True Love of the Heir
CSP. 17

Nadira wakes up in a foreign room. His eyes opened slowly, adjusting his gaze to the ceiling of the room was all white. In the corner, by the window, in the darkness, a man sat on his shoulder worriedly. For 10 hours he sat like that, waiting for the girl to pick him up in the morning.

Nadira tried to get up from his lying position but his head suddenly throbbed pain. "Ugh, where is this?" he said while circulating his views.

"Don't get up, the chloroform effect may not be gone, yet" Arsen said.

"Sir Arsen?"

"Give yourself breakfast and meet me in the reading room at 12 p.m., don't be late."

After saying that, Arsen left from there. Leaves a lot of questions in Nadira's head. After Arsen's departure, two maids came in, bringing food and clothing with them.

"Good Morning, Miss Nadira. This is your breakfast and some clothes that Young Master has prepared. After breakfast and preparing yourself, Young Master will be waiting for Miss. We'll wait outside" said one of them, then they left.

Nadira started eating his breakfast even though he had no idea what was going on. As he recalled, yesterday afternoon someone took him away, he thought he was kidnapped and held captive in a shanty room. Could Mr Arsen have saved him?

***

In the reading room, Arsen was sitting, reading the files. The door was knocked, allowing someone to enter. Nadira appears on the door leaf.

"What is Mr Arsen looking for me? And why am I at Mr. Arsen's house?" nadira asked as soon as he arrived in front of Arsen.

Arsen stopped his activities immediately and turned to the girl in front of him. "Sit down," she asked. Nadira also sat down.

Arsen appears to pull out a document from his desk drawer. He thrust the file in front of Nadira, allowing the girl to read it carefully.

"What is this, sir? Prenuptial Agreement?" nadira's eyes were rounded at the sight of her name and Arsen was listed there.

"You know that clearly, marry me, and I will guarantee all your lives" Arsen said seriously. I don't know when he made that decision.

"I don't care about love or liking. Just agree and everything will be arranged" he said again lightly. For Arsen marriage is just a formality. If it wasn't his grandfather's insistence, Arsen would never have married.

"Is the life of a rich man like that? About managing, managing, profit and loss only?" Nadira. Arsen is still trying to be patient about it, but his heart is upset not playing. How dare Nadira oppose him?

"Whatever how you look at me. Two days, you have two days to decide. Before those two days, don't expect you to leave, Nadira."

Arsen got up from his seat, passing the question mark Nadira on the chair there.

"You can't do this to me, Mr. Arsen!" nadira shouted back. He threw the document right on Arsen's back, leaving the man running out of patience.

Arsen turned around and gripped Nadira's arm and tightened his back against the wall. "How dare you, Nadira? Who do you think you are?" Arsen hissed furiously.

Nadira shuffled in fear, An angry Arsen like this was extremely frightening in his eyes. Anyone can seem to disappear with that deadly look. Nadira's body shook violently.

"If it wasn't for me saving you from that delinquent, now you're just an unidentified corpse!" arsen is harder. It was as if those harsh words could tear Nadira down.

"Think about it, I'm not afraid to hand you back to them. Marry me or accept your death woefully."

After revealing those cruel words, Arsen left, leaving the doorway pounding along with his disappearance.

Nadira rushes to the floor, her cries also shed to the cheeks. He sobbed then sobbed the sedan. Only crying could he do. Slicing his soul.

I have rebuked destiny. Is this the way of life and my destiny, Lord? His cry spread to the bluish-colored hijab. His hands clenched tightly, between annoyance and helplessness.

"What do I do now?" ask him on the old ash wall. Hope he understands more the meaning of grief than the Lord.