True Love of the Heir
CSP. 53

Arsenio repeatedly glanced at the clock on the wall right next to her bookshelf. I don't know how many times he must have peeked out of the window of his reading room to make sure his wife had gone home or not.

The hour hand had pointed to the number five past thirty minutes, but there was no sign of Nadira coming home. Puffing with annoyance, Arsen threw the book he had read onto the table. Moving from his seat, Arsen went towards the living room.

"When I asked the embers to leave there three hours ago, but why not go home?" weak worried. Glancing at his watch the day was getting late in the afternoon, Arsen turned worried.

He had already grabbed his car keys when a woman came in with her shopping bag. The woman looked tired, as evidenced by her action who immediately sat on the sofa and asked for water.

Unaware of Arsen's whereabouts, Nadira opens her phone. Surfing cheerfully without paying attention to Arsen's gaze like an Eagle. He was watching her in the back.

A housekeeper walked over and brought a glass of drinking water. Arsen immediately grabbed the glass and thrust it to Nadira, who even though Arsen was already sitting next to him, he still continued to surf on his social media.

Arsen cleared his throat loudly, Nadira raised her head. A little surprised by the presence of Arsen beside him. "Newly aware?" insinuations. Arsen grabbed Nadira's phone and saw what international news she was seeing.

This, right? ... How is international news? ... Arsen's eyes were wide open. Upon finding news of him as an agent was exposed.

Nadira took back her phone. Then show me a photo. "Mas feels bad if the photo is here ... Same as Mas? Although the photo is faint but — "

"No!" sela Arsen cuts off Nadira's speech. He got up and walked away from the living room. Leaving Nadira who was staring at his back confused.

***

"Damn it!" maki Arsen slammed the door behind her. Leaves the sound of a bedebam that squeezes the ear.

"How dare you do this to me" Arsen murmured followed by a tightening of his teeth and jaw. Clenching his right hand, Arsen pointed a fist at the wall to vent his anger.

Just at that moment, Nadira came in because she heard a loud door crash. "Are you okay? Am I did the wrong?" he was a little scared. Nadira always felt upset when facing Arsen who was mobbed with anger.

Arsen gave a small nod and hid his right hand behind his back. "Something wrong isn't?" Nadira approached Arsen and grabbed his right hand.

"Wall of innocence, why would Mas have to vent anger against the wall?" Arsen fell silent, watching Nadira who rubbed her bruise gently. "illness?"

"A little bit," replied Arsen slightly grimacing as Nadira touched his wound.

Shaking softly, Nadira encouraged Arsen to sit on the sofa facing directly from the bedroom window. Taking the equipment he always provided in the room and treating bruises between the back of his hand and his knuckle painstakingly.

"The person in the photo ... Right, Mas, right?" nadira asked after finishing dressing Arsen's wound. Arsen was still silent, reluctant to answer yes or no. He let Nadira wait for a while.

"It's okay if you don't tell me, but you should know. I'm so observant" said Nadira who immediately got a serious look Arsen.

He grabbed Nadira's hand and placed the woman between his legs. Staring at Nadira fixedly, Arsen could see a face that looked annoyed and full of curiosity. Guilt and a sense of wanting to keep the woman's feelings dancing on her head.

Arsen looked up, "Anged?" ask Arsen again. Nadira did not open his voice, and it was enough for Arsen to know that the woman he was hugging was angry.

Arsen stood up and asked Nadira to sit down while he himself crouched down right in front of Nadira. Grasping Nadira's fingers and dipping them short. Arsen said;

"You know what not? There are things that are best not to say. I admit I'm still hiding something from you, but that doesn't mean I don't trust you or don't tell you this, it's just ... " Arsen took a deep breath.

Nadira was still listening and waiting with his hands intertwined. Looking at Arsen, he knew that the man was desperately keeping his emotions stable.

"Just just, honey. I choose not to say it to keep your feelings in check, I don't want you to share my feelings and burdens" Arsen said later.

"But, why? Why can't I know? In the past, I also received many wounds, burdens and unpleasant feelings! If I could, now I can, I can bear it! It's just an excuse, isn't it?!" angry Nadira.

He brushed off the rough hands of Arsen who was about to cupped his cheeks. "Don't touch me!" annoyed jolt. For a while Arsen closed his eyes, clenching his jaws tightly.

"Don't test my patience, Nadira," Arsen said threateningly. Arsen's eyes flashed with anger. Both of Arsen's jaws hardened, not liking Nadira's bluff on him. For a few seconds they just threw each other a look of anger.

Once again, Nadira was disappointed. Now his gaze turned pushy, all his strength holding back his tears from falling. Feeling that there was nothing else for him to do, Nadira sizzled softly and turned away.

However, a gentle pull restrained her elbow, making Nadira inevitably turn her body half towards Arsen. "What else now?" tanyanya was upset, it was clear that her anger had not subsided.

"Where are you going?" tanya Arsen still did not distract him for a second. He drew Nadira back closer to him.

But despite their proximity, Nadira always felt the invisible wall made their relationship fragile. They promised to understand each other. In fact, they could never reach it.

"Where?" repeat with a little laugh. "I want to go, go to the place where my whereabouts are accepted" he replied.

Arsen grabbed her arm and said, "Your place is here, by my side! You're already where you're supposed to be."

Nadira tries to pull the room, but Arsen clutches her stronger and pulls her until she stands so close to him, Nadira falls into the arms of the man who immediately hugs her tightly, "Sorry."

Apologize that it's the same thing! mean it. He hit Arsen hard in the chest. But instead of letting go of Nadira, Arsen drew him closer. He held his head up on Nadira's shoulder.

"Let me hold you and ease my anger as we speak" said Arsen gently, as if Nadira could swallow back her disappointment.

In that warm embrace, Nadira increasingly powerless to hold the dam of water in the corner of his eyes. No matter how strong his determination was to endure the cries, his heart had been crushed dimly by the disappointment.

Slowly Nadira felt a subtle swipe at his back, his shoulders shaking up and down. In Nadira's tears, Arsen's heart felt severed. Sorry if I came back to hurt you, sorry.

Condemning herself, Arsen rubbed Nadira's wet cheek gently. He whispered soft words to calm the woman. If you can choose, Arsen would rather get a gunshot wound than see his wife crying for it.