Genius Child For a Cold-hearted CEO
Chapter 66

...The Cracking of a Trust...

Trust has a high price. When it all cracks, then it is difficult to put it back together. However, that is the test of a relationship between a man and a woman. So did Irene and Ravindra. This is a test to strengthen the bond between the two. If both cannot get through. Then the bond ends.

“Rene, can you listen to me first.” said Ravindra while holding Irene's hand.

Irene who just came home from work immediately threw Ravindra's hand. He was about to enter the house because he did not want to discuss something that was clear. The debate did not escape Long An's vision. An has gone home from school first delivered by Mrs Meri and the twins. He just stared from behind the window. Watching his parents arguing. It seems like there is a serious problem. You can only observe from within. While figuring out the real thing.

“Can you listen to me first.” pinta Ravindra.

“What should I listen to? I've seen it clearly.” replied Irene and stepped away. Want to get into his house.

“Is your trust in me only a fingernail?” asked Ravindra while looking at Irene's back.

Irene was forced to stop her steps and stared intently at Ravindra.

“Talk as if everything was easy for me? Do you think my heart is okay now? You entrusted your heart to me. So what did you do the other day? It was true what Rosalind said. All men are the same.” replied Irene sharply.

“Do you believe more in your vision?” asked Ravindra who also raised her voice.

Irene just smiled bitterly.

“Do you not see how my eyes are?” ask Irene back.

Irene's eyes did look puffy. She just cried last night. For a moment Irene felt the happiness that Ravindra gave her. But then in a matter of seconds he was dropped very hard. Ravindra looked into Irene's eyes deeply. His eyes were sad and felt guilty.

“I'm sorry, please trust me. I didn't do anything inappropriate to Rosalind.” Rava said with a sad look.

“Easy for you to say that. But not with my heart that was hurt. You better go. I'm so tired.” Irene replied while massaging her throbbing head violently.

“Rene, the lotus flower pendant you are wearing is a bond between me, you, and also Long An. Please believe in our bond.” said Rava slowly. Trying to convince Irene.

Irene did not answer and rushed into the house.

“I will wait for you until you listen to me!” shouting Ravindra.

But Irene was indifferent and rushed inside the house. Ravindra just clenched her hands and hit the wall in front of her very hard.

Tubs!!

Buk!

His eyes look so sharp. He really did not want to, Irene misunderstood the incident the other day. But why wouldn't Irene listen to her explanation and trust her eyesight more?

“Arghhttt!!!” ravindra shouted loudly.

Long An who had noticed. It seems to understand the root of the problem lies with the Deputy Director.

“Vice Director, really want to make mama and papa separate. An can't just shut up.” Long An muttered to himself.

An peeked at Irene who had slouched her face. There were sobs coming out of Irene's lips. Long An had not dared to disturb his mother. He let Irene calm down first. Then An came out while carrying something.

“Papa..” Call Long An.

Ravindra looked towards Long An. Staring with a sad look. Then they both sat on the terrace. Long An did not say much. But painstakingly, he gave the medicine to Ravindra's abrasive hand for hitting the wall. Then wrap it with a bandage.

“Papa should be careful. Don't hurt yourself.” said An while stroking the injured Ravindra's hand attentively.

“Impard papa. Papa trusts you to guard my heart. But, papa can't keep your hearts together.” said Ravindra while lowering his head.

Long An smiled, then held both cheeks of his papa. Staring lovingly. Then give a big smile.

“Papa, I trust you. Maybe mama, not so familiar with papa.” An tried to comfort Ravindra.

“Ehhh.. since when did you say thank you? Isn't papa a cold person?” ledek Long An accompanied by a cynical gaze.

“Do you want papa to be cold again?” ask Ravindra while tickling Little Long An.

“Hahaha!! Pardon..pardon papa porcupine hair.” Long An said with a laugh.

Ravindra also laughed to see the son that he had never known existed. But now it gives him happiness. Ravindra could smile little by little.

“An, love papa.” said An while laughing widely. Paonya's cheeks look reddish and adorable.

When he heard his son's words. Makes Ravindra's heart feel warm. It looks choked. All this time, no one had ever told her that. It made her heart really feel warm. Then Ravindra immediately hugged his little hero.

“Papa loves you too, my little son. Papa won't give up on breaking your mama's heart.”

“Hehehe. Never give up on breaking your heart. Long An will help.”

The two laughed at each other and hooked the little fingers to each other.

“Promise fellow man,” said Ravindra and Long An together. The two laughed at each other.

Not long after, Long An went inside. While Ravindra waited while sitting leaning in front of the hood of the car. He promised in his heart to never give up. He broke Irene's heart. While Long An had already entered the house. He walked into his mother's room.

“Mama...” Call An slowly.

Irene who was laying down her face immediately looked up. He immediately wiped his tears. Long An smiled and helped Irene wipe away the tears.

“My little dragon, why haven't you slept?” Irene asked as she held onto Long An's cheek.

“How can An sleep? While mama and papa are still fighting because the Vice Director of the Witch.” replied Long An scowled as he folded his hands on his chest.

“Hah? Witch woman?” Irene asked astonishment.

“Yes, Ms. Meri and the Twins dub the Vice Director of the Witch.”

“That nickname is indeed suitable for Rosalind.” said Irene with a slight smile.

“Mrs Meri, do I have to repeat my words? Get me this.. Get me that.” Little Long An said while mimicking Rosalind's style. An imitates Rosalind's bossy style of Mrs Meri.

“Hahaha!” Irene immediately laughed loosely when she saw Long An imitating Rosalind's style. Looks funny and adorable.

“Hehe... my mama laughed.” said An. Her index finger touched the laughing cheek of Irene.

Irene smiled back, “thank you for comforting mama.”

Long An nodded his head and hugged his mother. Irene held Long An in her arms.

“Mama, please believe in papa porcupine hair.” Long An said slowly.

Irene looked silent.

“Remember this picture. An's picture, mom and dad. If you don't trust papa. Then this image will be meaningless again.” continued Long An while showing the picture he made at that time.

Irene still remained silent and stared deeply at the image Long An showed. Then, An hugged his mother tightly. The genius boy closed his eyes and fell asleep in Irene's arms. Knowing Long An was asleep, Irene slowly laid on the bed. Blanketed him and kissed his favorite baby forehead affectionately. Not long after, Irene got out of bed. Staring at Little Long An who was soundly asleep. Irene then tidied up the picture that Long An had held. He looked at the picture made by his son. The pictures are sweet, there is An, Irene and also Ravindra.

The night is getting late. The sky looks black. Outside there was only the sound of night beasts. While Ravindra was still persistently waiting for Irene to listen to his explanation. The handsome man was still leaning on the hood of his car. I stared at Irene's house. Without Ravindra knowing, from behind the window of the house. Irene looked at Ravindra. He touched the lotus flower bobble pendant given by Rava. Irene's heart still felt pain from seeing the indecent scene between Rosalind and Rava the other day.

“I won't forgive you easily, porcupine hair guy sucks. I guess, you won't survive being outside in this cold air.” Irene said as she stepped back into her room.

The night looks more and more intense. Even the stars and the moon do not reveal their nostrils. Ravindra was still leaning on the front hood of her car. He looked towards Irene's house. This time, Rava could not give up. He had to fight for his little family. Ravindra doesn't want to lose the warmth of a family. Although the cold air pierced into his bones.