The Love of the Stepchild

CHAPTER 40. Happy, worried, taku.

Still at the same time.

The security guard of the mansion's gate immediately stood up, upon seeing someone coming out of the taxi car that stopped right in front of the gate.

"Like Young Master Nofal," he muttered half-run to open the gate.

"How are you, sir?" greeting Nofal after seeing Security approaching and opening the gate.

"Ah, Young Master. You have returned welcome Young Master," said the security guard with a feeling of happiness clearly drawn on his face.

"Thank you, sir." Nofal then looked around the mansion. "The situation is still the same, sir? I feel like I've been gone a long time."

"Yes, Young Master. Still the same, no change" replied the security with a smile.

"Yes already, sir. Just go to work again, I want to go inside." Nofal walked towards the front porch of the main door.

But before opening the door, the old woman came out, bi Jum came to greet him.

"Young Master, you've come home, Auntie is happy to see it." Bi Jum smiled widely.

"Kirain Bi Jum, Young Master is still long in prison" he said again.

Nofal smiled back, his mind remembered the incident a few days ago, his conversation with Radit while visiting him.

"Dad, please help me get out of here, Dad." Nofal clenched his hands in front of his chest.

"Nofal promises won't repeat vices again, Dad. Please Nofal, Dad?" please again.

Radit breathed a heavy sigh. "Daddy can help you get out of here as fast as you can."

Nofal was happy to hear the sentence his father had just said, because knowing for his father as a rich man must not be difficult to free himself.

But the follow-up sentence that his father spoke, made Nofal immediately swallow a rough saliva.

"You're free, but you'll live your life like an ordinary person, Daddy won't give you any facilities ... But if you want to do business Daddy will give capital on the condition that you have to succeed."

"There's no such thing as an artist or celebrity anymore, Daddy doesn't agree" he said.

There was no choice, nofal nodded in agreement, the important thing was to be free again.

And this is where he is now, no matter how his father does, essentially now he is free.

"Hello ... Tuan Muda was dumbfounded" said Bi Jum, moving his hands in front of Nofal's face.

"Eh, Bi Jum yes I daydream." Nofal.

"There is only one ... Yes, please rest, Young Master." Bi Jum.

Nofal walked inside, through the living room and then climbed the stairs to the third floor feeling happy.

Until his footsteps stepped on the third floor, but when he wanted to step toward his room saw the door of his father's room open.

"Didn't everyone work? Who's inside?" His heart was curious to try to see.

But after standing in the doorway his eyes immediately saw a sight that was impossible for him.

Zeon and Zelea hugged.

"Everyone has the right to love anyone .. there is no prohibition at all, but ... Love sometimes doesn't have to have."

The first sentence that Nofal heard from Zelea's lips. His blood immediately boiled.

Then he heard nothing more, only to see Zelea sobbing, and Zeon hugging the woman even more tightly.

Nofal heard Zelea again.

"Must be free ... Don't let Daddy be disappointed."

His hands clenched, disappointed? that's how he felt, feeling like he was having a nightmare to see the sight of two people hugging.

Nofal closed his eyes, controlling himself so that his anger did not explode, before finally entering the room.

"So this is what you do!" Nofal stared intently at the two of them.

The deg!

Zelea and Zeon both froze at each other hearing the voice of someone they both knew.

Zeon and Zelea let go of each other's arms, if Zeon remained calm because he was ready for the consequences.

Unlike Zelea, the woman was currently very worried, what else happened to Nofal, surely Nofal would take advantage of this problem to report to Radit.

"Zeon, I want to talk to you." Nofal left the room.

Before Zeon went after Nofal, first holding Zelea's shoulder, looking deeply into the eyes of the woman he loved. "Calm ... Everything's gonna be okay."

Zeon smiled, his hands tidying up Zelea's partially messy hair in front of his face.

Zelea still showed a worried expression, to her surprise when she felt the soft flesh clinging to her right cheek.

Zeon kissed her, then walked out of the room.

How could he possibly behave so sweetly in such a crucial moment, inner Zelea. His hand rubbed his cheek.

The end of this situation mixed Zelea felt. There is happiness, worry, and fear.

Zelea closed the door and locked it from the inside.

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"You're crazy!" nofal snapped when Zeon was already sitting in his father's study.

Nofal was still standing behind him, his face still angry.

Zeon sat with one leg resting on the other, not feeling anxious at all.

"I'm not crazy, I'm sane" he replied so casually.

Nofal turned around and approached Zeon and grabbed Zeon's collar. "She's not a good woman ... Don't let you regret it" he said with emphasis.

Zeon smiled slightly. "Thank you for worrying about me."

Nofal took off the collar of the Zeon shirt he was holding, heaving a heavy sigh, his eyes looking straight ahead. "But Daddy now don't be a loser." Nofal smiled sinisterly towards Zeon. "Please with stepmother."

"Ok," Zeon replied quite boldly.

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In the afternoon, precisely at five in the afternoon, Zelea should schedule a flight abroad, but must be delayed because of the problems obtained at this time.

Zelea clasped her hands tightly, it was cold she was so nervous, and the time to give an explanation had come.

When the man who had been so kind to her had now entered the room.

Zelea got up from her seat and approached Radit. "Mas Radit ..." said Zelea, hugging Radit's legs. "I'm sorry, Mom." Zelea cried.

Zelea did not hear Radit speak a word, but she knew that Radit was angry with her.

What I've done has hurt men as well as Mas Radit, inner Zelea regrets.

"I'm sorry, Mom." Zelea hugged Radit's leg which had just flinched.

To the point of hearing a sentence that makes his tongue stiff to answer.

"Do you love Zeon, as my son loves you."

Radit's tone of voice is not rude, but implied meaning hurt. His heart could only say sorry.

"Be quiet I think it's right" Radit continued.

Furthermore both speechless, Zelea could only cry, and still curled Radit's legs.

"I set you free to fall in love with anyone but don't be my son! Why my son!"

Zelea's cry grew more and more into hearing Radit's scream just now.