For One Heart.

For One Heart.
26. The former (2 ).


Preparation for a type 2 conflict. For the umpteenth time, if not resistant to conflict please be heartened to SKIP. Thank you brother allπŸ˜ŠπŸ™πŸ™.


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A few days passed, Irene was getting healthier and it brought her own relief to Bang Noven. Irene can also be active as usual and join doing all branching activities even though there is still nausea left behind due to the early effects of pregnancy.


From afar Bang Noven kept an eye on Irene until Bang Jay had to reprimand her.


"Why do you Bang? It's been a happy to, Irene is healthy. Your son is also healthy."


"Clearly happy, although the struggle is not easy to get children. I'm still happy." Answer Bang Noven.


"Can't you poke this? I used to not poke Anggun, but strong anyway."


"This is a different problem bro. I'm married, lu LDR and because of circumstances as well. The one whose name is married without touching it will definitely feel very heavy. Yes kalii jack you have frowned but not in the work also tuh project." Bang Noven. "But back again, we humans don't be negligent, don't be greedy. I will be happy in time. Giving up a little for the sake of the child and wife is not wrong?"


"Feed Bang."


Irene who was done with her task immediately walked out of her study. His breathing was a little stingy because it was still adapting to the process of fetal growth in his womb.


"Please ask Danki for permission. Someone asked to meet with Danki." Bang Dwipa disclosed the information to Bang Noven.


"Who?" Ask Bang Noven.


"Yen. Vindy's mother."


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Bang Dwipa escorted Irene to Danki's study. She could not answer when she asked why her husband had asked her to meet him in the study immediately.


Arriving at Bang Noven's office, Irene saw a girl sitting opposite her husband and crying playing her fingers.


Irene looked into Bang Noven's eyes and then her husband asked her to sit next to him.


"What's wrong?" Irene's whispered.


"It's Vindy. Brother's friend."


Frankly Bang Noven's answer hurt Vindy's feelings so much. He who loves Bang Noven so much must lose the man he loves in this way.


Vindy wiped her tears and looked at the face of the girl Bang Noven's parents had chosen. It turned out that the girl was still very small and definitely her age was far below her.


"Are you the girl who now accompanies her days?" Ask Vindy.


"Yes, Miss Vindy. I'm Bang Noven's wife." Irene answered, extending a hand.


Vindy turned her face away, Bang Noven immediately clasped Irene's hand.


"I was with him, I loved him but you got him. What's my fault until I have to accept this harsh reality?"


"Not wrong. Irene was not wrong either. Maybe I was wrong, but we have to realize that life is a choice. I can't possibly choose you and disappoint my parents, nor can I present you among us because I can only serve one wife." Answer Bang Noven.


"Then what about our ideals Bang? We're gonna fight for old man's ridho." Vindy continues to demand a comforting answer from Bang Noven.


"There are many reasons behind our relationship Vindy, one of which is the difference in beliefs between us. I can't come with you and you don't want to come with me either."


"I want to Bang, now I want to." Vindy's really broken charcoal about this situation.


"A year and a half ago I said this. My parents wanted me to get married soon. Sorry Vindy. Now I'm married."


Bang Noven let until the girl calmed down and forbade Irene who was about to approach persuading Vindy.


After a while Vindy finally calmed down and Irene started to approach Vindy.


"Sir Vindy.. I'm sorry..!! Maybe at the moment Vindy is very disappointed with me but believe me of course I don't want this to happen either." Irene.


"Can I still call Bang Noven?"


Irene will answer but Bang Noven will answer first.


"No.. After marriage I will only have physical and mental closeness with my wife, I've told you to look for your own happiness."


Vindy again sobbed, it was hard to let go of the lover who had been accompanying her life.


"Over the years that we were together, that's how quickly my brother changed my position even she is pregnant now. Do not remember the happy we used to try to be able to have children soon." Vindy.


"Whatever we've done before, I'm sorry. But you have to remember that I've never stuck a stake that risks making us suffer even worse."


Irene looked at Bang Noven's eyes, trying to guess what had happened between Vindy and her husband.


Bang Noven looked down lethargic with a face full of regret and guilt.


"Sorry deck. Your past may bother you a lot, but trust me. No more..!!" Bang Noven.


"Abaang???? Vindy's brother and sister?????" Irene could not say anything and could only lean back.


"All right. I say goodbye. Congratulations on your marriage. I won't disturb your relationship anymore..!!" As soon as Vindy stood up and stepped away leaving Bang Noven's room without turning her head again.


Now there is only Bang Noven and Irene in the workspace measuring four times five meters.


"Irene's angry about your past?" Ask Bang Noven.


"Atm card cases alone can be that angry. Now the reality is that Vindy came and demanded what you did first. Did you just do something like that?? Irene has also." Answer Irene.


Now Bang Noven was leaning down and Irene turned her face away. There was an indescribable pain within his chest.


"Daddy......"


"Don't talk anymore. Irene did not want to hear any defense from Brother..!!" Irene got up from her seat. His head felt dizzy in circles but he continued to continue his steps until he reached the front door of Bang Noven's study, Irene staggered limp and accidentally collapsed on Prada Dwipa who had just come to Bang Noven's room.


"Mother..Mom's permission is okay??" Bang Dwipa's question could not hide his panic.


Bang Noven who no less panicked to come running and take over Irene from her adjutant.


"Your penance..!!" Bang Noven's orders were lazy to see Bang Dwipa's face


"Ready..!!" He answered and immediately took the position of penitent attitude without knowing his mistake.


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