Not Prince
Story

Haha style forgive me wrong up hehe... Btw emng kmren again no signal so melt bngt for novel Toon... That's me makek thatring mbak. wkwkwk...

E BTW I fixed it so read it again.

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Ardian's sharp gaze looked at the young Caisar proposal that had just finished the presentation earlier. Now that everything had dispersed, he was still checking the proposal he had just held. He glanced at his right hand.,” Herry are you sure that he really made this project???" In fact the proposal was almost perfect, not even possible to be made by a very young and multitalented man Caisar. The fact that has just plunged into the world of business.

Herry's 2-year-old right hand glanced at the proposal that Andri asked.”I've been looking for you but it's true that he himself made it, and now he is the main precedent of the Grambel.” Company He's been looking for information everywhere and that's a fact he's got. He himself honestly also did not believe if that was what made him a caisar but other facts made him shocked. It really does Caisar have.

Andrian nodded then gave the proposal to his right hand.”Give him this project. I'm quite interested in him.”He then drank coffee on his desk. He sighed somehow he could believe in a child who was even puberty age. But the charm and thought of Caisar for him is not very good play. Not many think widely but caisar has thought of many things. Caisar is quite potential.

Herry heard her pranking.”Sir, I admit if the project funding proposal is very good, but do you not want to think more about this? this concerns our great prokject sir. If we choose wrong we will lose big. sorry instead I insult him or whatever it is but he has not had a good experience for something this big.”.He said the right thing. This project spent more than hundreds of billions if it fails? Would that not be a big loss?

Andri stared at his subordinates sharply.”Trust me. I know which ones can be trusted and which ones are not.. “The point is firm, he is a figure who does not like to be denied. More precisely, almost all big bosses do not like to be denied or supervised by his subordinates because they force if he is much more calculated and considerate.

Herry just sighed and said.”Well sir, I will send this news at the next meeting.”He actually did not agree to see Caisar was very young and again even Caisar had not graduated from his school. He was less sure hemm.

Again, he must realize that he is only a subordinate. Hey he doesn't have a great power for choice.

On the other hand the figure that was spoken of again sighed when he returned home the innocence he got Disya who slept in his bed, with a face that was again full of bruises and also full of wounds. Somehow he felt pain to see his girl like this continue..What is this girl? he wanted to know but he couldn't ask.

Disya who felt cold and someone touched her woke up immediately, she sighed when she knew that it was Caisar. Caisara saw Disya wakepun silently clean the wound Disya.” The prince has come home? Sorry well I didn't tell you even went to bed without permission.”Disya said she felt a little guilty seeing Caisar's gloomy face and looked angry.

Caisar silently treated his wounds. Disya stared at the aura of another Caisar frowning but she herself did not grimace the wound that was treated.”Prince why? Prince look angry?”

Caisra heard her staring deeply and also flatly.”Why are you Sa? Love the wound, every time I met you wound, wound here wound there. You girl Sa loh not good if this.” He said he sounded very worried. He was really worried.

Disya heard him stunned, so Caisar was angry because he was injured. Is the prince worried?

“Papa wants to marry him, so I fight and want to leave the house. I was locked up for three days at home because I wanted to run away, I wanted to run away again, papa told people to make me. We were fighting. ” He told me slowly. he was afraid,. Her tears were about to come down again but she could stand it, she could not be weak.

Caisar heard him pause for a moment. He put the compress on his side.he took over Disya's side and hugged Disya's head inside, “AKu never know what your problem is, but I've become a part of you Sa. You can tell me all your problems so I can help, you always know what my problems are and help me, I also want so.” He felt that if Disya was a human without taste, he was like a normal human who could feel pain too deep again, because maybe because his heart is dead or because he does not think humans are humans anymore?

Disya gets a hug drowning her face in Caisar's chest. The masculine smell of the Caisar putijh shirt shirt makes him very comfortable and calm, it has become opium when he gets into trouble. He sighed.” I'll tell.”His word.

Caisar tidied up Disya's hair which disturbed Disya's wounds. He took a tie of Cessy's hair that was there a lot. he took a comb and sat behind him Disya.”Yahh tell me.. let you hear it.” His word.

Disya that is noticed by Caisar feels like crying, honestly he never mersaat as sad as this when beaten, thrown, slapped and even insulted by others. His heart felt very rotten, but only because Caisar touched his face and tidied his hair combed his hair gently. Treating himself like a woman he loved so much made him melt, this was his hope from childhood that he did not reveal. The water felt like it wanted to fall. It was never built from childhood. He wants to cry not because he hates but pity himself why he can also cry just because it is softened.

Caisra tidied Disya's hair with a comb dna also washed it high. He sighed deeply and wiped away the falling tears. It should not look pathetic.”When I was a kid I had a family that wasn't happy enough.” He said slowly he gave a pause to tell stories remembering the time when he was small. He looked ahead with a deep gaze looking at the past and Caisar who heard it in silence.

Disya the son of unhappy parents, every day in his childhood always heard the mother who cried every night, lamenting fate, and, his mother likes to yell or scold him is small because he who always peeps at his mother crying. He was still five years old, in his innocence little one did not know what the reason his mother cried every day, which he knew his mother was very sad and devastated. He knew and he watched with his own eyes.