The Seed of the Heir
Chapter 20

At the residence of Susi and Herman.

Susi was having a conversation with Virna about Dea and Julian's wedding today. While Herman only silent a thousand languages with a face that looks moody.

Realizing that, Susi immediately asks Virna to leave the room and return to her room. "Vir, you better go to bed. It's late tonight, you'll wake up late again. Where's Monday, the flag ceremony, right?" susi.

Although it looks upset, but the little girl immediately got up from her sitting position and then walked towards her room without saying a word.

Virna's After.

"Heh, what else are you doing, Mas? Why is your face so moody? I'm sure this must have something to do with Dea, right?" susi said with a slightly rough tone.

Herman glanced at Susi who looked annoyed then let out a long sigh. "Yes, Honey. I remember Dea. I hope he and Julian are okay. I hope Julian doesn't mind that" Herman said with a matted face.

"Yes, I hope so too. I hope Julian is not disappointed and will accept Dea as she is. I don't want that girl living here anymore. Just add to the load," he grumbled.

Herman exhaled a rough breath while looking at Susi with an annoyed face. He got up from his position then walked towards his room without caring about the woman's reaction.

"Mas! Mas Herman, wait!" call Susi while crossing her arms to her chest. Because the man did not stop, Susi immediately followed Herman's steps towards her room.

Back to Julian and Dea in the bridal room.

"I'm sorry, Mom." Dea turned her back and now the girl is sitting opposite Julian. The girl's eyes turned red and the clear liquid started to look well there.

This confused Julian. He was astonished to see the reaction of Dea suddenly becoming like that. "What happened to you, Dea? Why are you crying like that, huh?" I asked Julian very seriously.

Dea's cry broke. Tears that had been held in her eyes had escaped and now flowed on both cheeks.

"Mas Julian's. What if tonight Mas Julian finds me who is no longer holy? Can Julian accept me with sincerity?" dea asked with tears staring at the brown iris of the eye.

Julian was still able to laugh softly. He still thought that Dea's speech just now was just a joke. However, instead of stopping crying, Dea's cries grew heart-wrenching.

Seeing Dea's reaction, Julian was confused and felt that what Dea said just now was no joke.

"The dea? W-have my words offended you?"

Julian was also under panic attack. The laughter that had continued to decorate his face, now disappeared somewhere. Julian held onto both of Dea's smooth shoulders then stared at the girl's gloomy face fixedly.

"What's the matter, Dea? Don't scare me!" Julian's tone began to rise because Dea never answered his question. Only her cries grew and the man began to shake Dea's tiny body so that the girl would immediately answer her curiosity.

Suddenly Dea got up from her sitting position. The girl squirms on the floor and hugs Julian's leg which is stretched out on the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry, Mom! I'm sorry," said Dea.

Julian was silent and fixated for a moment. His eyes stared blankly out the window which was now dark. The man tried to examine the contents of the question that came out of Dea's lips.

"So, is that right? You're no longer holy, Dea?" julian asked with a cold face looking at Dea who was still resting under his feet.

The cold atmosphere in the room suddenly became hot, even very hot. The man's body even let out cold sweat. Julian's body seemed to tremble, even Dea could feel it from the man's feet.

"I'm sorry, Mas" said Dea with her head turned to look at Julian's reddened face holding back his anger. Only those words could come out of his lips and he wished Julian could understand and forgive him.

"Who has dared to go before me, Dea! Say it!"

Julian's anger finally erupted. The man's face looked terrible. He shook Dea's body violently again and pushed her to the floor.

Teetering, Dea tried to get up from his position. He sat on the floor right in front of Julian. However, this time Dea did not dare to embrace the man's legs. He was afraid of being pushed again, or it would be worse than that.

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