Cure For Him

"Uncle, can you get up for a minute?"

 The Voice of a woman calling on a man named uncle enters the hearing of the man who is closing his eyes.

 "Uncle ... hurry up, I'm already hungry to go to the toilet," The Voice of the disturbance was heard again, accompanied by a shake in his arm to make the man wake up.

 "You called me?" he asked, astonished.

 No, that woman deserves to be called a little girl because her face still looks so childish. He nodded until he was sure the girl had woken him up.

 The man then gave way to the girl sitting next to him to go to the toilet before it was too late.

 "Is it possible that my face is so old that he calls me Uncle?" he asked after the girl had left.

Abyan Pravitel is the youngest son of a wealthy Russian businessman married to an Indonesian woman named Elsa Fabiana. His father, Edgar Pravitel, was a respected businessman by friends and foes alike.

 Today is the time of his return home after three years spent studying and building his own company in the country of his father's birth as the owner of the most famous jewelry store in the city of Kaliningrad in the western state of Russia.

 Abyan deliberately did not tell his family that he would return to Indonesia so that he could board a commercial plane for his return instead of a private jet owned by his family.

"Uncle, can you move again?" the Voice was heard again in Abyan's ear, making him move by getting up from his seat.

 Abyan's face was far from friendly as he got up from his seat. He was still annoyed that the girl beside him was calling Om.

 "Where do you live in Russia?" asked the girl again. The girl will not give him a chance to rest.

 "Do you know how long this flight is?" Abyan asked without a smile.

 "About 22 hours more with one transit, then?" the girl wants to know.

 "Then I need a break. Satisfied?"

 The girl sitting next to Abyan only smiled by clasping her hands together as a sign of apology.

 There was no need to wait for the girl to speak again, so Abyan closed his eyes and deliberately put the head speaker in his ear to make the girl frown.

 She is an adorable and attractive girl if Abyan wants a little attention from her. Emma Darliana Baehaqi is the only daughter of Ardan Baehaqi and Laela Ainun. Emma just returned from enjoying a vacation in several cities in Russia because she got the prize she earned after winning the Moscow beauty painting competition Championship.

Emma had no idea that her curiosity when she entered a painting competition held by the Russian Embassy on the information provided by one of her father's guests brought her to a city that she could not possibly forget.

 For ten days, he was satisfied with visiting all the places on his list with joy, and he captured everything on camera to show his family.

 Emma did not think that her love for the beauty of one of the cities in the country, Russia, had led her to sail a very long journey after getting so many experiences that she is unlikely to forget. It could be her whole life.

 As a 15-year-old girl, Emma is very independent because her parents believe Emma will be responsible for everything she does. Her independence does not prevent her from always asking questions because she always believes in the proverb of shame to ask astray on the road. Most of the questions make people resentful.

 But the last phrase is Emma's only virtue, especially when alone. While there is a person next to him who can speak Indonesian fluently, and his face is also very charming.

"Uncle, haven't you slept yet? Why don't we talk?" Emma asked in a low voice. He was worried about other passengers.

 Emma saw Abyan's shoulders rise as if holding back her patience, but right now, she didn't care, even though the man next to her had clearly said that he needed a break.

 "Go to sleep!"

 "I can't sleep," Emma said quietly.

 "Close your eyes."

 Emma tries to close her eyes but can't yet while the other passengers still look busy with their respective affairs.

 "Not yet, Uncle. We've only been flying for 30 minutes. How Can you close your eyes?" Emma protests again.

 Abyan opened his eyes and glanced at Emma fiercely, "do you know that this device doesn't work?" asked Abyan, showing Heandspeaker to Emma.

 Emma nodded while pointing at the end of the cable detached from her phone until Abyan's face was amused for a moment.

 " You know I'm exhausted, so please don't interrupt my time," said Abyan had no desire to talk to drive away Emma's loneliness which he found unattractive.

 "All right."

 Although Emma wanted to talk to the man next to her two times refused to make Emma prefer silence and will not impose his will. Trying to follow her heart, Emma starts looking busy by getting the zen book pro duo a gift from her father when they find out he has a penchant for drawing for comics.

Emma is immersed in her world as she creates various images. Without her parents knowing, Emma has earned a lot of money from the pictures making her not need to ask for money to buy school supplies.

 Abyan, who was already preparing to receive interference from the girl next to him, became interested because he did not get any more interference began to open his eyes and saw that the girl was too busy taking pictures.

 "Thank God he has a busy schedule that can distract him," Abyan said in his heart.

 Three hours she was passed when her eyes began to get tired. Emma knew she was like the other passengers, who were sleepy and tired. After turning off her laptop, Emma returns to saving before putting on her sunglasses and mask. He does not want his sleep to be the attention of others, so he must take care of his appearance while sleeping.

 Emma slept so soundly that without realizing her head was on Abyan's shoulders, Abyan's shoulders were so sore.

 "This girl is sleeping badly. I don't know if my shoulders are sore," Abyan complained, trying to straighten Emma's head.

 However, Abyan had to have more incredible patience because Emma's head landed smoothly on his shoulders again.

 "Hey ... hey!" Abyan's call to Emma remained slumbering, so there was no other way for Abyan but to reply to Emma in his way.

 Emma didn't realize what had happened to her. He only feels himself in an embrace with his head resting on someone's chest so that he sleeps soundly.

 Emma was asleep for a long time and was shocked when she realized she was sleeping in the arms of a handsome man who never responded to her words.

"How can I sleep in his arms? Or did he do it on purpose while I was sleeping? Insolent, I did not think he took advantage of the situation," Emma complained.

 Annoyed, she tries to escape Abyan's lock-like embrace until she has to wake him up so he can be freed from her embrace.

 "Uncle, my heart is broken. Let go of his hand!" Emma's pleas are more akin to orders.

 Emma's orders were not heard by Abyan, who was very slumbered in his sleep. With a sullen face, Emma insisted that Abyan's arms be lifted from her body, and her breath was slightly relieved when Abyan's embrace became loose so she could escape.

 "You perverted brain. He can take advantage of me when I'm sleeping. He might have done something else while I was sleeping again ... but there's no way. My mask is still in its original position, and the mark on it is still in place," Emma said in her heart.