True Love of the Heir
CSP. 42

Nadira gasped, frantically closing the door of her apartment. However, losing fast, Arsen held him strong. "Depart, Sir!" nadira was angry. His eyes stared at Arsen from behind the door.

However, the stronger Nadira pushed him, the stronger Arsen held the door to keep it from closing. "Lemme talk, Nadira, please .. "please grimace. His hand was clamped to the door. "Please, just a moment," Arsen asked again.

Nadira finally gave up. He opened the door with a force. "Just a few minutes, nothing more." Nadira gestured for Arsen to quickly enter.

With pleasure, Arsen walked in by loosening his tie. Accompany the whole room with jelly. No one escaped his sight, including Nadira himself.

"Sit here" he said, but invited Arsen to sit down. Nadira himself went to the kitchen to make Arsen a drink.

"Please."

"Thank you" said Arsen nervously.

Nadira sat before him, staring at Arsen with a sharp look. This time there was nothing to fear, Nadira had resigned and he did not have to pay respect to the man before him. Only one thing Nadira seems to have forgotten. Nadira forgot that the man in front of her was her own husband.

"Grandfather told Mr Arsen that I was here?" search Nadira. Arsen cleared his throat to relieve his nervousness.

The man shook his head quickly, then forced his smile. Although he actually did not like the tone of Nadira's speech to him, but Arsen was determined to be soft on Nadira now.

"No, even though I begged Grandpa, but Grandpa still didn't want to tell me" she replied. Arsen changed his call with the word 'me' in order to familiarize himself.

"And then?"

"From this," Arsen showed Nadira his bank account. "There's a bill coming in from my credit card, I think someone's using it to pay for this apartment's rent" Arsen said, smiling meaningfully.

Nadira. Ah, shit, I should have asked Grandpa to pay the rent and the others. You stupid, anyway, Nad? maki Nadira to herself.

"Nadira ... I'm sorry," said Arsen weakly, his eyes bowed full of regret.

"For what? Can you give me an explain Mr. Harrington?" cebik Nadira's.

"I will give the explained if you want to, Mrs. Harrington," replied Arsen gently. There is no arrogance, no coercive attitude or commanding tone. Arsen let go of all that, for the sake of talking to Nadira tonight.

For a moment Nadira was fixated, Arsen who was now in front of her looked completely different. There was only the meek and helpless Arsen.

"I'm sorry for everything. For all the things I do, for the attitudes and words that might hurt you and hurt your heart. I regret Nadira. I'm so sorry, "I'm Arsen. His voice sounded weak, not as loud as usual. Her net was staring at Nadira gently. Hoping with that, Nadira could feel his regret.

Nadira fell silent, listening to Arsen's explanation. Though many things he had done yesterday, but Nadira only felt touched by such a small confession. It is true that, what women like Nadira need is not a mere treasure, but the sincerity of a more valuable heart.

"It took me a long time to realize this, Nadira. And when I realized, I really needed you by my side. I'm guilty of not trusting you completely, I'm the fool, Nadira. I bow myself tonight. I hope you can forgive me."

"Please, I'm sorry. I'm guilty of you, Nadira, I admit that. I also promise not to repeat it and will try to trust you. I hope it's not too late for me to have your apologies" Arsen said.

Nadira nodded, not knowing. It was more unexpected for Arsen to be able to say such a lot of good things. But, even though Arsen had admitted his mistake, there was still a hint of pain in Nadira's heart.

"The most risky thing about our relationship is that trust, sir. Mr. Arsen won't know what it's like to be distrusted by someone. Moreover, if the person is someone who is already bound by birth and inner," replied Nadira.

Nadira turned away, reluctant to look at Arsen or if not, he would feel pity. Nadira thought that Arsen who was looking at her now was much more frightening compared to Arsen who was accusing her the other day. Nadira fears he will fall into Arsen's gaze and end up pitying her, again.

"I know, it hurts so much, I know better than anyone the pain," I Arsen returned, confirming Nadira's remark.

Nadira is reminded of Areef's story. How devastated Arsen was when his parents separated and he lost all that trust in the blink of an eye. Nadira did not dare to speak anymore. Arsen could always refute all his words.

Nadira looked up, the eyes of the two met face to face for a few seconds. I don't know when Arsen started crying. Nadira could clearly see the line of tears falling down her cheeks.

Nadira sighed. "That's true, but with complete trust, sir. You can't give me that, I have no reason to fall in love again" replied Nadira slowly.

Arsen was getting bowed. His head began to throb pain. "Sssh .. "his hiss. "Don't love me then. Let me fall, you don't" said Arsen, then a second later his gaze blurred.

"Sir Arsen!" frantically Nadira got up from her seat and directly propped Arsen's head fast. Put it slowly onto the back of the sofa.

Arsen smiled with feeling. "You're worried, for me, right? That's enough for me" Arsen said as he lay down.

The pulsations in his head were getting heavy. For a few days he did not sleep well, it's only natural that his head throbbed pain. Plus his unwillingness to eat, making his face pias added.

Nadira did not heed Arsen's rapport, he immediately took a pillow for Arsen to break down. Despite being dizzy, Arsen's eyes still follow Nadira's movements, making the girl uncomfortable continue to be noticed.

"Stop looking at me with these eyes, Mr. Harrington," to Nadira. Arsen chuckles amusedly. Instead of being angry, he looked more intensely at Nadira.

"What eyes, Mrs. Harrington?" the question made Nadira even more angry.

"Shameless" muttered Nadira softly. He opened the medicine box to take one paracetamol and give it to Arsen.

"Hurry up to drink, don't worry people!" Arsen took the medicine and swallowed it quickly.

He confirmed his lying position and laid his head on the pillow Nadira gave him. "I can't remember the last time anyone worried about me like this, Nadira. I think it's just you" said the weak Arsen.

Nadira is getting better. The man before him was very easy to attract people's sympathy. "Everyone must be worried, however Mr. Arsen is an honorable President" Nadira said as he grabbed a bruised hand of Arsen.

Actually, how many wounds has he received? If I hadn't seen this wound earlier, Mr. Arsen couldn't have said it, right? Just like before, he never said how many pain he ever felt.

Patiently Nadira smeared Iodine liquid on the bruise, blew it slowly and placed the plaster on the back of Arsen's hand. In that state, Arsen could feel Nadira's warm fingers.

I can't remember the last time someone held my finger warmly like he did to me now. This kind of feeling is really comfortable. Arsen closed his eyes, letting Nadira treat his injuries as usual.

"They, just respecting me is not a worry like you gave me. True said Grandfather, sincerity is expensive," hissed Arsen as he stared at the back of his hand that had been wrapped in plaster.

Nadira returned to tidying up her medicine box, keeping it back in place. He was silent on the spot, closing his eyes for a moment.

His heart was really not strong to see Arsen slumped. His heart ached, but it hurt more to see the helpless Arsen before him. He wiped his tears quickly. I don't want Arsen to know.

"Nadira .." call Arsen again. That usually haughty and handsome face turned livid. "I ... Can I stay here tonight? Me, I can't drive, it's late anyway. I—" Arsen's speech was truncated.

"Yes, just tonight." Nadira turned. His heart was getting squeezed, even though he knew it was just Arsen's reason for staying, but he really could not resist it.

Arsen smiled happily. "Thank you, sleeping on the couch is fine, too" he said.

"Don't be on the couch, Mr. Arsen's back will hurt. Just sleep in the room" said Nadira then went to the bathroom to clean up.

"Even though you didn't say it. I know that you really care about me, Nadira. Don't know when I've become so dependent on you. Love is simple but too hard to understand it," he said slowly as he walked towards Nadira's room with gontai.

His head was still dizzy, but Arsen felt the pain he received tonight so comparable to living with his wife even for a night. At the very least, he was sure he could sleep well tonight.