The Imperfect Eve
Part (25)
"I didn't mean to steal Miss Cansu's words..."
"Cansu. Just Cansu." Cansu's speech cuts off Arsen's talk.
"It's okay. I can understand it." Connect Cansu again. His thin lips carved a sincere smile as if they were new old friends discovered by fate.
"Austin's? Hearing that name from Miss Cansu makes me believe that you have a special relationship. Am I wrong?" Arsen looked at Cansu with a question mark, he did not expect to hear the answer. It was just that he was too curious, and it was fishing to his curiosity. Whether he was wrong or not, he only thought for a moment, then decided to parse his question.
"He's special, to me." Celsu Cansu. He stood up from the wooden chair, then walked over to the iron fence of the balcony barrier. The girl stared at the moon, the light was calming.
"Did staring at the moon make you remember your past?" Arsen who was standing behind Cansu again asked, answered once pushing his curiosity deeper about the strange girl in front of him.
Yes, for Arsen, Cansu is still a strange girl who jumps into his room. He hasn't forgotten everything, but he's still talking to Cansu.
Instead of answering Arsen's question, Cansu instead looked at the man with an unreadable gaze, her shade net narrowed perfectly. Honestly, it knocked Arsen's heart until the man looked the other way, he could not stand such a face by Cansu Abigail.
"Why look at me like that?"
"I'm curious." Reply to Cansu by itself.
"Responding for what?" Arsen asked back.
"I was astonished and stressed. Why did young master Arsen ask me? And I was confused whether to answer it or not. If I answer, it's definitely bothering me. And if I don't answer, I'm afraid to hurt your heart." Said Cansu without taking his gaze off Arsen's handsome face.
"Don't answer if it's going to upset your heart and mind. I don't want to be a thorn that will wake up old wounds." Said Arsen while thrusting a thick blanket for Cansu, the night felt very cold on the balcony. As a sign of his concern Arsen gave his blanket to Cansu, not meaning anything.
Cansu swallowed the saliva hearing Arsen's speech. He did not expect that man would talk like that in front of him. And after saying that Arsen went straight into his room. Cansu was left alone, accompanied by the moon and the cold of the night that increasingly pierced to his bones.
Ten minutes later.
Cansu was already in his room, he performed three rakaat prayers before boarding his bed. To be honest, Cansu has been used to perform the prayer since he was a teenager.
The Prophet shalallah 'alaihi wa salallam said. "Your prayers, O al-Qur'an, verily Allah is Witir (freak) and loves the witir (strange). (Shahihul Jami' - 2538)
Cansu always used to do small things that would make him love his religion more. The thing that he regretted the most until now, he has not straightened his intentions and strengthened his resolve to hijab. The girl knew she was wrong, but her heart was still unsure. In his heart he prayed that the power would forgive his sins.
And after the prayer witir, Cansu immediately prepared to sleep. He drowned his slender body under a thick blanket.
"God, I'm sorry. For every khilaf I do." Said Cansu while closing his eyes. Just as he had closed his eyes, Austin's shadow immediately disturbed him. The man stuck a thorn in his heart until Cansu still hated him.
"Never show up in front of me. I'll break your arm." Cansu's great-grandson while trying to return to close his eyes, he forced himself to sleep even though he was not yet sleepy. Remembering that tomorrow was his first session of therapy for Mr. Lefrand without rejection made him palpitate a little.
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