PRISONER CRUEL CEO

Chapter 12

"Emperor..."

Instantly the Emperor jolted from his daydream. The man turned his head to look at the worried looking Mother beside him.

"Yes, Mom?" said the Emperor stared fixedly at Rania's eyes that were so soothing, to make him momentarily forget the problem.

"Are you okay?" Rania asked doubtfully. He had been watching his eldest son.

Ever since the Emperor entered Raila's nursery, the man had been daydreaming more without taking out a word.

Yes, although basically his son was quite quiet. He misses his little son.

The Emperor smiled gently in response to the Mother's question. He nodded slowly, "i'm fine, Mom. No need to worry."

The Emperor took his mother's hand. Grasping it tightly, until the sound of silence makes him turn his eyes to the source of the sound.

The figure of the middle-aged man was now staring at him sharply, like staring at an enemy that was ready to be obliterated. Who else if not his father.

"I'm your son, Dad" said the Emperor, releasing his hands into Rania's hands. Shifting his gaze with a feeling of annoyance due to his Father's hostile gaze.

Revan didn't listen to that. He stepped slowly leaving his seat near the sofa where the Emperor and Rania were.

"Sit near the gurney there" said Revan, more precisely the order.

The emperor sighed softly. Rise up from his seat approaching the seat of the father's previous seat.

While Rania shook her head to see her husband's behavior that was slightly childish, but funny.

"Next time don't want to." said Revan suddenly, after landing his body next to Rania.

The woman turned her head to look questioningly at the man beside her.

"What?" rania asked slowly, only remaining silent as Revan put his head on her lap.

"That kid. Don't want to" said Revan with an annoyed face.

"But he's our son. Why so jealous?" rania said while rubbing her husband's hair.

Revan sighed softly, "but he's still a man."

Both of Rania's eyes blinked a few times. His son is not a man?

"She was born because you know, too," Rani annoyed, making Revan turn his eyes the other way with pursed lips.

"Yes, he's still a man." - Kept Revan.

Rania tight. The woman was confused as to what to respond. Want to get angry, but later the husband more sulking.

While the Emperor who sat on the side seat of the Brankar could only bathe with his flat face.

'I heard quite clearly from here, Daddy.' the inner Emperor while shaking his head.

For a moment the man fell silent. His eyes were fixed on his sister's face. The Emperor reached out his hand slowly, grabbing onto Raila's long hair with a wistful look.

'I found it, Raila. The one who made you in this place.' The inner Emperor conveyed, as if Raila heard it.

'I will make him feel painful suffering...' The Emperor paused his words in heart. Again the doubt came without being asked to his heart.

'Do you think you made a mistake?' the Inner Emperor asked. Her silent gaze felt so heart-wrenching, without being asked to have her tears just drip down her cheeks.

The Emperor wiped away the tears on his cheeks quickly.

If anything could be changed by then, the Emperor wanted to be the one who got hit. So that his sister can enjoy the day calmly and realize all the things she wants to do.

"Sister, what if we take a walk to Milan. I want to visit Aunty Zara and vacation there."

"Wake, Raila. Don't you want to go visit Aunty Zara? Get up, and we'll go together. This time Brother will grant you anything you want to do without delaying it. Wake up, brother please." said the Emperor again sobbing.

The middle-aged couple could only stay on the sofa in the room. They were silent with thoughts glaring deep into the past.

When the Emperor was a child, he could do anything for his brother. Whatever Raila wants, the Emperor will do whatever it takes.

Until adulthood, the Emperor kept prioritizing Raila. No matter how busy he is, if his sister asks to meet then the Emperor will come soon. Although his face was only a flat expression in sight, but his sense of regret was immeasurable.

Revan and Rania gasped when they heard the sound. At once they turned towards the Emperor who was now seen moving from his seat.

"Mom, Dad, I go home first." said the Emperor who was now standing at the exit.

"Have you wanted to come back?" rania asked, hesitating to see the expression on her son's face.

The Emperor nodded slowly without looking at his parents.

"I forgot I had to do some important things."

"alright. Be careful on the road, don't push yourself too hard if you can't. Rest don't forget, as busy as you take care of two companies, if it's hard tell Daddy." said Revan, sitting with a difficult gaze interpreted towards his son.

For some reason, she suddenly felt bad.

"Okay, Dad." replied the Emperor then opened the door and walked out.

Shortly after the Emperor came out, Rania looked at her husband's suddenly serious face.

"What's wrong?" Rania asked as she rubbed her husband's tense back.

"It's okay." replied Revan briefly, "it's just that the Emperor's current facial expression reminds me of the past."

Revan's thoughts suddenly led to his bad habits at the age of 25. Where when the state of sadness and despair, he will vent his anger on others regardless of feathers. It's either a man or a woman.

'Yes, hopefully not so.' Revan's mind closed both his eyes.

***

Silent silence ruled a room, where a female figure was seen sleeping soundly on the cold floor curled up.

The sound of footsteps entering the room was heard, making the woman restless in her sleep.

A pair of legs stopped the step beside the woman's body. The look of the figure felt so cold and sharp like a dagger.

"Aragh!" Adelia screamed in her sleep. Instantly opened his closed eyelids. His tiny hand tried to release the burly hand that was now strangling his neck, making him have trouble breathing.

"To-please," Adelia shrieked with a puddle of tears visible in her eye patch.

The burly hand released a giggle at Adelia's neck, making Adelia sigh in relief and immediately inhale the voracious oxygen.

"Aragh!" the woman screamed again when her hair was targeted.

"Sa-sickness. I'm mo-please let go! Sa-sick!" lirih Adelia who can no longer hold back her tears.

Adelia's breath was stuck in her throat when now the face of the figure she was afraid of was right in front of her face, so she could stare fixedly into dark blue eyes that seemed to drown her at any time.

"Sa-sick, Tu-Tuan" said Adelia, hoping that the Emperor would remove the pull on her hair. She felt pain, as if all her hair was about to fall off with her scalp.

However, Adelia was wrong. He had forgotten that the figure before him did not even care about that wailing gaze.

Without taking out a word, the Emperor rose from his position and pulled the rough hair of Adelia. Dragging the woman's body towards the bathroom door without heeding the screams of pain she heard.

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