The Future King's

Eps 132

"Niza" Shouted Iswara, waking up from her slumber.

The night was thick, the mansion was deserted and the clock showed at eleven o'clock at night.

Iswara moved, sitting on the edge of the bed with her feet on the floor.

"Daniza you're okay, aren't you?!" Iswara muttered, patting her chest and after that re-justifying her hair tie, curling her hair with a perfect plash.

Krieett

Iswara pulled the door of the room for the first time, slowly so that no one woke up or disturbed.

White sleepwear covers the eyes of the legs, the sleeves are long. Iswara's steps were very slow as he went down the stairs.

The mansion was dark and there were only a few rooms that were luminous and it was dim.

"What are you doing?"

"Gosh"

Almost Iswara fell tripping on her own feet. Squeezing his chest in shock, he did not even hold a glass on the table in the kitchen so shocked.

Iswara's eyes even circled to and fro, not seeing Zevan who was already sitting next to the others.

"Sister" Clapped Zevan once again.

"Gosh" Iswara said again, she immediately turned to Zevan.

"Sister hungry? Do I want to make some warm milk? I want to make it, so let it be!" Zevan said, get up from his seat and prepare the chocolate, then boil the water.

Zevan still did not hear the voice of Iswara, then turned back.

"Or do you want to eat?" Zevan asked back, Iswara looked Zevan in the eyes and then looked down occasionally turning her gaze there.

"Warm milk can?"

Finally Iswara spoke. Zevan puts on a big smile.

"certainly could. I'll make it a little while!" Zevan is more excited.

The smell of chocolate milk in the middle of the night is as fragrant as all the inhabitants are used to it in the middle of the night because it must be Zevan the culprit, but for tonight not only Zevan but also Iswara is in the kitchen.

Iswara sat on the chair, facing Zevan who was processing the chocolate milk deftly.

"This is for the beautiful!." Zevan made it for Iswara.

The sparkle from Iswara's eyes was visible, Zevan smiled gently again. "Sister will definitely like it" Zevan said.

"Did you ever drink chocolate at night? We all especially mommy's sons really like it" Zevan chatted. Zevan talks a lot, whatever he says.

Evidently from Iswara's twinkle in the eye, if she had never enjoyed the smell of chocolate milk that was now in her presence. The smoke continued to be absorbed by Iswara.

"I can make this every night if you want!" Zevan volunteered but Iswara still enjoyed the chocolate milk.

"really? What can?" The rays of pleasure slowly emerged from Iswara's face.

Although she had a good foster mother and foster sister, but she was never this comfortable. Moreover, his adoptive brother who is so rowdy and naughty, making him not at home.

"By dong kak. With pleasure!" Zevan Seru.

Iswara's smile widened until his eyes narrowed and the shallow basin at the temple was clearly visible.

"Oh yeah, just call Zevan if you have anything. Our room is next door!" Zevan.

Zevan noticed Iswara was different from the others, he did not dare to look into his eyes for long, even though he was still a child.

Zevan had to look again, did Iswara just on him not dare to stare? It seemed that if it was wrong, it meant that out of his many families, a new Iswara girl was guarding his eyes and shyly staring as she spoke.

"If that's what Zevan came back first, brother!" Pamit Zevan's. Zevan stopped his steps for a moment.

"So when hungry, mommy does not provide instant noodles here, so most tonight you eat fruit first!" Zevan approached the refrigerator.

"There is no food here either, it looks like it's gone! There are only fruits. Brother wants?!"

Zevan continued to nyerocos, Iswara also listened to the occasional smile at both corners of her lips widened. It is likely that he was happy to hear the words as well as the intonation and tone of speech of Zevan.

"Zevan" Iswara said, stopping Zevan from reviewing the fruit. "You rest, I can peel the fruit myself!" Iswara was about to take over the sharp blade with a gentle look.

"It doesn't matter, brother, I can do it!" Reject Zevan with his little ruckus.

"No need, I can too!" Iswara does not want to lose.

"Iti—" Zevan pushes the plate with lightning fast apples and melons already peeled clean. Iswara booed, feeling so fast the boy in front of her peeling the fruit.

"Zevan to the top first! Have a break." Pamit Zevan and now lives himself sitting in the kitchen chair.

Not long after, Iswara returned to the room with a plate of fruit and milk chocolate in her hand. Slowly climb up the stairs like the first one came down earlier.

...**...

Rayya was talking on the phone, typical voice of Leo sounded heavy, in addition to his age that is not young anymore.

"Is that all his business? If that's enough outside just finish what's connected to your family, especially Asnee."

"Yes Uncle"

"The market is legal, baby. So don't be so deep in her prying! Asnee's wife-to-be business will be done, so try not to get anyone involved with them again"

"Yes Uncle, Rayya knows!" Rayya.

"Just keep the plaque, just in case..." Leo came back from across the street.

"But Uncle Wait—" Rayya sharpened her hearing.

"Well, baby why?" Leo is back.

"Where is the uncle?" Rayya's eyes probing in her room still sharpen her hearing.

"Uncle is on his way home. Why?" Leo asked.

"Lies" Cetus Rayya.

"Lied how? It's late at night, you rest!"

As the connection is broken, Rayya grows increasingly suspicious of his uncle's whereabouts and again the contact he is connected to is his country code.

"Uncle, you're still careless" murmured Rayya but with his sly smile.

In the palace already deserted, it seemed like the people were already preparing for a break.

Rayya also changed his clothes with jeans and a shirt on a thick jacket. "They just came back?" In hiding, Rayya sees Dad and his Uncle just returned.

"Tumben" murmured Rayya. He also went out in secret.

...***...