For One Heart.

For One Heart.
2. The enemy??


After the atmosphere that contained a little drama finally the 'old' could take over the atmosphere.


Papa Seno nudged his son's arm. Bang Noven understood.


"About Adek asking for a handover for an official proposal and the delivery of our marriage?" Bang Noven's question lowered his tone.


Irene shook her legs lazily. But the direction of his eyes was aiming straight at Bang Noven. "Working his Mang Dadang at Irene High School. Chicken wagon should buy."


'Baby branch, is this my future wife????? This is very true.do I have to momong maggot blingsatan's son.'


"Irene, it's not a handover or a dowry." Papa Girish said.


"Depends on your work Pa. Irene doesn't want to be burdensome, what if the money is less." Chirps Irene.


Papa Seno and Mama Laras even proud half to die with the words Irene who was considered a joke but not for Papa Girish who was an impromptu repentance because of the actions of his daughter who seemed to hit his face.


"Irene.. watch your talk..!!!!"


"Sorry Mommy Laras........." Mama Rinjani to be embarrassed for him.


"It's okay, Miss Girish. I fulfill..!! Just a chicken?? If you're still not satisfied let me help this adorable daughter's chat." Replied Bang Noven now back to shame Papa Seno and Mama Laras until Papa Seno had to kick his son's leg.


The awkward laughter between the parents was released just like that but not with the two brides-to-be who throw each other an annoyed look until the crown of the head.


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"Where do you live? What work?" Ask Irene.


"You're the resident census officer???" Answer Bang Noven.


"Irene did not want to regret for a lifetime because of the wrong choice of a mate." Irene.


"I'm porters."


Irene took a deep breath, in her heart comparing the lover who already had a steady job compared to Bang Noven who might still be looking for a livelihood on the 'road'.


"Why?? Is something wrong with my job??" Bang Noven casually responded to Irene as he lit his cigarette.


"Not really, it's also halal but Om can be short of breath if you look at my girlfriend who is a soldier." Irene answered with all her arrogance.


"Yes, what's the rank??"


"No need to know, it's insecure." Oceh Irene again.


Bang Noven nodded anxiously, how not.. Vindy is very mature in every way but not with the childish Irene.


'His father was a high-ranking officer, certainly his son's girlfriend was an officer. But what kind of guy Keblinger likes is Irene.'


"Don't Om be jealous because Irene already has a boyfriend??? Don't have a crush on Irene..!!" Irene's facial expression put dozens of suspicions.


"Eehh tumone doro.. In what order am I jealous??? Nature can gludug banter if I have a crush on you." Although Bang Noven was very upset but it must be admitted that Irene was indeed very beautiful, far from her suspicions. It's just that he has not been able to accept the matchmaking that his parents did.


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"That's it Mas, but I can't bear that Irene got married that fast." Papa Girish is still hesitant about the request of his best friend but Papa Seno looks very fond of Irene especially Mama Laras.


"I'll be monitoring it live, while leaving Irene free and enjoying her day just that her status is my man. I really don't like Vindy, she is...... Ahh it is Mas. Didn't we promise to bring our children closer together." Papa Seno said.


Papa Seno nodded. He understood but no longer discussed further, which he knew.he wanted Bang Noven to immediately justify the girl.


"Mas Gi, after this let Irene join Noven huh. Me and Mama Noven will take care of Irene. I promise Irene can enjoy her youth without having to rush to have children."


Papa Girish was silent for a moment while glancing at Mama Rinjani. There is no basis for not believing in his best friend's son. Lieutenant Novendra also broke from the deepening place of 'science' is good, there is no way Seno's son can not hold back.


"How do I 'close' them? Just met like this. There is no way we immediately ask them to marry you Mas Sen."


Papa Seno fell silent and lowered his head, brain-twisting about the best way for them.


"Pa..." Mama Rinjani touches her husband's shoulder.


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"Well.."


"Alhamdulillah." there was a boisterous sound of relief in Papa Girish's house.


"That's how it is Mr. Noven. The atmosphere, the aura. How does Mr Noven feel?" Said a middle-aged man who guided the wedding rehearsal before the proposal. "Try looking at the face of the girl next to Mr. Noven. Now this girl is Mr. Noven's responsibility. Love, love, and educate him wholeheartedly and with a sense of responsibility."


For a moment Bang Noven's heart felt calm, haru and jumbled.


"Ask the heart of Mr. Noven. Can you hurt your own ribs? Did you hurt this girl??" The father guided Bang Noven's feelings slowly. "Thank God if you can accept it. Everything in this world will feel happy if we become a person full of gratitude along with sincerity."


"Alhamdulillah.I am grateful and I accept Diandra Sasikirana sincerely."


Papa Seno and Papa Girish smiled with relief, Mama Rinjani and Mama Laras also hugged each other.


The happiness stopped when Irene removed the hood over her head and Bang Noven. "This is khan Ma? sultry." nih." Irene.


"Jeez Irenee.. Can you calm down a little or not???" Tegur Papa Girish's.


Irene did not care about her Papa's reprimand and immediately stood up and stepped over Bang Noven. "Revelation Om..!!"


Because the rag was too narrow, Irene stepped unbalanced and fell on Bang Noven.


"Deeekk.." Panicked Bang Noven tries to hold Irene's body but accidentally touches Irene's adorable twins.


"Aaaaaaaaa. less ajaaaar.. Papaaa.. Om Noven hold-hold Irene..!!!!!!!" Irene's strangulation made the entire room wrong and wrong.


Tau no one responded, Irene rose above the thighs of Bang Noven and beat him without calculation. "Feel you pervert...!!!!!!!"


buughh..


"Ireneeeeee..!!!!" Bang Novra pulled his sister's hand. "You why are these barbarians like apes???"


"Yes Allah.. Noveeen..!!!!" Papa Girish panicked to see Bang Noven fall without a sound.


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