True Love of the Heir
CSP. 01

In the afternoon, Nadira had set an appointment with a friend on the side of the road that was rather quiet. Feeling no certainty, he opened the conversation application on his phone and then pressed the call button to ask the whereabouts of his friend.

Not yet had his phone connected, suddenly from the right, a foreign man dressed all in black pointed a gun at him, making the body of the girl in the brown hijab tremble.

"You who? Don't kill me! I'm just parking here. I-I'm waiting for a friend, just look at my phone, I'm on the phone" she said rather stuttered while showing her phone.

The man nodded, no matter. From the opposite direction he stood, a group of people ran towards him while brandishing a gun. "Hurry in!" his orders, Nadira who does not know the real condition only cause confusion.

"Get in the car or you'll die here" without waiting for a reaction from Nadira, the man immediately pushed Nadira in while he himself took over the wheel.

As soon as making sure Nadira was seated he immediately drove at high speed. Leaving the people chasing him behind. Nadira had not had time to neutralize his heartbeat, suddenly from the back of his car was hit hard. It caused a shock that pushed him forward.

"Wear your seatbelt and bow down!" said the stranger was still focused on looking ahead. Feeling no choice, Nadira finally obeyed the words of the man, although in his heart he cursed the foreign man beside him.

"God, what was my fault in the past that You put me in such a difficult situation?" his inner.

Dor's! Dor's! Dor's!

The sound of gunfire grew louder, deafening Nadira's unusual ears heard the sound of bullets, the girl covered her ears with both hands firmly. His eyes were tightly closed, his tongue incessantly chanting prayers. Oh God, save me...

Then, the car drove quickly, several times swooping sharply until Nadira's head hit the dashboard. But he ignored it, the focus of his head was only on whether he would survive or not. Even the appointments he made were completely forgotten.

Until a few minutes later, finally their car escaped from the pursuit of the hitman. Arsen looked at the girl who was still bowed in surprise. "You can open your eyes" he said.

"Huh? What's?" nadira asked confusedly. His eyes blinked, "have you escaped?" he sat up straight and inhaled as much oxygen as he could. "Those were, who?" Arsen turned his head, looking at the girl from top to bottom. Scrutinize.

He glanced at Nadira at a glance "Killer," he answered briefly and refocused on the street in front of him.

"WHAT? A KILLER? HOW CAN?"

"Just escaped the killer" inwardly. He then stopped the car to explain his current position to Nadira so that the girl did not misunderstand.

"What's your name?" Nadira switched, "Ha? Uh, Na-Nadira" she answered nervously, her eyes met Arsen's, for a few seconds the two stared at each other. Nervous of being stared at by a foreign man, Nadira first turned her face.

"OK, Nadira. Listen to me, earlier I apologize for involving you in this difficult situation. But, I promise I will be responsible to you later."

"I will explain my current condition and I hope you understand, yes. I'm being chased by a hit man. My life and maybe you're in danger now."

"I'm asking you to follow me and not get away from me, are you listening?" Nadira nodded. Although he did not understand and did not know what the situation was, Nadira tried to obey. However, this concerned his life.

"Okay, good girl. Now that I have some important business in there," his finger pointed into the old building inside the forest. Nadira shuddered in horror.

"I have to take something. You wait here sa-"

"Come on! I'm following the tree!" his insistence was fast, he was afraid that the people were chasing them. Then he became an easy target to shoot.

"What if those people were going to kill me? I don't want to die yet, sir. Please .. " said Nadira pleading with trembling. Arsen seemed to weigh the risks and the consequences if the girl went with him.

"You ever learn to shoot?" asked Arsen then, Nadira shook her head violently. He never dealt a gun, a shotgun or anything, except a water gun he used to play as a kid.

"Self?" Nadira nodded back. Arsen looked resigned. "But I can punch, really. Especially about the kick-kicking, I'm really good at it" said Nadira later. He hoped the man in front of him would take him.

"Aish, that's it. Just remember to take care of yourself, don't make it hard!" arsen said in the end, having no choice.

Nadira. "Who made the hard man?" Arsen ignored him, then immediately walked away.