True Love of the Heir
CSP. 48

Arsen pinched his temple which felt a little dizzy, his eyes felt tired staring at his laptop all day. Glancing at his watch, Arsen was moved to contact Nadira first.

It's 3 o'clock but the woman hasn't returned. Since he read the letter from England it was coupled with some canned messages that he received lately made him more riled than usual.

Although he had sent strict guard for Nadira but did not immediately make him sit quietly. First ring, busy. Second ring, busy. Third ring, could not be reached. "Why this? Why can't I contact you?" huffed.

"Arsen" call Areef slowly. Seeing his Grandfather awake, Arsen as much as possible smoothed his face so that his Grandfather did not worry.

"Yes, Grandpa. Grandpa needs something?" ask Arsen next to bed Areef.

Areef shook his head weakly. "Where's Nadira?" he asked when he did not find the existence of his most beautiful granddaughter-in-law.

Arsen cleared slowly. "Nadira hasn't come home yet, Grandpa. He was meeting with his friend" replied Arsen as usually as possible. His heart was riled up.

"You've apologized to your wife, haven't you, Arsen? Remember that! Don't let your wife be mad at you for too long, it's not good" she said, to Arsen's quick nod.

"It's been, but Nadira still needs time he said," replied Arsen. Glancing at her phone, there were no messages or calls from the woman even though Arsen had reminded Nadira to contact her when she was done.

Areef was just 'oh' responding to Arsen's reply. Looking at the ceiling of his treatment room, Areef thought of something. But he said when he saw the fine wrinkles on Arsen's forehead.

"Arsen, take care of Grandpa's hospital procedures immediately. Grandfather wants to go home soon" Areef said later.

"But, Grandpa. Grandpa still has to undergo recovery here."

"Perform his recovery at home, anyway Grandpa wants to go home as soon as possible."

"Grandpa ... "

"Don't argue!" exclaims Areef slightly raised his head.

"Fine, Arsen take care now. Don't be mad, okay? Grandpa just recovered, Arsen doesn't want Grandpa ... "

"Quickly, Arsenio," ferociously Areef ordered Arsen to take care of him immediately. "After taking care of it you also quickly go home. Persuade your wife to return to your home at all costs" she warned Arsen.

"Yes, yes, yes. Arsen is looking for Anthony now" he said quickly, ignoring Areef's warning to persuade Nadira.

"Arsenio," call Areef again now with tenderness. Arsen, who was several steps away from the door, came back to Areef.

"Grandfather got a letter from England, they asked Grandpa to persuade you, you've read the letter, son?" the tan is as low as possible. Fear of returning the old wound memoir of the grandson.

For a moment, Arsen was silent. Seeing the reluctance in the look on his grandson's face, Areef let out a long sigh. "Whatever they do, they're still your parents, son. Parents you have to respect."

"Have they not been able to let Arsen live well after all this time? Grandpa wants Arsen to apologize and respect them? Isn't that a little unfair?" arsen refused firmly.

Areef paused for a moment, took a breath before returning to speak, he looked back at Arsen's face that was clouded by the mist of grief. Sighing in tired breaths, Areef reopened his voice.

"Grandfather would never force Arsen, no matter how mature Arsen was. Whatever decision Arsen took, Arsen knows best what the consequences are" he continued.

Not a word came out of Arsen's lips. He only looked down when Areef asked him to think again, then immediately went out to look for Anthony, after meeting with his Grandfather's assistant, he then asked the middle-aged man to take care of Areef's treatment procedure.

After making sure the procedure was complete, Arsen sat quietly outside Areef's treatment room for a few minutes, thinking well of his Grandfather's words. Was it after the many painful things he had received, that he should still forgive that person? Is it fair to him? Mistakes are forgiven, isn't it very unfair?

Arsen turned upset when he recalled his parents' treatment. He vented his frustration at the empty can of soda he squeezed until the can was shapeless and threw it hard into the trash can ahead.

Just then, Nadira had just returned. Seeing Arsen who looked annoyed, Nadira patted his shoulder softly.

"Who?!" sentak Arsen was angry. "You ... Sorry, I didn't know it was you. Since when did you come back? Are you done?" ask her in a low tone.

Nodding lightly Nadira replied, "Newly," then took a seat right beside Arsen, looking at the man's facial line from the edge of his seat. Arsen's jaw seemed to tighten, a sign that he was harboring an upset. Nadira knew that.

"Are you okay?" tanyanya while grabbing Arsen's hand. His knuckles were flushed, apparently due to the powerfully squeezing of the can earlier.

He's cry? he slightly lowered his head in order to see the entire face of the man clearly.

However, not wanting Nadira to know the chaos of his mind, Arsen rubbed his face quickly and looked up at Nadira with a forced smile.

"Have you eaten?" he asked while glancing at his watch. Nadira nodded slowly. "Near lunch, we're going to the hospital cafeteria?"

In the hospital canteen, Nadira deliberately chose a place that is not too crowded and easily touched by many people. Nadira thought that the man before her would at least need some time to clear her mind.

There was not much he ordered, just two dishes of plain fried rice and iced tea as his drink. Arsen continued to be silent even as his second meal was served at the table, all he did was stare and stir his food without wanting to eat it.

"If you do not want to eat, the food should not be stirred so, sir," said Nadira as he pulled the plate away. At first glance Arsen can see the lightning of Nadira's anger at him.

"I'm sorry, I just feel like the food is not as good as your cooking," he commented, staring at the sad fried rice being pulled away. He was hungry, but his tangled mind prevented him from enjoying food. No matter how good the food, when the mind bersamuk seduce the head, only bland will be felt.

"It's not the food, is it? Something wrong? How's Grandpa doing?"

Arsen shook his head slowly. Cupping his hands together on the table, he crawled Nadira's face with his neutrals. "Grandfather was fine, Grandpa even asked to be treated at home. Very stubborn," he replied softly, still staring at Nadira finishing her fried rice.

"Don't hide your sadness, Mr. Harington. Your wife is still useful to be a good listener" Nadira said after spending her last mouthful. Sipping her sweet iced tea, Nadira wiped her mouth with a tissue.

"I remember someone asking me to promise not to hide the sadness and pain I was receiving. And I hope you are promise me too."

"I never hiding anything" Arsen said.

"Are you trying to lie to me? Fy. I don't like to lie, be lied to, lie or anything like that ... " Nadira paused for a moment, doing the same as Arsen did to him.

Scrutinizing deep into the bead depths of Arsen's clear eyes, as if with it he could find a truth he wanted.

"So far, I'm still trying to accept whatever's going on in our relationship. I'll take it as a way to get closer. But, as I said before, the most vulnerable thing about our relationship is trust, sir."

"I hope Mr. Arsen no longer breaks that thread of trust by lying or hiding something from me. Believe it or not, I will be more angry and more disappointed than ever when I know that Mr. Arsen is hiding something" Nadira said long and seriously.

Hearing Nadira's words that seemed like a stern warning to him, Arsen tried to gulp his saliva with difficulty.

Scratching his nape that is not itchy, Arsen tried to melt the atmosphere that he thought turned into more serious — and tense it. Moreover, the look on Nadira's face did not show the slightest bit of friendly feeling.

"Is it so obvious? I don't intend to lie to you or hide anything, I just feel, this place isn't very good for this conversation, is it?" he said divert the conversation.

Raising next to his eyebrows, Nadira looked at Arsen sharply. "I'm really serious, honey. The hospital canteen is not a comfortable place. How about we talk about it at home?"

"I looked at Grandpa first" said Nadira next. Grabbing his bag, he prepared to go and pay for his food. However, Arsen restrains Nadira and takes her to sit back.

"Let me pay the bill. Tell me first, you agreed to come home with me."

"Yes, after I look up and take care of Grandpa's procedure."

"OKAY. But not going home to the apartment, honey. Except to your house, your house, my house, our house." Arsen gave his glare again at Nadira. As if that way, Nadira would melt down and agree to it.

For a few seconds, Nadira fell silent, thinking and reconsidering. "Please, yeah? I promise, I'll tell you everything. Let's pick up where we left off?" pinta Arsen returned, this time by grabbing Nadira's hands and kissing both backs of her hands gently.

Nadira filled his chest with air. He knew exactly what Arsen's last sentence meant. If it wasn't for their exorbitant egos, their relationship should be fine and working as it should.

Although their relationship is now not too bad, but Nadira always feels there is an invisible wall that limits them to do more.

Smiling softly, Nadira nodded in the end. "After I take care and supervise my health, Grandpa, I promise to go home" he replied. Arsen was a little disappointed and dissatisfied, but he quickly swallowed the feeling.

To take a good path, high patience and beauty are needed in receiving. Perhaps, this is also a great start to our relationship. Perhaps, loving you does take a lot of time, long thought Arsen.

Withdrawing, Arsen invites Nadira to return to Areef's treatment room. Forgetting for a moment the sadness and burden of his mind backwards. They have many times to understand each other.