True Love of the Heir
CSP. 32

As night fell Arsen had just returned home. Nadira arrived home from 5pm. Now the girl is reading her favorite book on the balcony after being satisfied chatting with Areef an hour ago.

Arsen opened his bedroom door slowly. Nadira was there staring at him in the moonlight. Looks beautiful with a blue satin dress.

"Have you eaten, sir?" nadira asked while struggling to get up. His feet still hurt.

Arsen shook his head, he opened the suit still attached to his body and rolled his shirt up to the elbow.

"Do you want me ready?" Arsen returned to shake.

"Later on" he answered briefly. He approached Nadira who was standing on the balcony.

"Nadira .. " call her slow. Nadira looked at Arsen from head to toe. Something was different from that guy. Arsen looked cute, not as usual.

"Pak Arsen .. is sick?" tanyanya while touching Arsen's forehead. He had to tiptoe because Arsen was so tall.

Arsen brushed Nadira's fingers slowly and wrapped them around her back. "Let me hold you for a moment" he said weakly. He rested his head on Nadira's shoulder. Arsen held Nadira in his arms.

Seeing that Nadira just let it go. I don't know why he could feel such a strong sense of sadness from Arsen. Mr Arsen seems sad and depressed again, he has a problem? I don't usually think gini, Nadira thought.

"Sir, are you okay?" nadira asked carefully. Arsen did not answer him, he got stronger against Nadira. For a moment, the two just hugged each other.

"Sorry." That one word was all Nadira heard, then Arsen took off his embrace and went to the bathroom.

Nadira looked back at the night sky from the balcony, the book he had read had been completely forgotten. The moon seemed ashamed to appear, hiding behind the darkness of the night, covered in cloud fog.

Nadira is afraid of the dark but he likes the night. I don't know, Nadira thought, a quiet night better understands her fragile self. The wind was blowing slowly, blowing away some of Nadira's haircuts that came out of her hijab.

Before long Arsen came out still wearing his bathrobe. He broke his wet hair with a towel. "Want me to help, sir?"

"Can." Arsen sat on the edge of the bed, then helped Arsen dry his hair using a hair dryer.

"Are you happy with this marriage, Nadira?" asked Arsen suddenly. Nadira stopped for a moment. He felt Arsen was getting weird.

Why did Arsen suddenly ask that? Wasn't he the one who forced this marriage from the beginning? Arsen forced even threatened Nadira if she did not want to marry Arsen. So why now ask whether Nadira is happy or not?

"Oh, forget it. Assume I never said anything to you. Thanks for drying my hair." Arsen got up, was about to leave but was arrested by Nadira.

"I want to answer. Sit down again, sir." Arsen was back on the bed.

Nadira twisted the tip of his hijab, stringing words so that his speech is better understood Arsen.

"Pak Arsen asked me if I was happy or not in this marriage, right?" Arsen nodded. He was also looking for that answer on himself.

The girl smiled at a glance. "I lost my parents when I was 17. Since then, I don't know how I should describe happiness, my world has been destroyed, how can I be happy. All I know is that I will try to keep laughing. No matter what happens, I will accept it and try to laugh." Nadira smiled bitterly. A speck of clear grain slid smoothly on his cheek.

"Just like this wedding. I don't want to expect more. I didn't even expect that this ordinary me could marry Mr. Arsen. I didn't even want to get married before, sir. But Mr. Arsen changed everything" Nadira chuckled at the end of the word.

"This marriage was originally just an agreement. I always take this marriage seriously. Marriage isn't that joking, is it, sir?" Nadira asked for validation. Arsen nodded. He also agreed with Nadira. He always thought marriage was not something to be taken lightly. For that, so far he has always tried to carry out his duties as a husband.

"For that no matter what happens, I will try to be happy in this marriage, sir. Shouldn't we seek our own happiness? Mr. Arsen need not worry about my happiness, Mr. Arsen should try to find the happiness of Mr. Arsen himself," continued Nadira with a smile.

'What if my happiness is you, Nadira? What if my reason for happiness is with you? Until the time I hope you don't regret it and continue to be happy and smile like now.'

"Although without love?" mummified Arsen. His heart aches when Nadira insists that the marriage between them is only a deal. He regretted his attitude at the time.

Nadira put the hair dryer back into place, now his hands changed to take a comb and comb Arsen's hair, although the man did not ask for it.

"Love is something fancy to me, sir. I've never been in love before and I don't know what it's like to be in love. But, I once dreamed, if I fall in love, I will fall simply. Simple but with everything."

"I will fall in love with the courage to take responsibility, not with the momentary feeling of being a teenager. I will fall in love with sincerity and mutual trust" said Nadira Long.

Arsen still silently listened and let Nadira play her hair as she pleased. Usually he does not like if anyone touches his head, but somehow to Nadira he actually feels comfortable.

"It's done" Nadira said as she clapped her own hands. Observe the results of its work on Arsen hair. Not much he did, just combing and giving a little style to his hair.

Arsen pulled Nadira to sit on his lap. Just like before, he asked permission first to embrace her.

"If I want to fall in love with you too, how?" cetus Arsen who carried Nadira's long rarity.

"I don't know either, sir, I told you I've never been in love" Nadira said. He looked at Arsen's jaw.

He is only aware and can judge Arsen's face up close in an intimate position like now. His eyebrows and sharp eyes, his firm jaw, thin lips and a slight line of facial line are of English descent.

"Grandfather said, love can come with time. Nadira, do you believe that?" Arsen asked again.

The girl seemed to nod. "Luna said that too."

Arsen released his embrace. "Then, let things go with time?"

Nadira nodded back with a smile. She stood up and tidied up her shabby nightgown as a result of Arsen. "I'll have dinner first, yeah."

"Wait, Nadira." Arsen got up from his seat and grabbed Nadira's nape. Take him in a brief kiss.

"Open and proof of sincerity" he whispered and walked out of the room.

Nadira is still on the spot. "sincerity? what sincerity! This was his name taking the opportunity when the other party was off guard!" hiss Nadira. He's rattled up upset.