Prisoner of Love Casanova

CHAPTER 39

Surabaya, November 10, 2021 

Anindya had just arrived at the ancient wooden house but it looked so neat and clean. This is his home now, a place he once made as a residence when he was a child first with his parents.

The house is a relic house of Anin's father's grandmother. Her grandmother had died so that now the house was empty, but now no longer, Anin would be the occupant of the house now.

"Yaey, Alhamdulillah, my son, we got here." Anindya murmured rubbing her stomach.

Anindya sighed, she smilingly stared at the expanse of rice fields and the glitter of lights visible from her bedroom window. For some reason he suddenly remembered the house of Arsen, more precisely remembered the man.

"Forget Anin, Mr. Arsen is no longer your boss and assume you never see him!" anindya's jolt hit her own face slowly.

Anindya moved from her seat, choosing to clean herself and change her clothes before resting.

Elsewhere, Arsen clasped the glass in his hand firmly. The look in his eyes was red laden with anger in them, his firm jaw imprinted so clearly.

"Find it again, I want Assa back. SEARCH!!! YOU NEED TO FIND AND FIND ASSA!!" Arsen said, ending with a shout and throwing a glass that floated right on the wall of the room.

"Good, Boss." Reply one of Arsen's men assured.

Arsen massaged his painful temple, he sat back down and immediately thought why Anindya was so brave that she took a step away from him.

"Assa, why did you leave me." Arsen murmured softly.

Arsen groaned frustratedly, he immediately came out of his room to return home. His heart hoped that when he got home, he would be able to see Anin who greeted him with a sweet and warm smile.

Arsen drives a car at a fairly high speed, after all, the day has gone and the road is quite quiet. It took less than an hour for Arsen to reach his yard.

"Issa." Call Arsen excitedly as you step into the house.

"Arsen, are you home?" madam Meena approached her son.

"Arsen, did you forget that Anindya was gone." Madam Meena answered while rubbing her son's shoulder.

When Arsen's face changed, the man looked at the mother and took turns to walk in the big room of his house. Right, there was no Anindya there, no smile and fragrant of the woman's body and the house, looking so silent in the absence of Anindya.

"Arsen, forget the woman and marry Clara. Clara can also give you children and grandchildren for Mommy." Madam Meena tried to make her son understand.

"Stop, Mom. I'm not arguing, so don't talk about anything that can provoke my emotions!" Reply Arsen lazily.

Arsen sighed, speechlessly he immediately went up to his room. His head was only filled with Anindya, even when he crossed paths with Clara, Arsen was silent.

Arriving at the room, Arsen entered and did not forget to lock the door. Arsen closed his eyes, inhaling deeply the air that still left the fragrant scent of Anindya's body there.

Arsen stepped closer to the bed, he lay down where Anin used to sleep. The pillow that he always made his head lace managed to leave the fragrant aroma of mint that comes from Anindya's hair.

Arsen longs, he misses rubbing Anindya's long hair even now he should be wiping the large belly of the woman who is pregnant with her child.

"Assa, why are you leaving. Why go and leave me and bring our son." Murmuring Arsen, his eyes turned to the pillow as if he was talking to Anindya.

Arsen dropped his head on the pillow, he hugged the blanket and imagined that he was hugging Anindya. Let's say that Arsen is crazy, only one day left by Anindya but his appearance has been a little chaotic.

However, Arsen still did not realize what he did wrong until Anindya chose to leave.

Arsen is a cowardly and very unstable man, used to live freely without commitment to make him never think about the feelings of others including Anindya, the poor woman Arsen held captive for several months until she finally chose to leave.

WRONG, NO LONGER SELF-AWARE

Up again, I went to school. See you readers beautiful and handsome 😗

To be continued