The Art of Seviyorum (I Love You)

37. Humairas.

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"Yeeeay, vacation!" Asha exclaimed happily. The 8-year-old girl looked excited, jumping up and down the stairs.

"Miss careful!" Nina ran down from the top floor. Chasing after Asha who had almost reached the last step of the stairs.

"I can do it!" Asha was still fumbling around, humming and singing Tasya's song 'The holidays have arrived' in her cute voice.

"Khm!" Asha immediately stopped stepping, as well as her singing. Asha looked at the woman she knew as Grandma Arzhu with fear, "Ashakira! You are from a beautiful family. You can't keep your attitude!" Arzhu crossed her chest, looking at Asha while shaking her head slowly. "From tomorrow, you'll have to take a Krama lesson."

"Miss, but Miss Asha is still a child" Nina said softly.

"It's because he's a kid. He had to learn the Kramas before he humiliated this family later!" Arzhu just passed by. Leaving Asha and Nina who were still standing near the stairs.

"Sister Nina, what is the Krama lesson?"

"Sir, how do you explain it?" Nina looked confused, "oh yeah. Those manners lessons, like Miss, should learn to be more polite and also independent, maybe," Nina said, getting weaker. Asha was not satisfied with Nina's answer.

"Yes, it's up to Grandma. Why doesn't he like me? But I like it big brother! Bummer!" Asha walked over while stomping her feet to the floor. Nina could only shake her head to look at her little miss.

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    Revan sat on the sofa looking at the scene before him. The tall, golden-light tower became a boring sight for Revan. How not, even though this is his first vacation with his two children, but instead Revan misses Lisa who until now does not know where she is.

   Revan can imagine how fun the holidays are this time with his wife and children. But alas, the words already spoken cannot be taken back. Revan once said to save Lisa without caring for the child in her womb. Now, neither of them have any news. Not Lisa, not even the child in the womb.

"Dad ...." Asha's slow voice sounded faint. Revan immediately smiled to welcome his 8-year-old daughter. The little girl replied with a sweet smile.

"What's up, baby?" revan asked as he looked at Asha who stood up while looking at Revan expectantly.

"I'm a bosen," whispered Asha softly. Revan frowned, moving his hand for Asha to get closer to him. Asha walked up to Revan and sat down next to him.

"It's a shame, tomorrow I take a walk."

"Promise?" Asha stretched out her little finger.

"Promise!" Revan fears his little finger with Asha's little finger.

"Yeeeeay!" Revan smiled as Asha hugged him tightly. The man returned his embrace while occasionally wiping Asha's broken hair.

"Asha, don't you miss Mommy?" the question Revan asked made Asha look glum.

"I miss Mother very much. Dad, do you know where Mother is?" Revan shook his head. Then took off the hug from his daughter.

"Dad again find Mommy, later if Mommy has met, surely I will tell you."

"Yes Dad, later if I meet Mommy, say the same Mother if Asha kangeen very much with Mommy." Revan nodded.

"Yes, baby."

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"Fruit, will not fall, far from the tree!" the thin mustachioed man smiled, then gave a map to Murat. The half-century man chuckled softly.

"Aren't you the same?"

"Zayan, after he graduated from elementary school. I will send him to the sect you manage!" murat.

"You sure, sir? Young master Arezha is very talented in business? Why do you want him to be an agent?"

"You don't know? I want him to learn how to survive in the dark world, before he crawls into the business world."

"Sir, isn't it too rash to make a decision now?"

"You think so?" Murat opened the file that Zayan had thrust on him.

"Master, I think young master Arezha is better off in the business world."

"No! To me, Ezha is the potential heir of the family business and also the heir to run the company's elite security office."

"You better think back about it. Moreover, Madam Humaira also already had another son besides Young Master Arezha."

"What if he doesn't meet the criteria?"

"You have to shape it. You have to make young Lord Athala the way you want!"

"No! I don't want to make him my puppet. But, for your proposal just now. I'll think about it!" Zayan smiled.

"I have to get back to work. Sorry to interrupt your time, Mr. Murat."

"Yes, get back to work. Remember, my family's security depends on the Elite security office you're running right now."

"Yes Sir. I understand, I'm sorry." Zayan left Murat's office. While the owner of the room immediately looked at the door of the room that had been closed since.

"Get out!" his orders. A woman wearing office clothes appeared from inside the room.

"I'm sorry, I came at an inopportune time."

"What made you dare to get out of the mansion and come here?"

"Grandfather, I know I was wrong. But, I want to know the reason you kidnapped me," the woman stood in front of Murat's oversized table.

"You think ...?" the woman fell silent.

"Is it because of Mas Revan?" tanyakanya. Murat. Then rub the corner of his watery eyes.

"You don't feel like you're not needed in this family?" Murat stood up from his seat. He took his phone and gave it to the woman.

"This ... what?"

"You don't know? It's a baby photo. Your child!"

"What?"

To be Continue ....