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48. Back Worried

The son gasped from his sleep, when he felt someone was gently peeping his forehead. He opened his eyes and looked at Alia who was tidying up the location of the blanket that covered part of his body. Alia looked very worried and attentive to herself. Therefore, the Son allowed Alia to do this to herself, until Alia realized that the Son had awakened and was watching him.

"Sorry, you woke up because of me?" Alia looks so sorry.

"It's okay." Sahut Putra while continuing to look at Alia who looks very beautiful at the end of this afternoon. Alia wears a green dress with a low chest cut. The floral dress looks more attractive on Alia's beautiful body and white skin. As for Alia's hair, the girl accidentally rolled up all her long hair and was clamped with pauses. And that afternoon also Alia looked very fresh, because she had bathed and polished her face with very thin makeup, but it looked sweet.

"Wake up, have some tea...? We'll have tea on the porch there." Alia pointed at the veranda of the room.

The son was still stunned staring at the beautiful face of Alia. For some reason, his heart began to feel melted with the mixed Indonesian and Belgian girl.

"It's pretty.." Her muttering.

"What?" Ask Alia gently. He had heard the Son muttering, but he did not hear clearly what the Son said.

"I mean yes. I want to."

"Oh.." Alia smiled sweetly and left the room.

"So soon, I told my assistant to make us some tea."

"Yes.." The son nodded and continued to stare at Alia without even blinking.

"It's amazing.. it turns out.. hmmm.he's quite tempting."

"Ah.. but what am I thinking? I'm going to marry Tasya.." The son patted his forehead and shook his head. He tried to lie the charm of Alia that attracted his heart.

Not long after, Alia reappeared in the room. He entered the room with a sweet smile on his lips.

"Let's just wait for the tea on the porch." Alia tried to embrace Putra with the intention of wanting to help the man to walk and sit on the veranda of the room located on the second floor. But Putra flinching, he looked at Alia closely. They were glued to each other, just as they were sitting together in the Son's car when they first walked together.

"Come.." Bisik Alia's.

Son swallows his salivary. He continued to look at the soft lips of Alia that he had tasted at that time. Then the gaze of the Son fell on the chest of Alia who looked so ripe at the age of not even twenty years. The two limbs of Alia who once touched the Son gently, which made Alia had a craze because of it.

"Come.." Alia said again.

"Ah. yes." The son tried to get out of bed, assisted by Alia and walked towards the veranda of the room.

"Here's the view straight there." Alia pointed at the sun that was beginning to sink, as well as the orange-colored sky to the beautiful brass.

"Beautiful right?" Connect Alia.

"D-yes." The son looks very groggy. He threw his eyes towards the sunset.

"Hmmm... How do you feel?" Ask Alia.

"Ba-good."

"Yourself, I'm sorry, if my papa...

"It's okay, I deserve it." Cut Son.

Alia looked at the Son carefully. Then he touched the soft cheek of the Son who still looks bruised due to a blow from Anton's bodyguard.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"What?" The son returned Alia's shady gaze this afternoon, making himself comfortable with the look in his eyes.

The son fell silent, he lowered his gaze and tried to think what words were appropriate to answer the question of the girl who was still his student status.

"Am I ugly?"

The son looked back at Alia. Then he shook his head.

"No, not at all." Putra Sahut.

"Do I not deserve to be loved?"

The son was silent again.

"My mom left me and dad. I felt unloved by him. But, I finally knew, why my mother left me and papa. It was my mother's fault, when she had a problem and intended to leave papa, but she didn't take me along with her."

The son looked at Alia closely. Seemed such a deep sadness in both eyes of the beautiful girl.

"I also felt unloved by Papa. Because papa is busy working and busy spending time with the women is unclear. I just live with oma. The only person who loves me is only an oma. Because of his love for me, he became like a toxic who always governs my life. I just want to be loved without being held firmly. I just want to be loved with gentleness."

Visible both eyes of Alia who glistened and glittered because of the reflection of the rest of the sunlight that was getting down. Then he looked at the Son closely, and finally the tears rolled down his tender cheeks.

"Why, when I met you, I fell in love. I like men who are much more mature, because I am sure that adult men will be able to give me love, like the love of a father to his son. That's why I was so happy, when you invited me to dinner." Alia smiled as she shed tears.

The son was still silent, until an assistant came to deliver tea ordered by Alia and put it on the table located on the veranda of the room.

"Thank you" Alia said to her housekeeper. It looks so, if Alia actually has a soft heart and also good manners. Because Alia under the care of her oma who has experience in educating and caring for children.

There is a feeling of salute that just arises in the heart of the Son. All this time he felt Alia was a rich girl at will. He always imposes his will on others. However, this afternoon the assessment was simply erased. All that remains is a sympathetic and compassionate feeling in the Son's heart.

"I want to ask you a question" continued Alia.

"What?"

"Are you really engaged?"

The son fell silent again, unable to tell the truth.

"Can't you just leave him and be with me?" Ask Alia again.

"I-i'm.."

"I promise to be a good wife. I promise to make you happy and our children happy. But please, give me love. I just need it, not the others. I already have everything, but my life is empty of having no love."

"Can you give me love? A sincere love?"

The Son's lips were tightly locked, he was only able to look at Alia's two beautiful eyes.

"Please, learn to love me." Tears flowed back on Alia's tender cheeks. The girl got up from her seat and rested on the floor, right in front of the Son who was sitting on the chair.

"W-what are you doing?" The son seemed reluctant with what Alia was doing.

"I beg you.." Alia spread her head on both of Son's thighs.

The son looked agitated, then slowly he started rubbing Alia's hair with a chaotic flavor. His heart began to be touched, but his mind tried to reject the girl. Because he still loves Tasya, the woman he will be applying for in a few days in front of his parents.

"What should I do?" The inner Son who is beginning to worry.