True Love of the Heir
CSP. 65

Areef looked to be sunbathing in the garden behind the main residence. Welcoming the morning light with happiness. The last few days were just sunbathing and reading.

Someone walked into the back garden and approached Areef. "Dad," he called. Areef was silent for a moment before finally turning his back and looking at a woman before him.

Areef could not say anything for a few seconds, looking at the woman before him well. Perhaps his eyes were so short-sighted that he misidentified.

"Dad, it's me." The woman drew closer to Areef. He lowered his head and greeted. Reflexively, Areef touched his head slowly and asked the woman to raise her head.

"Rossie, is this really you?" areef asked as if he still could not believe that the woman standing before him was his daughter. Her biological daughter left ten years ago.

Areef felt the face of an aging Rossie, it was obvious that her daughter had been through a lot. Areef did not not know what his daughter was going through, but he preferred not to interfere.

Areef seemed to let out a long sigh and asked Rossie to sit on the garden chair. Rossie's eyes glared far into the garden which was much more different than it was ten years ago.

"There's a lot that's changed, Rossie."

Rossie turned her head, looking at the half-capped Areef while leaning back. "I heard Dad just had a series of treatments, is that right?" the question that made Areef's eyes open was perfect.

Areef did not answer Rossie's question, he preferred to close his eyes again and enjoy the sun. Rossie seemed to sigh a few times.

Scratching the edge of her shirt, Rossie held back tears. "Some time ago, Arsen visited me in England" Rossie said after a few seconds of swallowing his saliva.

Areef is still flinching. Rossie was getting desperate, he felt his decision to go home was the wrong thing. A translucent thread fell onto his cheek, his sobbing was heard by Areef.

Seeing that, Areef so groggy. He got up and extended a hand. "We're talking inside" he said later.

Rossie stared at Areef with a pus. "Can I get another chance?" tanyanya expectantly. His eyes looked even more teary, Areef averted his gaze. Rossie can always attract people's sympathy.

"Come in first, everything can be talked about." Areef walked in with a slight limp. A servant came to give him water.

After that, Rossie sat right on the sofa to the right of Areef's seat. Stooping in, Rossie's sobs were still heard. "What makes you dare to come to my house, Rossie?" ask Areef not to mince words.

Hearing Areef's straightforward tone, Rossie was quite surprised and thoughtless. It seems he should try more. Areef looked at him with an unreadable look.

"What else do you want this time?" ask Areef again, this time without looking at Rossie. If Areef can be honest, he actually misses Rossie. But when he recalled the behavior of Rossie and Arthur ten years ago, his head suddenly became cloudy.

The hurts are still there but it's bearable at the moment. [The pain is still there, but at the moment it can still be covered.]

"I ... I want to apologize to you and Arsen, Dad." Rossie's head bowed deeply, hoping that Areef would be lenient and forgive him.

Areef melengos's. "Slow, Rossie. You should have apologized ten years ago. Now that apology is nothing more than an excuse for you to return to Arsen's life" Areef said.

Rossie. It was true, and he also felt a little guilty about it. Areef. "Back, Rossie. I don't accept your presence here," his expulsion was subtle.

Rossie straight up. "I'm still your son, Dad!" jolted Rossie, feeling humiliated with the attitude of Areef who seemed never to know him.

Areef stared at Rossie sharply. "Since ten years ago, I have only had grandchildren" Areef said, pointing to the main door, telling Rossie to come out.

Areef kneaded the bone between his two eyebrows. "Anthony, please call Arsen, tell him to be careful" he told Anthony who had been standing not far from him.

***

Nadira opened her eyes slowly as she felt a touch tickle her back. "Good Morning, Honey." Arsen smiled warmly while playing Nadira's haircut.

"Morning too, since when did you wake up? And what time is it?" nadira asked as soon as his consciousness gathered perfectly.

Arsen lifted the body then reached out past Nadira's body and took her mobile phone lying on the nightstand.

"Seven o'clock in the morning" he murmured while showing Nadira his phone screen. The woman nodded small and was about to move.

However, Arsen restrained his arm and pulled him back into the blanket. "We still have enough time" Arsen said.

"For?" nadira was confused. Instead of answering, Arsen lowered his face to Nadira's neck, breathing in the strong scent that Nadira had.

Nadira tickled. "Don't you have a meeting today?" Nadira reminded, making Arsen suddenly growl dislike.

Raising his head, Arsen looked at Nadira with a look full of affection. "There's still two hours left before the meeting starts" Arsen denied, still feeling reluctant to move on from the warmth they had.

Nadira nodded slowly. "The president has to be on time to be an example for others" he said, urging Arsen to rise from his lying position.

Lazily, Arsen rolled away and came out from under the covers. For a few seconds, he looked back at Nadira with pursed lips. Nadira chuckled, then rose from his sleep.

After putting on her white bathrobe, Arsen took the time to land a brief kiss on Nadira's hair before finally going to the bathroom.

Then, while waiting for Arsen to finish taking a shower. Nadira tidied up her bed and walked to the walk in closet to prepare her clothes. Right after, Nadira can hear Arsen's phone ringing.

Just as he was about to call Arsen, the man was already standing behind him. "Eh, surprise me ... Here, there's a call. I haven't answered, though."

"Why not answered? Just answer me, honey."

"No, I'm afraid it's important" Nadira said, giving the phone to Arsen.

Staring at the screen of his phone, Arsen's forehead slightly wrinkled. "Anthony?" he then pressed the answer button.

"Yes, hello, Anthony. What was? Grandpa's fine, right?" ask Arsen as soon as the call is connected.

For a few seconds listening to Anthony's explanation across the phone, Arsen's forehead deepened. Nadira even saw his jawline tighten.

"Well, I get it. I know what I have to do" he said, then cut off his phone.

"Who?" nadira asked curiously. Arsen.

"Anthony" he replied, throwing his phone on the bed. "I have to go to the office now, there's important business."