True Love of the Heir
CSP. 09

Nadira tidied his desk, repeatedly yawning to resist the whack drowsiness. If only Arsen had not asked him to repeat the report. He should have rested and slept in a dream.

He handed the report to Arsen who was still busy staring at his screen in focus. "Sir, this is the last report." Arsen read the report and put it back on the table.

Not wanting to linger, Nadira immediately said goodbye to go home. Just as he was about to reach the door leaf, Arsen suddenly called out to him, making Nadira sigh heavily. "Yes, Sir?"

"Who are you going home with?"

"Self," replied Nadira briefly. Arsen only nodded briefly then returned to focus on his computer screen. "It's not clear" muttered Nadira then stepped back his legs.

In his silence, Arsen kept his eyes on Nadira through cctv footage on his computer screen. Yeah, since then all he's done is watch Nadira work from behind his desk.

He grabbed his phone and called Galen. Then walk to the edge of the window in his room. From up here, he can see clearly Nadira's body is standing, waiting for a taxi. "Call security, hurry!" said Arsen was struggling to run from his room.

How not? A group of men approached Nadira. Surely bad things will happen.

While on the side of the road, 4 men approached Nadira. One of them whistled mischievously, teasing Nadira. Nadira's eyes narrowed, watching one by one the men around him.

His heart was afraid, yet he tried to look strong. The surroundings were very quiet, there were only a few cars passing by. His office gate was locked, so there was no way he could go back there. Shouting is also impossible, instead of someone helping, he must be immediately silenced.

With great difficulty Nadira caught her breath, trying to be undaunted. One of the men grabbed Nadira's wrist, but he immediately brushed, making the man hiss. "Sell expensive!" his jolt.

"Who are y'all? You better get out of here or, or I'll call the police!" threatening Nadira who answered the naughtiness of the four men. One of them pushed forward.

His dirty hands stretched out to grab Nadira's hijab, but a crushing blow hit his cheek hard. The man fell down, he grimaced.

Seeing his friend who fell down, the other three men were angry. "Damn it! How dare you disturb us! It's Hajar!" exclaiming a man, the two men behind him stepped forward, about to punch Arsen.

Arsen pulls Nadira behind his back, protecting the girl. Arsen was already clenching his hands tightly, preparing to teach a lesson to all those delinquents. Yet...

"Lift hands!" from behind them, security arrived. The four men were immediately frightened. "Sorry, Young Master, we're late."

After all the delinquents were taken away, Arsen turned to Nadira who closed his eyes firmly. "They've been taken away."

Nadira opened her eyes slowly and sensed her surroundings, completely absent. Nadira breathed a sigh of relief. God is still protecting her. "Thank God, thank you, sir. Thank you for helping me" said Nadira sincerely.

Arsen nodded. "Ehem, yeah. By the way, why are you standing here?"

"Waiting for a taxi, sir"

"There are no taxis in the middle of the night like this, Nadira," Arsen replied quickly. Nadira freezes. Yeah, that's true. But if Arsen didn't hold him back, he might have experienced something like that, right?

Before long, a car stopped right next to them. "Sir, this is your car" the driver said, handing over the keys to Arsen. "Thank you, you can go home first."

"Come, I'll drive you home" Arsen stepped into his car. However, Nadira remained unmoved, should he go in and go home with his Boss? Nadira's attitude made Arsen call him back.

"Quickly, or you want to be disturbed again by other delinquents." There is no choice, rather than experiencing the same thing twice, it is better to come with Arsen. Nadira was in the passenger seat.

Then, the car sped up, splitting the stretchy road. "I live in-"

"I know, wear a safety belt well. I'll speed up."

It didn't take long for Arsen to drive. They finally reached Nadira's apartment. "Thank you, sir."

"For what?" tanya Arsen is still loyal to his wheel.

"For the President's help and his ride" said Nadira sincerely. Maybe Arsen wasn't as bad as he thought. He nodded and asked Nadira to come down.

Once again, Nadira wanted to say thank you. But Arsen's car drove quickly, making Nadira murmur in his heart. "What's good? He's still a bitch!" he snorted while entering his apartment.