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Love Story Heir to Blue Blood

Gais

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Chapters 1.

A teenage man was sitting limply on the roof of an empty building, leaning against a shabby, slightly mossy wall of clothing half wet from the mired sweat, beside him were scattered books that were still open. He took a cigarette and pressed it between his lips, stirred it with fire from his match, and covered it with his hand to avoid the wind blowing. For a moment he remembered the past 12 years.

12 Years Ago

Dinar rushed towards the door when he heard the bell ringing. Intentionally he was key because Dinar was busy taking care of the house and was afraid if his son came out secretly.

''Honey, are you home?'' welcome the Dinar that still looks messy, the aroma of onions, smoke, and sweat mixed into one. It's lunchtime, Dinar accidentally cooks her husband's favorite meal. Who would have thought if her husband came home early.

There was no reply from Alex, her husband. Lately its nature has changed. Dinar still faithfully served Alex, he took a glass of water to drink.

''Dinar, I want to talk, I want to get married again!'' alex said without saying stale.

Prorough...

The glass that had not been perfect landing just fell when he heard the word curse ejected perfectly from Alex's mouth.

Like dancing on a cloud and then being thrown into the square, sick and shocked, Dinar was silent for a moment, pushing away the tears that suddenly seeped out.

''But why, Alex? what's wrong?'' tanya Dinar interrupted her pain.

''You're good Dinar, it's just that I can't always be side by side with you when doing business, you embarrass me, my colleagues' wives are smart women, they have great taste, while you, you, my colleagues, are smart women, if I'm just going to sit in seclusion, Alex's petty, which makes Dinar even more disappointed.

''Didn't you know my background from the beginning and who I am?! why are you only currently having a problem?!''

Alex also did not understand why he was very accepting of the situation Dinar, and why now he became suing his wife.

''I want to get married again.''

Before long the shrill voice of the hells clashing against the marble floor approached, a graceful, elegant, and intelligent-looking woman presented herself from hiding. Without awkwardness and without feeling the woman introduced herself.

An expanding smile, the woman extended her hand, Miss Yoseph, introduce me to Sintya Yola, your honeymooner.''

There was no response from the Dinar, her tears kept flowing. Taking turns Dinar looked at her husband and the woman named Sintya Yola, Are you crazy? Alex, who you're playing with is heart, how can you beat me up? where's the love you were proud of? just because of social status!?'' furious Dinar.

''You have the right to be angry, so be angry, but I also have the right to make a choice, so accept it!" very relaxed with no sense of pity at all Alex said that. Sitting on the sofa, welcoming a warm embrace from Sintya, Dinar threw away his face.

"Excession! well if that is your choice, I accept, I also have the right to choose, I choose divorce!'' A single smile was engraved on Sintya's face.

''Elvis is coming with me, he will be the main heir to my company, passing on my royal blood, and you will get a quarter of my property, as compensation for your kindness during my time as a wife,'' alex said without turning his eyes to Sintya's face.

''Why does El have to come with one of you? where are Mom and Dad going? and why is Mom crying?'' the typical encircling voice of a small child also snatched the adult feud.

''El,'' call his mother. He was surprised by Elvis' presence, whether he heard and saw everything.

''Come to your room, I want to see the results of your drawing,'' invite Dinar to shift Elvis' focus on his parents' problems. He's too early to interfere, not good for his psyche.

Elvis said he walked where his mother pulled his hand, but the curious look he gave to the father, who immediately looked pias his face. Alex goes with Sintya.

''Wow, Mom's son is so great, can draw a car, so cool!'' praise Dinar, he immediately plied Elvis' face with a kiss, then took him in a hug.

Dinar hurts, his mind hurts so much, that he cries in the arms of his son, especially if he has to part with Elvis, the only treasure he has right now.

''Don't cry, ma'am, that tiny hand wiped away the rest of the tears that drenched Dinar's cheeks.

''El will go with Mom wherever it is, if indeed Dad does not want to accompany Mom, anyway Dad is busy working,'' elvis thought his mother was sad because her father did not want to accompany her mother to go somewhere.

''Mom is fine, let's get everything done, you have to eat a lot, I've cooked your favorite food too, '' Elvis obeyed.

****

That afternoon Dinar immediately left the house that he had been in for almost 7 years. Building a harmonious and loving household, and the presence of Elvis became a complement to the palace.

Today all melted into a memory alone, Dinar had to return to the place where he was supposed to live. She is no longer queen, she is not a queen consort with all things well-off and surrounded by maids.

Leave a piece of paper with thanks to Alex for wanting to build a household with him so far. Dinar also said he did not bring any items Alex gave, all jewelry and ATM left. He came empty-handed, only carrying his love, Alex. Now he is gone and brings his love, Elvis.

With the rest of his own savings, Dinar brought his only son to his hometown, Solo. Resettles a long-abandoned shabby hut. The home of her parents first. The only place for him to go is now.

Elvis was stunned to see a building that looked more like a chicken coop, wanted to ask but saw Dinar grieve he paled.

''El, I'm sorry, maybe El will no longer have good cars and many like the ones at Dad's house, ''' the radiance of sadness he can not cover, his eyes glazed again.

''If El comes with Dad, El won't stay in a place like this.

Little Elvis did not understand the problems of his Father and Mother, which he understood the most when his mother cried and his father was even indifferent, from there he concluded that his father was the one who had been evil.

''Mom, is this Grandpa and Grandma's house?'' asked Elvis, he did not even care about the words of the mother about cars, his eyes were attracted to the neighboring pets that were many times around the house, such as chickens and ducks.

Dinar nodded.

''Then what are you waiting for? Let's go in! Did Grandpa and Grandma also have such an animal?'' elvis spirit, he shows the cows and buffaloes who are coming home from the rice fields.

"Later I'll buy you a buffalo boy, you're ready to share your food, okay" Dinar promised Elvis.

"really? I'll have it too? does he want candy, too, Mom? his mouth is so big, I have to give him how much candy? does she have to drink milk too in order to grow as big and tall as Mom told me?" that's it, Elvis. There were many foreign things he had just encountered in such a place. And that made his adventurous soul rise up.

Eventually the gray ones return to the gray ones, unable to become white or black.

Dinar's life goes back to simple times. Leaving a glamorous life and learning to endure all the mediocre circumstances. Only Elvis was the reason to stay upbeat.