Love Worth Fighting For

Chapter 2: The beginning

Two day before Suri disappeared.

Clarke Mansion, Geneva, Switzerland. 8.00 AM.

As soon as she received orders from her brother who asked her to move to Luxembourg, the smile on Suri’s beautiful face disappeared, replaced with endless sadness. Asher, who had done various ways to make Suri smile again, was really exhausted. Dealing with Suri’s anger was one thing that Asher still couldn’t do well even though he had lived with his adoptive parents’ family for over seventeen years. Being brought to Geneva when he was four years old when Suri was already two years old at that time made Asher close to Suri, but that closeness did not mean much because Suri was still unmanageable to him.

In the life of Suri Mireya Clarke, there are only two people who are feared, the first is her father and the second is her only brother, Christian Clarke. Suri is only afraid of the two of them, although her fear of Christian is much greater.

“Why do we have to move to Luxembourg?”

“I don’t like that country, it’s too small.”

“There’s nothing interesting I can do there.”

.....

“Asher help me think!”

“Ahhh I hate brother!”

Shouts after screams were heard in Suri’s room, which was on the second floor, Asher, who was standing near the door, could only be a good listener as well as the target of Suri’s indiscriminate anger.

However, even though she was angry and upset about her brother’s decision to ask her to come to Luxembourg as soon as possible, Suri still packed her personal belongings into a Leopard-shaped backpack.

“What else can I help you with, Suri?” asked Asher quietly offering to help not long after Suri finished inserting the family photo into her diary which was the last occupant of her Leopard backpack.

Suri immediately turned to Asher quickly. “Call my brother and tell him I don’t want to move.”

Asher raised his hands in the air. “Sorry if that one I can not, I give up.”
“Tch, just afraid of Christian,” Suri pouted curtly.

Asher just smiled hearing Suri’s sneer, he didn’t have the slightest intention of replying to Suri’s sneer. Asher knew that if he served the provocation that Suri was doing right now then his plan to make sure Suri tidy up all her things would take longer. Seeing Asher not being provoked, Suri became even more annoyed, at the age of nineteen, Suri has never been this angry.





“Aarggghh it’s because of Mommy and Daddy!” cried Suri suddenly. “If they didn’t go to Norway, maybe Christian wouldn’t ask me to move huhuhuhu...”

Asher, who had folded his arms while leaning against the wall, immediately ran to the bed where Suri was, seeing Suri crying was the thing he disliked the most since childhood. .

“Hey little rabbit, don’t cry.”

“Asher!!”

Asher chuckled amusedly, seeing Suri immediately react to the small call he had just made.

“You’ve grown, Suri. It’s not appropriate to cry, in six months your twentieth birthday,” Asher said softly while stroking Suri’s head.

Suri raised her head to look at Asher who was smiling at her. “I’m a kid, Asher. I don’t want to get old!”

“Everyone gets older, Suri. No one gets younger in this world, except in movies.”

“I don’t want to have wrinkles, I don’t want to get old!” Suri laughed stubbornly.

Asher chuckled. “Indeed, all old people will have wrinkles, right? Look at Aunty Anne, until now there are no wrinkles at all on her face, right? Come on Suri, times are sophisticated. There are many great doctors in this world, beauty clinics are also mushrooming. You can do many treatments at the best clinics with peace of mind. Moreover, wrinkles, dark spots and other skin problems will disappear easily in the hands of a doctor.”

“Is that true?”

“Yeah, haven’t you seen the evidence yourself? Aunty Anne is real evidence, Suri. So you don’t have to be afraid of getting old anymore,” Asher added again, trying to convince Suri.

“When I get old will everyone still love me, Asher?”

Asher immediately released his arms from Suri quickly. “What are you talking about? Of course you are still, you are the princess of this family, Suri. Everyone loves you. Uncle Jack, Aunt Anne, Christian, Grandpa Luis and I. We all love you more than anything, so let’s not talk anymore.”

“If something bad happened to me would you guys...”

“Shhhh...don’t talk anymore. We’d better eat, I’m already hungry. Watching you tidying things up made me hungry, you haven’t eaten either, have you?”

Suri shook her head with tears still remaining on her face, seeing that Asher smiled in amusement. Asher slowly moved his hand to gently wipe Suri’s tears. “Tell me, what do you want to eat? I’ll cook it especially for you.”

“Really? Asher isn’t lying?” Those two ocean-clear blue eyes sparkled at Asher’s words.

“I would never lie to you, Suri.”

“Yeee..then I want to cook roast turkey. I want to finish one portion alone without having to think about the scales,” replied Suri excitedly.

“Finished one serving of roast turkey alone?”

Suri nodded her head excitedly like a child. “Yes!” she answered without hesitation.

“Okay, then I’ll cook it for you. Then let’s go to the pantry together, okay?” Asher said gently.

“Yes.”

Without a doubt, Suri accepted Asher’s hand and immediately left the room with the all-pink design to the first floor, having an age that was not too far away, making Suri and Asher close. Both of them understand each other, although on paper Asher is the one who has to give in more. Even so, Suri’s fear of Christian is still above all else. Her brother is too cold and unpredictable, because of that Suri wouldn’t be able to spoil him like this if she didn’t have to beg first.

***

Dubai, UAE 10.00 AM.

“Go Zee, he’s moving. You have to save that innocent girl, don’t make a mother cry for her daughter who was forced to be sold.”

A blonde haired girl who was packing her things into a backpack nodded slowly, responding to the words of a man who was talking to her through the earphones attached to her ears.

“I know, take it easy, Max. I already know the target of that bastard.”

“Good, go Zee. Don’t be afraid, God is with you. God will protect you Zweta.”

The beautiful girl named Zweta smiled. “Yes, I know. God will protect me.”