PRISONER CRUEL CEO
Chapter 17
Thirty minutes before.
"Rissya..."
Instantly Risya stopped her steps hearing that voice. Looking back, where the figure of the middle-aged man was now looking at him.
"Grandfather," Risya immediately approached. Help Grandpa get close to the couch.
The middle-aged man sat himself slowly on a single sofa. Still staring questioningly at his granddaughter who looked so neat this morning.
"Where are you going?" Grandfather Lingga with a suspicious look. Not usually his grandson looks so neat in the morning. Especially at this time the clock is still showing at 8 am.
It's too early to go out for a walk.
Risya was silent. It was not that he did not want to say his purpose to Grandfather, it was just that his tongue felt heavy to speak those words.
"This morning I'm going to the hospital. Atif's doctor called last night and said if there was anything important about Grandpa's health that he forgot to say last night" Risya told a lie.
Grandfather Lingga seemed to nod in understanding, "alright. Come back when you're done talking to Doctor Atif, Grandpa can't calm down if you're in that hospital too long."
Risya smiled wryly while nodding her head.
"Good, grandpa. Then I say goodbye first. I'll be right back."
Grandfather Lingga stared silently at Risya's back which slowly disappeared from behind the door. The middle-aged man just stared flat at it, not without reason because he reminded Risya to return quickly to the house.
Recalling the figure he had seen a few days earlier in the hospital, it made Grandpa Lingga unsettled if Risya wanted to go to the hospital.
'The dangerous twin brothers had to stay as far away from this family as possible. I will not let them get close, Grandfather Lingga's inner hold firmly a wooden stick in his hand.
"Grandfather!" The female figure suddenly rushed into Grandfather Lingga's embrace, making the middle-aged man startled and smiling happily when he found out who was hugging him.
"Ah, my grandson Liona." said Grandpa Lingga with a bright smile on his lips. Hugged his granddaughter whom he had not seen for a long time.
"Grandfather misses you so much" he said again. No matter around, not even realizing the figure standing not far from the living room.
The woman named Liona was increasingly hugging Lingga's grandfather tightly.
"Liona also misses Grandpa a lot. I think it's a long time to go back to this country" Liona said, letting go of her arms.
A little looked up at the face of the Grandfather who smiled so gently at him.
"Ah, yes." Liona looked back, "big brother why just stay there?"
Grandpa Lingga turned his eyes. Instantly his gaze turned flat on the figure of the man who was now approaching towards the living room while pulling Liona's suitcase.
"Sister Liorand?" call Liona when her twin brother is silent.
Liorand sighed softly. Removing the suitcase in her hand, she glanced at the young sister a few minutes away from her.
"Then, Brother paid a farewell to the company first. There are a lot of things that you have to do. Take a break before traveling, remember not to bother Grandpa. Grandpa just got out of the hospital" Liorand said. Turn around to get out of the living room.
"Sister not having breakfast? We had breakfast together after a long time. Oh, aye. Where is it, Mommy?" asked Liona looking around a little quiet.
"Your mother went to the hospital for a while. He'll be back soon, be patient." said Grandpa Lingga rubbing Liona's hair while resting her head on her thigh.
Liorand sighed softly seeing that. His chest was in great pain, but he tried to shake off all the envy in his heart.
"We'll have breakfast next time. Then, big sister's good-bye Liona."
Slowly Liorand's back disappeared from view.
Liona sighed softly, looking down with a sad face. He had not been in the house for a long time, but there was no change in the relationship between Brother and Grandpa. It always feels so gripping.
"Come, we eat with Grandpa." said Liona again smiling knots with a little look up at her grandfather's face.
"Come, baby."
***
Right now, Risya could only stay in place.
His brain continued to digest what he had just heard.
'In-he really is Li-Lion?! Ta-but how can it?!' batin Risya could not believe it.
Logan was releasing the grip of Lion's hand on the collar of his shirt. Sighs looking at her brother's tangled face.
Lion sighed furiously. Rubbed his face rough, then followed Logan's footsteps without looking back.
Risya who saw that, intended to pursue her second move.
“Li—“
However, Risya's steps came to a halt when a hand was on his shoulder. Risya looked back, looking at her Son with an irregular breath.
"Mommy all right?" ask Liorand who just arrived.
The man frowned for a moment after entering the lobby and found the figure of the Mother standing still not far from him. Liorand immediately approached her mother, but what she saw right now made Liorand startled
This was the first time he had seen such a difficult expression on his mother's face.
Risya did not answer. He looked back and no longer saw the two men.
"Hiks!" Risya's body rumbled onto the floor, leaving Liorand shocked.
"Mommy!"
Risya was crying nonstop. To take out all the grief he had endured without caring for the voice of his Son's worry.
Not far from there, a male figure was seen hiding behind a wall while crossing his arms across his chest. Quiet with a flat face.
"Huh." He sighed softly, straightening his body while putting his hand into the pocket of his cloth pants.
"Daddy.." he stepped away.
***
The sound of pens clashing with paper could be heard filling the Emperor's room.
The man was seen sitting quietly in his great chair with his hands constantly moving endlessly handling some important documents.
Suddenly, the Emperor's hand movements came to a halt. The man was speechless with his flat face, glancing at the glazed windows that exposed the other buildings.
"Funny," said the Emperor with a small smile recalling the woman who was trembling nonstop this morning.
The emperor breathed a rough sigh. Throw the rough pen in his hand onto the table, then lean his rough back against the chair.
"There's no answer yet." the Emperor murmured.
"Did he underestimate me?" continued.
The Emperor smiled cunningly on his lips. Clenching both hands tightly.
"Damn it! No more words of apology for you." cursed the Emperor with an angry look.
The Emperor's gaze was distracted as his flat object trembled on the table. Slowly he reached out to grab his phone, speechless as he looked at the name on the screen.
The emperor swiped the green icon on the screen, then brought the object closer to the ear.
"Hello, Auntie." greet the Emperor gently on the figure across the phone.
"Hello, Emperor. How are you?"
"Good, Aunt. Aunt herself how? Om wouldn't be mad if I asked like this, would I?" the Emperor joked a little.
The sound of the clumsiness sounded across.
"No. Just chill. Good news, it's just..."
The Emperor frowned, turning the chair to face the glass window. Patiently waiting for the figure across the phone to speak again.
"Today can you meet Adelia?"
The Emperor's body stiffened. Swallowing his rough saliva which suddenly felt so difficult to pass through the throat.
"Emperor? Are you still there?"
"Yes, Auntie." replied the Emperor, touching his suddenly tense nape.
"So, how? What can?"
