The Imperfect Eve
Part (29)
At 20:00, Cansu had just finished praying Isya when the phone he placed on the nightstand received dozens of short messages.
He was too lazy even to read a short message, Cansu who knew even guessed that the series of incoming messages must be from Mehek who was curious whether he had met Austin or not.
Remembering the man, or just saying his name makes Cansu upset. He did not want to see the man again, even in a dream. Let the past pass and let it no longer be revealed. If the past is about suffering, what do you think? It will only destroy happiness. And that's what Cansu did, still leaving his past behind so that the happiness that had just risen in his life still persisted.
Really, the effects of the showdown last afternoon at the bank. All over Cansu's body ached all over. In fact, his arm was scratched by the new shards of glass he treated after he arrived at the Lefrand mansion.
And this is where Cansu is now, in his favorite place, a balcony located on the third floor of the Lefrand mansion. The place is so vast, no one will know when Cansu sits alone at night to calm his soul that was once shaken by the Austin bastard.
"Is it really painful?"
Cansu surprised. He did not expect anyone would come at night to the balcony where the wind was unbearable, cold.
"Little." Reply Cansu while looking back, there is Arsen there. The man came with a bottle of alcohol in his right hand. Honestly, Cansu felt uncomfortable looking at the bottle. How else, he was only a guest in this magnificent mansion and not his path to scold the owner of the house who wanted to drink the illicit drink.
"Give it to me." Arsen sat on the left side seat of Cansu, he placed his bottle on the table. Unasked he begins to help Cansu and ties the bandage to Cansu's deflated arm. Cansu did not refuse because he was indeed unable to bind it properly.
"I saw the news. It turns out that our Cansu is very brave." Arsen said flattering the woman sitting nearby. For the first time in his life Arsen felt comfortable talking to women. And that is the truth.
The two words revolve around the memory of Cansu's brain, whether it's an Arsenic form expressing his feelings, or just flattery, Cansu doesn't know that. What was clear was that he was happy, his frustration with Austin as if swallowed by the sweet words of an Arsenio Lefrand, a handsome man with a myriad of beautiful charms.
"What about the therapy? Did Daddy make trouble?" Arsen again opened his voice between the silence of the air, his hands were still busy bandaging Cansu's wounds.
"Haha!" Cansu laughed, Arsen's question provoked him.
"Why? Is there anything funny?" Arsen stared at the shady netra of Cansu, there were millions of peace there.
"Yes." Yeah." Answer Cansu briefly.
"The funny thing is you, because you think Mr. Lefrand is the source of the problem. Just so you know, he's a good guy. Unlike you, when we first met, you were as small as a honey mango." Seloroh Cansu was unable to release a smile from her beautiful face.
"What's? Wryly?" Arsen accidentally pressed Cansu's arm wrapped in bandages.
"aww. It hurts." Cansu's great-grandson with a face made as miserable as possible. Suddenly it made Arsen surprised, he quickly grabbed Cansu's arm, rubbed gently to blow it, hoping his sweet treatment could eliminate the pain in the pain of the girl ayu in front of him.
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