My Little Gwen's
A hug for Gwen

The thirst he felt forced Zafier to move from his seat of greatness. He walked slowly out of his study. Actually he could have contacted one of the servants to deliver drinks to his study, but somehow he decided to take his own drinks in the kitchen area located near the backyard garden.

The atmosphere of the mansion that night was very quiet, because indeed the servants were not allowed to roam inside the mansion when night fell. This is to maintain the privacy and tranquility of the residents of the mansion, unless the host orders them to serve the residents of the mansion. Without that special interest, the servants would have to return to their respective residences as soon as night approached.

Just a few more steps Zafier would enter the kitchen area inside the mansion. But before his step into the kitchen, he passed through the door to the wide open back garden. Then he stopped at the door to the back garden. Something caught his attention there.

Her net captured an unusual sight in the park in the silence of the night. One figure sitting on the garden swing. Zafier felt dejavu.

His heart stiffened, he was stunned when he saw a scene that felt so familiar to him plastered real before him. The two ashes were slightly narrowed, visibly distrustful of what he saw. As if to make sure that what you see right now is not just his shadow.

Zafier was stunned at that door. He saw a woman with shaggy hair sitting on the swing of her favorite little Gwen.

The feeling seemed to go back to a few years ago, he seemed to see the shadow of Gwen again. The swing was Gwen's favorite place. Gwen always felt at home spending hours sitting around enjoying the swing. Zafier always liked that moment.

After Gwen's disappearance, he always took the time to stare at the swing, hoping that Gwen would suddenly be there, playing on the swing.

And this time his hope seemed to be realized.

Zafier even tried not to blink his eyes, so that if this was just a mirage, it would at least not immediately disappear from his sight right now. Aaah, he still misses this moment so much, even though it has been through so many years.

Zafier is hypnotized.

Unknowingly Zafier's feet continued to step through the door, until he was in the garden area, he continued to walk closer towards the swing. From a close distance, a girl with her wavy hair blond in the wind appeared. Both nets were closed. The girl was completely unaware of Zafier's presence there.

While in Zafier's view, what he saw right now was his Gwen.

Her obsidian iris looked at the girl fixedly, then her gaze descended on the reddish lips even without the lip dye, the lips were slightly open, completely challenging her adrenaline. With great difficulty Zafier gulped down his saliva that felt hanging down his throat.

Zafier's body suddenly rippled. His greedy heart was pumping warm streams on each side of his body. His heart immediately rumbled wildly. He himself could even hear the explosions in his heart.

Zafier held his chest as if trying to calm his heart. But it turned out that the effort was just a waste.

He was about to slowly push the swing, as he usually did to little Gwen, pushing Gwen's swing and afterwards he would laugh happily enjoying the movement of the swing that Zafier was pushing. Afterwards Gwen would yell, "Push her swing faster Fier!".

When he moved behind Sheza, his two hands, which were holding a swing rope made of iron, accidentally came into contact with the hand of the girl who was also holding on to the swing rope. That touch creates a warm swish on each of Zafier's nerves.

At the same time, Sheza felt the same touch. That accidental touch forced Sheza back into the real world. His hazel net is back open. I realized the presence of someone behind him. Sheza frowned.

Sheza looked back at her body. Instantly Netra Zafier caught the beautiful hazel-colored eye bead that was currently staring at him. Their neutrals clashed and within a split second Zafier felt his obsidian being sucked into the girl's bead. The same netra hazel Sheza as Gwen further keeps her trapped in past memories.

Netra Sheza looked at the handsome male figure behind her full of question marks. As soon as she knew who was behind her, Sheza grew even more confused. Why would that cold, untouchable man push his swing? Is it so relaxing that you have to find this activity? Since when was he there? Why did he realize it?, questions swirled in Sheza's brain, but he did not have the courage to ask her directly. The aura of the man was extremely domineering.

Sheza felt she wanted to immediately turn away from that sharp and gentle gaze simultaneously, but somehow the gaze that radiated from the gray net seemed to lock her eyes. For some reason Sheza felt something, her heart pounding.

The bead of Abu Zafier watched in silence. His gaze was completely stunned as if imprisoned. Making him more and more drifting in the roll of the waves that made him almost lost.Without realizing his lips curl a smile.

"Gwen", call him clean. The two normally cold netra turned into a heartily longing gaze. And without warning, Zafier clutched Sheza's body strong, as strong as the yearning he endured for years.

Sheza was flabbergasted, her brain still trying to digest what was happening, drifting in that embrace. Zafier's masculine scent was so intoxicating that he forgot everything. Sheza unconsciously enjoyed it. Zafier's deception was so soothing to him.

The wind hit the body for a long time.

Until then at that point Sheza realized something was wrong and shouldn't be. Sheza rebelled a little, trying to break away.

Suddenly Zafier woke up. He immediately released his trap. He looked at the girl he thought was Gwen. Zafier was surprised to stare at the beautiful woman with a face that had turned red. The darkness of the night was unable to cover that hue. Either because of anger over his treatment, either because of harrumphed because of his decapitation. Actually very adorable, but Zafier did not have time to think again.

Zafier's face, which had been so calm, now turned very nervous. But Zafier was not his name if he was unable to cover his expression. A moment later, his face was already adorned with a flat expression, as if nothing had ever happened between them.

"Sorry Miss Sheza, I thought you were someone else. Hm ... Come in, the air here is not good for your health, not you just recovered" Zafier said flatly. He stared at the netra hazel Sheza sharply and gently at the same time.