My Ex Mr Duke
Passage

After saying goodbye to Violeta, Alfred and Aleta. While the Fictor Emperor had preceded his farewell with them, it was now Duke Arland's turn to say goodbye.

Violeta's face turned sad, her right heart whispered involuntarily, while her left heart whispered to let her go. His mind branched, both mixed like tea and milk.

Staring at the face of Duke Arland, the man who was once her husband, her love and now must go. A dashing man with a million charms, he was bound by his good looks and his blue eyes.

"Alfred, Aleta take care of your mother for me. Soon Dad will come back and bring you home. Father's promise, "one of his hands slapped Alfred's shoulders.

"Father quickly returned." There was no word from Alfred's mouth, but both eyes shone as if they agreed.

While the face of a girl beside Alfred, looked sad, her face was moody, the wrinkles on her forehead were clearly visible. "Love Aleta, what's wrong? huem's.. "

"Should be quick."

Duke Arland chose to smile. He had to solve everything, a problem that became a pest during his life. "Dad's coming back, after this, come with me."

"Just like Dad, I miss you too. I still want to be with you, your mother and your sister, but there's something urgent that's gonna take me away."

"Go home quickly, father."

"Yes." Yeah."

Duke Arland looked back at Violeta, hoping that something might appear in Violeta's mouth. Both of his feet are still faithfully standing, waiting for a speech that he wants to make as a gift in his first meeting. The clock kept on cracking, until he understood. Violeta only accompanied her two children to deliver her departure, not for him.

"Mother," Aronz greeted Violeta. "I'm leaving, I want us to stay together longer, but I don't think so,"

"Be careful, son."

Aronz hugged Violeta, his head leaned against Violeta's belly, his heart loved Violeta more than his mother, I don't know, her heart was different. Usually every child will love his mother, but his heart will not. She wanted Violeta to be her mother, probably because she was hungry for affection.

"Violeta, I'm not coming home not to not come back, but I'm coming home to come back."

The Duke of Arland and Aronz walked hand in hand, his steps feeling heavy. Every second step was filled with tears. Aronz rubbed his wet cheeks, while Duke Arland he stopped his steps, eager for him to turn around and embrace him, but his remaining courage could only turn his neck, looking away at the girl of his tribe.

The two boarded the carriage, then disappeared behind the iron gate. Violeta immediately twisted her body, her chest as in a crumb, tightness and pain. "I have to be strong, he'll be happy without me. Living in the past.. " Violeta stopped her speech. She's Helena instead of Violeta, what if Violeta was so expecting Duke's presence and instead expected Duke? He never thought that way, in his mind only he focused his life as Helena, acting as Helena.

"I... I'm so scared."

Somewhere else.

Glass shards and flower vases were strewn everywhere. The person he had asked to look for Duke's whereabouts was not found at all. He had already spent quite a bit of money, but the result was nothing at all. Just now he was told through one of the hit men who sneaked into his room

"He must be found, otherwise." His teeth were clenching, shaking violently.

"We'll try to find her, ma'am" said the black-robed man.

Argh

"Damn it! I paid you guys dearly. I don't want to know, you guys have to look. If Duke comes here, follow him, wherever he goes."

"Okay Madam," he said. Then he left, disappearing behind the window of the balcony.

The black-robed man could enter the residence of the super-tight Duke Arland as some of the bodyguards from them followed Duke Arland.

"Where is he? I'm worried everything's like my mind."

"My Duke Arland, me, Aronz and Duke Arland can live happily."

On the other side.

Emperor Fictor was frenzied in his great bed, going back and forth, positioning his body to the right and left, sometimes lying on his stomach, sometimes staring at the ceiling of his room and sometimes sitting, then dropping his body roughly.. Since then his life since his return from the house of Violeta Aghata.

Uncle's words made him unclear, like a chick who ran to find his mother. What if Aleta thought of him as her uncle or friend? it could ruin his future. In fact he had already prepared everything, a bed for Aleta in the future, a spacious and different room, he said, a beautiful garden and greenhouse and not to forget he designed a labyrinth as a sign of his love for Aleta in the future.

"No! I have to think about how, Aleta depends on me. Yeah, it's, it's just that, but what and how?"

His head felt broken and his brain splattered out of nowhere. "How about I make one of the servants over there side with me. And I'll have him watch Aleta. Suppose Aleta needs something and I'll be quick as a hero who comes to her, brings her something she needs."

The face of Emperor Fictor changed radiantly, he had already found the answer. He got out of bed to discuss the idea, but at the door he found his concubine and empress.

"Baginda me.."

"I'm busy, very busy and can't be bothered. You guys go don't bother me, ah wrong interfere with my life." Emperor Fictor passed away. He was dizzy with his wives who insinuated with each other and always asked for this and that, even he ordered a jewelry for the sake of those who were busy arguing and it made him careless. He didn't care, as long as they didn't tease him and teased him. If he could, he would throw them out, but he would have to have proof if he wanted to get them out. But for now, he just let it go. He will focus on being the hero of Aleta.