Asmara World
Fearful.

Dhegs.

An unexpected remark from Nauora successfully silenced Nixeelin's thin lips. Nixeelin's mood suddenly changed, her heart pounding. He looked at Nauora's pretty face, and before long a frown appeared. Nixeelin looked astonished and also felt strange because her sister-in-law's gaze seemed to imply something.

" What do you mean?"

" Ah, no. Forgetit. Then I go up first." said Nauora smiling gently.

Nixeelin did not budge in her place, she just stared at the departure of Nauora questioningly in her mind.

" Did he know something?" he murmured in the heart.

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On the one hand, it looks like Davis is currently with his assistant. After spending several hours at the bar, Davis finally asked to go home when he felt he had enough to drink alcohol.

The black sedan car seemed to be driving to defend the streets of the capital that began to desolate. The driver, none other than Ishal, was focused on the steering wheel with Davis looking back and forth throughout the ride.

" the Shal.. "

Amidst the calmness, with a sad face Davis called out the name of his assistant. Highlighting his eyes as if full of sadness, even his breath seemed to be a sign of despair.

" What's up?" Ishal said while focusing on his wheel. The journey dissolved at night makes him pay more attention to the road even more he is still dominated by drowsiness.

" Do you think I'm good enough?" ask Davis later.

" Of course. You're a good rich man I'll never meet anywhere. You know, right now there are a lot of people out there who want to be like you. Smart, hardworking, and has the best track record." Ishal replied bluntly, expressing his opinion from the heart.

" You know, I was out of town to replace you for a meeting. At that time everyone praised you. They didn't know you as Davis Kwans the son of the president. But they know you for your kindness. Your name is never even disabled in the media. Do you know how I felt then?"

" What?"

" I'm proud to have a friend like you." Ishal said honestly.

" Thank you." Davis said with a faint smile.

" Ishal." call Davis again after a moment of silence.

" What else is it? Don't misscall, just talk." jell Ishal.

" I saw Nixeelin in the magazine. The picture was put on the cover of the magazine." Davis said. Hearing his employer's words, Ishal slowly pulled over his car.

Getting to know Davis for a dozen years made Ishal quite understanding, tone of speech and facial expression like today made him understand quickly that the employer wanted to express his complaints.

" Say! I'll take you home when you're done talking!" ishal was ready to hear Davis's words.

" I'm afraid that I can't make her happy or smile again like the photo." said Davis who unconsciously shed tears.

Ishal was dumbstruck, for life he knew Davis, never himself found the employer so bad as tonight.

" You still haven't managed to cure your atelophobia?" Ishal asked, while Davis just kept silent to give no answer.

" I've been telling you to go to the psych doctor regularly. I always set your schedule to check, then why don't you go? If you don't try to escape from your atelophobia, you will regret it one day" Ishal said at length. He leaned back on the steering wheel and breathed his weight.

" I'm still scared, Shal. From childhood to adulthood, I still find people who say I look like my father. You know, it makes me less confident. I thought I'd be like my dad later. Can't please the people I love. Like my father, he couldn't make my mother happy, neither could Aunt Milen. They both never felt happy being with my father."

Davis revealed all of his heart with a teary face. So long trying to toughen up and look fine after the mother died, finally tonight Davis cried, no longer strong hold tight in his chest.