The Brutal Young Master's Wedding
19. Market Thugs

Whatisit? Does his face not mind? Is he really Jasson?

"Why are you still standing there! Sleep on!"

"Good Sir. Thank you very much." Gita smiled cheerfully and headed straight for the sofa. The usual place he slept in.

That happy??

As usual, Gita activities every morning wake up first. Self cleaning. Prepare water for jasson. Open the window hordes and clean up Jasson's desk.

After Jasson wakes up immediately gita prepares clothes and other needs for Jasson.

When Jasson took a bath Gita went to her mother-in-law's room to help the waitress who prepared the needs of the big lady.

As long as he feels Jasson has dressed Gita up using the stairs to be more moving than using life too relaxed. Just a sudden need they use that life.

Gita is currently wearing shoes for Jasson.

"What time are you leaving?"

Ask Jasson.

"After my work, please Mr." Answer Gita while standing up.

Followed by Jasson who also stood up while grabbing the Jas hanging on the head of the sofa.

Jasson stepped down the stairs. He is also lazy to use life if not necessary, anyways his room is on level 1 for what to use life.

"Sir, you don't have breakfast." Gita said as she looked at Jasson leading to the exit.

"No, I have breakfast at the office!" Jasson said as he continued walking. Gita can only shut up and follow Jasson from behind while holding onto Jasson's briefcase.

Jasson grabbed the bag from Gita's hand as she was about to get in the car...

"Go home before I go home! Don't let me be rude to you." Jasson said flat as he entered the car.

The Gita can only swallow its saliva while bowing in its wake.

After Gita had done her job she glanced at the wrist. Look at the clock that already showed at 11:00.

"Gosh it's already this hour when Mother's father's grave is very far from this place."

Gita out of the room. Go straight to that big door.

"Where are you going?" Asked the guard while looking at Gita from top to bottom. Very neat and pretty.

"I want to go out for a minute. Don't be afraid I've given Mr. Jasson permission."

"Mrs come!" Take a driver closer to Gita.

"Where?" Gita asked in surprise because she did not tell him to drive.

"I'm at Mr. Jasson's command to accompany you wherever you go."

Ah, I just felt calm. He told the driver to keep an eye on me. Does he think I'm gonna run away?

"Have heard Sir! Mr. Jasson allowed me!" Gita was upset at the big doorman.

"Mrs in!!" Said the driver when the gita did not care about the car that was parked in front of his eyes.

Ah, troublesome! Gita immediately entered in annoyed.

"Where are you going?" Said the driver when they had already walked out of the mansion's large courtyard.

"We're going to this place sir." Gita put her cell phone on the driver.

Aaa, I want to be free once. I don't want to be watched. I want to do something myself.

The car arrived a little.

"Ee, sir heart. I don't want to die now!" Gita said in shock as she held the seat in front of her.

Shitt

Car stopped.

"So soon, madam." The driver got out of the car shortly after he got in.

"Mrs, her car tires are leaking. Like her we can't continue madam."

Gita smiled a little.

"No. I'll keep going we've come a long way, where it might end like this. I'll just take a taxi." Gita said out of the car.

"Mrs. We better wait for the car from the mansion alone. So they can take the madam."

The driver was a little panicked, lest his mistress go alone could be able to escape. And anyways Jasson himself who rules him he will die in the hands of the cruel man, if not able to keep the Gita. Thought the driver.

"Gosh, what's crazy? If you wait for a car from the mansion, Jasson will come home first, I can get in trouble!" Gita raised her voice a little.

"Already sir, I'll be leaving soon. Let me not run away." Said Gita while extending her hand to stop the taxi that had just nongol.

"But Madam." Say that driver.

But the gita did not care about it anymore and instead immediately closed the taxi door.

"Ah, I can finally be alone under surveillance." Gita closed her eyes.

"Miss, where are you going?"

"Ke jalan xxx ya sir!"

"Is that really the address that Madam said?"

"Yes, is there something wrong, sir?"

"No Madam it's just that very rarely people use Taxsi there."

Gita stutters slowly because usually she always uses Ojek.

20 Minutes passed after the gita gave her fare she got off the taxi.

Look around the quiet. Seen in front of the eyes of many neatly arranged tombs. Around it were flowers and some trees.

Gita set foot through several tombs and finally reached her destination.

"Hello, Mother's Father." Said Gita while squatting there. Put the flowers he bought on his way to that place.

"Today exactly 6 years you left the Gita. I honestly miss you guys so much. Now I'm married. Your daughter has grown into a full-grown woman now. Accustomed to living with violence and abuse. But Father, Mother, I also found happiness in my in-laws. When I was with them I felt your presence by my side........"

Brigitta poured out all her heart until a circle of tears dripped down the tombstone.

After feeling relieved. Gita stood up.

"Dad, Mother, Gita came home. I'll take the time to come back here again." Said Gita while wiping away the rest of her tears.

"Why is this so fast?" Gita looked at her wrist. When the gita arrived at the tomb already at 13:06 now he came home already at 15:50.

It didn't feel that much the time he used just to confide in the tombstone.

"I'm so hungry." Gita holds her stomach that has thrashed ronta wants to be filled immediately.

"Ah, there's a stall." Gita's eyes sparkled when he saw a simple stall not far from the place of the tomb.

"Mom, order a meal, the side dish is chicken soy sauce Ma'am." He said as he looked at the menu on the poster attached above the entrance.

"Good non".

Gita went inside to take a seat. Pretty rame. And strangely many eyes were staring at Gita.

Me why? Why are they so weird? Why look at me that sharp?

Yes, obviously they were staring at Gita gawking. Gita only uses branded clothes. Even the clothes were very good, the shoes and bags that Gita wore were also very good.

It was very different from the people who were there wearing simple clothes.

In their minds they just asked why would a rich woman eat in a small stall like this?

"Ah, I know they must feel weird because of my appearance." Gita also actually saw the clothes she was going to wear out of the mansion. But yeah how again. All the clothes in Jasson's closet are branded clothes and maybe the clothes are very rare in the clothing store.

After the view stopped, Gita felt calm.

I used to eat in places like this. But only this time I was stared this weird.

There are a lot of rich people out there eating on the side of the road. But why are people here so weird?

Gita finished her meal, after paying she went out and walked to the big road to get a taxi home.

"Ah, it feels so tired to walk. Why so far away. Whereas just now when you want to come here the road is close why would you want to go home the road is far?"

Gita kept talking indistinctly. Yes, obviously far away he walked slowly while the hungry horn was a little run towards the stall that slightly entered this figure.

Slender. The road is very quiet. No taxi passed either.

"Why is this road so lonely!" Gita looked at the big road. The house around is also simple. There are lots of trees on the roadside as well.

"Gosh, why is this taxi? Why is no one passing by? If Jasson's mad because I'm late, what?" Gita stepped on her feet while staring at the quiet surroundings.

After Gita was away from the tomb maybe about 2 kilos he had lived with gontai he rested for a while on the side of the road.

"Ah, I'm thirsty. Why has it come so far but no taxis have passed. The taxi driver was right. indeed this road is quiet even no vehicles passing by."

Without Gita realizing that a bunch of thugs at the end of there are staring at Gita while planning a cunning plan.

"Did I just call the driver?" Gita opens her phone but she forgets that she doesn't have a mobile phone in her contacts.

"Did I just call Lico?" His voice slightly thought still staring at the contact in his Handphone.

"Hi, beautiful." said a man dressed as a market thug.

Gita lifted her head looking at the face of the face of the man who was very sinister in her eyes.

"Who are you?" Gita as quickly as possible stood up and slightly moved away.

"Beauty here! Let's walk with us! Why is a pretty girl here alone? Better come with us!"

Sala one man walked closer towards the Gita.

"Don't come any closer or I'll scream!"

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To be continued.

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