True Love of the Heir
CSP. 43
At midnight, Nadira could not fall asleep. Beside him Arsen looked slumbering until his smooth snoring voice sounded. Nadira turned to face Arsen who was sleeping peacefully, rubbing some fine hair that grew around Arsen's chin slowly.
While asleep, Arsen looked very calm. Moving from his position on the mattress, Nadira grabbed a glass on the nightstand and drank it until the remaining half. Slowly, he walked to the balcony. Then unlocked the window slowly not wanting to disturb the man and woke him up.
His eyes glare at the depth of the night with the cluster of stars. The night wind blew until Nadira could feel the air wanted to stab into his skin.
For a moment he glanced at Arsen, recalling Areef's story two days ago. "Gue doesn't know that we have a past and a situation that is equally painful to accept" Nadira murmured softly.
Areef said that 10 years ago was the toughest year for Arsen. Arsen's parents were involved in a scandal that forced the two to separate.
Arsen's father was a good businessman in his field. Her mother is a famous model in England. Both names are equally known to the public.
Due to his diligence, Areef gave Arsen's father the confidence to manage one of the lines of business under the auspices of Harrington's company. The business went well and grossed investment profits of tens of billions. However, it turns out that Arsen's father was not satisfied with the achievement, he wanted more until finally colluding with outsiders to fight his own Father-in-law.
Knowing that, his mother Arsen certainly angry and threatened his father. From then on, the two just tried to knock each other down and make each other slump and feel tired of their marriage.
In the end, both of them chose divorce. However, Arsen found that the fact behind the divorce was not as simple as he had seen it. Both Father and Mother apparently already have a partner with each other even before they officially separated. The situation worsened with the revelation of the truth to the public.
At that time, Arsen was only 18 years old, but had to face the reality as bitter as that. He is still a teenager who needs parental attention and support. But what he received was the pressure and demands of being the Heir to his grandfather. Arsen did not complain or dodge his destiny, ten years since the incident Arsen was only determined to strengthen himself.
And along with that process. Arsen turned into the haughty and paranoid Arsen he is today. It is not easy to trust someone. Because the person he was supposed to trust was precisely incising gaping wounds in his heart and soul. That's what's causing Areef's worry.
Nadira sighed, his sleeping robe fluttering in the wind. "The parents who should have been pawing at him just destroyed his confidence to the point of being unresponsive," he said as he glanced at Arsen who seemed to be disturbed by the cold from the outside.
Nadira quickly closed the window and lay down beside Arsen. Doubtful he hugged Arsen, a clear speck slipping down his cheek without being asked.
"I promise you, I will never leave Mr. Arsen" he whispered, and then fell into a dream.
***
Arsen opened his eyes slowly. Stretching out his hands, he slept very well last night, even dreaming of Nadira hugging him and whispering in his ear.
"What time is it?" tanyanya while shaking off the blanket that covered her innocent body. Just then, Nadira had just finished her morning bath.
"At 5 a.m.," replied Nadira, drying her half-drenched hair with a towel.
Arsen watched her from the mattress with a distinctive face waking up while propping up her chin. The man looked at Nadira's body which was only wrapped in a towel from the tip of the hair to the tip of the foot. Scroll the rest of the bath water slid down the floor. Seeing that, Arsen painstakingly swallowed his saliva.
"Beautiful view" he marveled. Still staring at Nadira until the woman finished drying her hair and pulled the curtain, Arsen sighed softly because he could no longer see the beautiful scenery in the morning. Honestly, Arsen longs to embrace the body of Nadira who according to Arsen is more than perfect.
"I think Mr. Arsen should be getting ready to go home now. Do not be late to the office," said Nadira reminded Arsen after he was dressed neatly. The man seemed to be twisting his shoulders lightly.
Moving from the position of supporting his chin, Arsen changed to sit on the edge of the mattress. "Going home? Where am I supposed to go? To a house that you don't even want to live in?" arsen said weakly. The distinctive hoarse sound of waking up clearly disturbed Nadira's hearing senses.
The woman frowned. "What does that mean?" tanyanya's confused. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, took a comb and then draped a clip in his hair that was still half wet.
"You forgot? I gave you that house. So, I don't have a house now. Other than asking for your mercy, I no longer know where to stay," he replied with a pity. Made Nadira so inexhaustible.
A few days ago, Arsen did speak of already diverting the property on his behalf. But, Nadira thinks that it's just Arsen's way of persuading her to go back to her house. Nadira did not think that Arsen actually did it.
"Jaudah if you ask Galen to deliver clothes here," Nadira finally broke up. The woman was completely overwhelmed by Arsen's behavior.
Arsen smiled triumphantly. "Can I borrow your phone? My phone is running out of battery" he asked, throwing his signature grin.
Nadira snorted, "There's a nightstand," he said, then walked into the kitchen, made breakfast for the two of them.
Arsen was happy and grabbed Nadira's phone. The first thing he did was check the contacts on the woman's phone. Searching for Bara's name quickly and removing it from Nadira's phone.
***
Nadira can't cook anything but instant noodles that he bought yesterday. He has just moved and has not been able to shop for vegetables. After the instant noodles were ripe, Nadira poured them into a bowl and served them on the table.
Just as he was about to call Arsen, his apartment bell rang. He quickly put on his hijab and opened the door. Galen was standing there with the two large suitcases he was carrying. Made Nadira widen her eyes big. "What is this?!" tanyanya.
Galen smiled at his friendly smile. "Good morning, Madam. Here's your clothes and the President's," he replied as if explaining the whereabouts of the two large suitcases.
Nadira had not had time to admit his surprise, Arsen came just wearing a towel limited to the waist, making Galen turn his eyes.
"Thank you, Galen, you may return" he said, with a small nod of the man. "Your schedule is today, President." Galen handed a tab to Arsen and then stepped quickly from there.
"What the fuck is this, sir?!" nadira exclaimed as soon as Arsen pulled the two suitcases inside. Pointing the chest of the Arsenic field with his index finger. "Don't Mr. Arsen fool me, huh?" the accusation.
In front of him, Arsen only put his shoulders lightly. "I didn't cheat you, I really don't have a home right now. Grandfather even kicked me out of the main residence yesterday," Arsen said seriously.
For a while Nadira investigated Arsen's facial features. No lies were detected there, only fine wrinkles on the forehead. Confused by Nadira's reaction.
"But that doesn't mean moving here either, sir." Nadira looked resigned. His initial intention to start a new beginning was shattered already with Arsen's presence here.
"Then you come home with me" he asked again. Nadira did not rub it, he walked to the pantry to pick up a spoon and fork and ate a slow instant noodle that was half cold.
"Nadira," call Arsen again. Nadira looked up, looking at Arsen who was still bare-chested.
"Eat the instant noodles first, then I think again," he replied quickly. Arsen began to sit down and eat his own instant noodles. Although it feels strange with the taste because Arsen never ate instant food like now, but Arsen still spent the bowl of noodles until no rest.
"Where did you buy this food? It feels pretty good" he said, wiping his mouth with a tissue.
"Son but also not too often," he replied as he piled the bowl, trying to wash it.
"You want to wash the dishes? Just let me!" Arsen took the bowl from Nadira's hand and washed it. However ...
Prangs! The bowl fell off before Arsen rinsed it off. His fragments splattered on the floor. Arsen misbehaved, making Nadira even more anxious.
"I just bought that bowl yesterday!" he was angry while shaking his waist.
Arsen stuttered, "Sorry, I, I will replace it. I'll clean it up right now." Nadira pushes Arsen away from the sink.
"Enough! Mr. Arsen was not used to doing all this on his own, every day always served by servants, do not force yourself as if you can live a simple life!" maki Nadira is back. His hand picked up the broken glass and put it in the trash bag.
Just a plate, does it need to be that angry? thought Arsen was short. He turned around and got ready quickly.
"I'm still waiting for your answer, Nadira," Arsen said before heading towards the door. Nadira only mumbled softly in response. Then, Arsen disappeared behind the door along with the sound of the door closing quietly.
***
Trash bag > trash bags
***
Hadeuh, Arsen does not know if the plate, bowl, — glass and other furniture is very valuable for women. Don't repeat it, yeah, Arsen. 😥
Dear, all men.
Help wash the dishes may be, but if it breaks the mending goods aja deh, yes. 😂
