True Love of the Heir
CSP. 28

Morning greeted Nadira through the small cracks of her bedroom window. The woman opened her eyes slowly. And the first thing he saw was a burly man hugging him. "Since when was this giant here!" he nodded while struggling.

However, Arsen wriggled and hugged her tighter. "Geez is this human or what the hell? His hands are heavy, my goodness!" Nadira is still trying to escape from Arsen's entanglement.

"Pak Arsenic ... Release ih! It's morning, I have to go to work." Arsen piqued, opening his eyes slowly. "Don't be noisy!" he said briefly with a distinctive hoarse voice of waking up.

"Well, if you want to sleep again, please. But take me first, sir. This guy's not a bolster! I also have to get ready for work," said Nadira long, but Arsen did not touch him, he just tightened his arms behind the blanket.

"Pak Arsen .. " call Nadira again because Arsen never let go. "The office is off today, accompany me to a short nap." Arsen hides his head in the recess of Nadira's neck, which he knows when her hijab will come off, revealing a beautiful strip of her long hair and white neck.

The roar of warm Arsen's breath touching his skin caused a tickling sensation. "Don't, tickle sir!" Arsen grinned. He further slipped his head deeper, making Nadira thrashing amused. Until accidentally hit Arsen's wound.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Don't move much!" pekik Arsen's. Start to feel pain.

"Eh, sorry, sorry! Mr. Arsen, why are his head moving. Let me see the wound." Nadira was about to see it however,

"Don't! I'm it's okay. Shut up and let me sleep again." Before long Arsen closed his eyes again while still hugging Nadira.

The girl looked resigned. Arsen hugged her like a bolt, making Nadira unable to wiggle. "Oh, stop. He can't lie, can he if the office's off today."

***

Nadira just woke up. After breaking free from Arsen's entanglement, he was finally free to move. His body felt completely numb. After bathing, Nadira quickly went down to the bottom leaving Arsen who was still sound in his dream.

In the kitchen, the waiters were preparing lunch. "What are your aunties cooking today?" greet Nadira friendly. Trying to build a good relationship with them.

"Young Miss!" The three servants were slightly surprised by Nadira's sudden presence. Nadira chuckles slowly.

"Sorry, yeah. What's the menu today? Wow a lot, this all wants to be cooked?" nadira asked while looking at the pantry. The three maids who were specially in charge of preparing the meal looked at each other.

"Ck, tsk, tsk. The pantry of conglomerates and common folk is very different, yes," he murmured, admiring the contents of the all-round pantry. In his apartment, the contents of the pantry are just instant coffee noodles and cooking spices.

"Ehm, about that .. "one of the servants seemed hesitant. Nadira.

"What's wrong? Confused what to cook? The Young Master is very picky, isn't he?" it was Nadira who was apparently taken by the three.

Nadira clucked again, this time shaking his head slowly. "Hehe, let's cook and make him not picky" he said. The three servants whose names were unknown to Nadira looked at him timidly.

"Mrs ... It seems less good. If you knew, you would be angry, "to be honest one of them. "Yes too, yeah. The Young Master is like a gas cylinder, it's explosive."

"Then don't tell him. I'm cooking and you're helping me, if you see him coming down, let me know. How's it?" nadira.

The three looked at each other. One of them seemed to nod. They think they should at least try. Their mistress may have known tastes that fit the Young Master's tongue.

All this time they worked with Arsen, whatever food they made would never taste right. And ended with a scathing criticism from Arsenio.

In fact, the chefs who work here have at least passed the national level cooking certification. Their gastronomy should be at the same level as 5-star restaurant cuisine. But for Arsen, all the food that goes into his mouth, it's no different.

Then, that afternoon, the three chefs went to cook with Nadira. Cutting vegetables, marinating meat, sauteing, frying. 30 Minutes later, all the food is ready.

Just when all the food was set. Arsen came down for smelling the cooking from the kitchen. Seeing Arsen approaching the dining table, Nadira quickly let go of his cooking apron. Pretend to sit at the dinner table.

One of the servants approached Arsen and Nadira to serve them both a meal. Although Nadira had refused, but the waiter insisted on reason, serving food was his duty. Nadira just nodded, compared to the waiter had to face the rampage Arsen later.

"Who cooked this?" arsen asked as he managed to swallow a piece of chicken katsu into his mouth.

"Of course the chef cooked it, who else?" nadira replied representing the 3 chefs standing lowered their heads near them.

"Oh. Tomorrow cook this menu again," he said as he continued to put food into his mouth.

Nadira looked at the three chefs who looked happy then blinked one eye. The three chefs cheered in their hearts. At least today they should not hear Arsen's sometimes heartbreaking criticism.

***

After lunch, Nadira decided to spend the rest of the day reading a book she had borrowed from Grandpa Areef some time ago. Nadira took a comfortable sitting position on the sofa by the window of her room.

A cup of coffee was on the nightstand next to his seat. Ready to accompany him dive into the words of the book he was holding right now.

Nadira began to open the first sheet of the book, reading it carefully. Until some lumbar was read out, suddenly Arsen's scream calling Nadira's name broke his focus.

Nadira was upset. "What else is it, Young Master? Not in the office not at home, always Nadira, Nadira, Nadira. There are many names in this house!" he then went to see Arsen before his screams grew louder.

"What's up, sir?!" the question was as soon as it arrived at the living room. Arsen looked as if he was sitting down. His head turned to the side, looking at Nadira.

He patted his own shoulder. "You massage my shoulders" he said later which left Nadira gaping. "Huh?"

"Sir, there are dozens of servants here, you know. Why call me?" the protest did not accept.

"If I want you, what? Don't argue, quick massage!" Arsen grabbed Nadira's hand and placed it on his own shoulder. So, inevitably Nadira started massaging it hard.

Arsen. "Oh, slow down Nadira! It's a shoulder not a rock" Arsen said.

"Know sick why still ask me to make a massage?!"

"Because ... Your hands are soft," seduced Arsen as he looked at the old Nadira. Success makes Nadira's eyes pattern perfectly.

"Nadira .." call Arsen slowly.

"What?!"

"It turns out you're pretty too, yeah."

"Well! Do you realize I'm beautiful?"

Arsen nodded. "Hmm, it's not in vain that I choose you to be my wife," honestly Arsen who next got laughter from Nadira.

"Oh, Mr. Arsen is very funny."

"Yes, smile like that, Nadira. Because ... I like your eyes, especially when you smile," whispered Arsen at the end of the sentence that made Nadira shamed. Then, without warning, Nadira ran away from there.

Arsen chuckles. "Pfft haha, it turns out he's very shy."