Forced to Marry Young Master

Forced to Marry Young Master
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In the evening, Cheyka and the rest of the team ate outside. That day Rhuka will treat them, before finally returning to Jakarta.


"Sir Rhuka, thank you for the treat." Bombom holds two chicken thighs.


"Yes bomb, it should be." replied Rhuka.


"Sister Rhuka, we are proud to be your family" Rhoky said.


"From a long time ago, you were his family." Mikky bobbing head.


Jay and Jey laughed at the sight of the two of them. While Cheyka just smiled, while receiving a bribe from Rhuka.


Cheyka looked at her phone screen, so many netizens stormed the article. Cheyka shook her head, because she was the trending topic.


"Look dear, the Media Editor's site is so offensive to our relationship. Said I was deliberately using you, to become a member of CXGS Gaming. Because before, there was never a female member." Cheyka explained.


"Yes, I saw him" replied Rhuka.


"Why not tell me?" ask Cheyka.


"Because, I don't want you to be careless anymore" Rhuka replied.


"I'm certainly going to say something, until I'm so worried" Cheyka said.


"You must remember yourself, who likes to exert that brave nature. However, it did not adjust the conditions." Rhuka replied.


"I plan to, I'll handle this." Cheyka looks upset.


"Wait until the conflict is not so high, because if it is still like this you will not be heard" replied Rhuka.


"But baby, I have to clarify." Cheyka.


"Clarification is okay, but it's not the time" Rhuka replied.


Cheyka resumed eating, ignoring the article for a while. Although he was actually furious, wanting to teach those people a lesson.


The next day, Cheyka, Rhoky and Rhuka return to Jakarta. They brought souvenirs for Serfa, Melodi, and Bao. As for the rest of the team, return to the CXGS Gaming basecamp.


"Cheyka, Rhuka, are you home yet?" ask Serfa.


"Yes Oma, our team won" Cheyka replied.


"You don't have to tell Oma, she always got in the way of my dreams. He didn't like me when I was a game player. He wants, I take care of the family business. So I carry the burden alone. Fortunately there is Joffy, who can be trusted." said Rhuka, long and wide.


"Sorry Oma Rhuka, now Oma won't stand in the way of your dreams anymore. Oma has decided, to give you freedom." said Serfa.


"Oma, we've won nationally as well. Then we will receive an interview from television, after which compete abroad" Rhuka replied.


Cheyka suddenly felt nauseous, she immediately ran towards the toilet. Spewing clear liquid, at the sink flow hole.


"Oma, that's right what I said. Brother Rhuka and Brother Cheyka are true love. Now, Cheyka is pregnant with Rhuka's child. Although at first, you guys really did push to get rid of Sister-in-law." replied Rhoky.


"Hmmm... Oma's gonna have a grandchild." Serfa looks cramped, feeling moved.


"Yes Oma, give us your blessing" replied Rhuka.


Cheyka had already come out of the toilet, Rhuka approached her and grabbed her body.


"You rest in the room, baby." said Rhuka.


"Yes dear." replied Cheyka.


Rhuka carried Cheyka, taking her upstairs. After that Rhuka opened her laptop, looking at the Media Editor's article.


"Darling, what did you see?" ask Cheyka.


"I saw the comments of the netizens." replied Rhuka.


"You forbid me, to read the haters comments. But you read it yourself." Cheyka was shaking her lips.


"It's not so, baby, I just see" Rhuka said.


"All right, I'm going to sleep." Cheyka immediately poured down her body, pretending to close her eyes.


When Rhuka came out of the room, she immediately opened the phone. Cheyka noticed an account on Disty's behalf, defending her in the comments.


"Hmmm, why is he defending me?" Cheyka wondered to herself.


Both eyes widened, seeing the name Rhuka Angjaswila there. Every bad comment, Rhuka replied one by one. Defending his wife, until he was invaded alone.


"Huh, Brother Rhuka cheated. He wants to protect me, without me moving on my own." Cheyka nagging.


While on the other hand, Bombom and the others were afraid to come out. They locked the doors of the basecamp tightly, because the reporters outside were like swarming ants. They look terrible, forcing clarification on the Media Editor's article.