Indra while continuing to walk in follow Mr. Yen from behind.

"Young lady hasn't had lunch yet, sir, looks like she's still resting". Obviously Mr. Yen because Mr. Yen had offered lunch to Alya but he refused on the grounds that he was still full...

Alya refused because he did not want to eat with Vanessa, Katrin and Celine who came to visit.

"alright". Indra moved with faster footsteps wanting to call his wife for lunch, because it was already late afternoon

"Simplets.." Indra opened the door

It looks like Alya has been leaning back while playing her phone on the bed.

"Awake?". Indra's question approached making Alya surprised.

"My husband you're back?". Answer Alya...

"Cih..Now even I've been very fluent in calling her my husband". Inner Alya.

Indra nodded "why haven't you eaten honey, aren't you hungry hmm?". Indra asked as she picked up Alya's phone and placed it on the table.

"I was just planning on going down under my husband". Alya answered with a smile.

"Then come on ". Indra grabbed Alya's hand to take her to the dining table

They join hands down the stairs, Indra has not realized the presence of Celine there, who was waiting for Him below.

"Hey Ndra.." celine's greeting made Indra turn to look for the source of the voice.

It turned out that Celine was sitting watching the drama with Katrin in the living room.

"Celine?". Indra frowned...

"What's he here for?". Inner Indra.

"I have so many stories for you that I came and waited for you at the mansion, I thought you'd be back late at night.. (Celine paused to look at Indra with a worried look on her face) hmm are you sick?".

Celine who was approaching directly touched Indra's forehead to determine whether Indra was sick or not.

"I'm fine". Reply with a lazy tone ..

Then glanced at his wife who looked resentful but still lowered her head.

"Huuuffff thank goodness" . Celine breathed a sigh of relief.

"What do you want to say?". Indra started to the point.

"Hmm I want to talk to you both, may I". Celine answered with a hopeful face.

"okay ". Indra let go of Alya's hand.

"What. are they going to get back together. It's really annoying when you're with me you treat me like a dream woman but when another woman comes you dump me, you're so rude!!". Alya grumbled inwardly holding back the annoyance.

"Honey you can have lunch first, no need to wait for me". Indra said then went to her study followed by Celine from behind.

"Sucker!. cih is what I expected from this stupid marriage!". Alya was very upset in the heart.

"CZ..CK..CK. It looks like someone just got camped". Katrin's coming hot.

"His dear I don't care in the least because they are friends anyway Miss Celine first knows the young master so it seems natural that they are alone ". It was very desirable for Alya to say that to Katrin as a form of self-defense but Alya felt not strong to say it, there was a sense of tightness in the chest to be honest

"Hmm it seems like you misunderstood, they both have stories so have to talk together". Alya tried to calm down.

"Dad? Sister-in-law didn't suspect what they were doing in the study?". Katrin is heating up, looking at the closed door.

Alya's face was red, to be honest she was also curious but she did not have the right to complen ..

"I don't understand what you're saying". Alya moved to avoid the possibility that the debate would start.

"Cih. what is it! What are they gonna do in the workspace, cuddle, kiss or whatever.Oh right, am I jealous. cih doesn't make sense". Alya suggested she was not even jealous when her heart was pounding with jealousy and anger.

Katrin smiled faintly at the look on Alya's red face, she was delighted to have shattered Alya's feelings.

At the dining table Alya just stared at the dishes that had been prepared for service.

His eyes occasionally looked towards Indra's tightly closed work room, not sure how long it had been closed

"What are they talking about, is it going to be that long". Alya's mind was agitated.

He was stabbing - his food stitch using a spoon while continuing to mutter.

"Thinking of it makes me not lustful!". Alya left his freshly-tasted food a little later picked up an apple and went to the back garden to calm his drifting mind with jealousy.

Alya has promised not to show his love to Indra, however their marriage is only a status not real.

Alya sat down while watching the two maids who were taking care of the flowers...

Alya just realized that they were young about two years different from their current age.

"Hey can I help you?". Alya approached them.

They lowered their heads "sorry young lady, but you will be very angry if you see the lady doing our job".

"Ah no need to worry I will talk to Him later, besides I am confused what to do, my husband is busy with his best friend in the workspace ". Answer Alya.

He then started touching the empty flower pot and filling it with freshly bought instant soil.

"Don't do this missus, we.." the waiter was worried that Indra would fire them if Alya worked.

"It's okay, I'll tell him later". Alya answered with a smile.

"Alright young lady". They finally believed, although there was still a sense of worry.

"Daddy bay the way, have you guys been working here for a long time?". Alya asked trying to eliminate the overtaking in her head.

"About one year, miss".

Alya nodded "lumayan". The answer.

They chatted casually there until Alya completely forgot her jealousy.

Seriate