For One Heart.

For One Heart.
7. Close to another way.


"Sir..!! Why just shut up?"


"Can Irene come with Om? Irene's afraid to stay here." Irene.


"Can't don't call Om on. What will be the next time you submit you want to continue calling me Om???" Bang Noven Tegur.


Irene flickered looking at Bang Noven with her innocent face. Currently he is very afraid of dealing with a creature of the type of man. "Irene can come with Brother?" Irene asked in a soft and spoiled voice typical of a woman.


Bang Noven's blood flow rippled up and down. Her male instincts were honed, her heart racing like a hammering drum. "May. but Irene has to obey Brother..!!"


Irene let go of her embrace because she was afraid again but Bang Noven did not allow Irene to take off her embrace. "Are we not getting married? Do you still not believe the man who will marry you?"


Irene trembled but she tried to believe in Bang Noven.


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Bang Jay's hair is still disheveled when it comes to the rent while carrying a car because of Bang Noven's request. He yawned and then entered the house, his style was still wearing a t-shirt and sarong.


"Can't it be midnight again that you bother me?? You kicked me out. Now hurry up and ask me to come." Oceh Bang Jay is still upset.


"Huusstt. Keep your voice down Jay, Irene just went to bed. Three village thugs ambushed the house and........... Anyway he almost hurt Irene." Bang Noven Brief.


"Aahh.. Seriously you Nov? How about Irene?" Bang Jay's eyes opened at once to hear the news.


"He was so scared. That's why I'm taking him to the mess."


"Lunatic lu. Where's Irene going to sleep??? Mess full bachelor. Transit messages are under renovation. Do you want to sleep in your room??" Ask Bang Jay. "Don't I have to sleep in Taja's barracks????" Investigate Bang Jay.


"Yes that was. You're caving pot. There's no way I should be Irene at the Taja barracks. It could be tumpeng donk." Bang Noven.


"Waahh. about lu Nov. When did I get back on your bike in a glove??" Bang Jay's protest.


"Just take off the sheath..!!"


"Ape lu kate?? Lu don't not remember how our pride outfit if you wear a sarong yes..!!!"


Bang Noven patted his forehead. "Wear the pants that are here pot..!!!!"


"You don't see all the clothes I've brought to loundry." Answer Bang Noven.


Bang Noven is getting inflamed because he does not know since when Bang Jay washed clothes like himself. Now in his closet there are no more clothes except the PDL uniform.


"No need to know, you got on the bike..!!"


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Before long Bang Noven had arrived at the Battalion dormitory. Bang Noven stopped his car.


"I brought my wife. Later in the afternoon want to propose marriage. Please proceed to the top party and immediately provide a report of my arrival..!!" Bang Noven's Order.


"Prepare to do. please Dan." Said the member who was in charge of guarding Satri then opened the crossbar.


Bang Noven returns his car and takes Irene to the officer's mess. Behind him was Bang Jay riding a motorcycle in a sarong.


"Open the crossbar, I'm again lazy to go down..!!!!" Command's upset.


No one dared to laugh at that one officer even though his style was often whining.


Bang Noven's hand wanted to touch Irene's cheek but she undoed her intention and set her breath for a moment.


"Wake up, it's here..!!" Bang Noven.


Irene wriggled, her consciousness still not fully even gathered. He looked around and saw the writing on a board in front of the car. MESS OFFICER. Then see the building that is not far from its place is undergoing a remodel.


Irene threw out her breath and then leaned back. "Why should I go to this place?"


"Is there a problem?" Ask Bang Noven.


"This must be an army dormitory environment, not just citizens can enter and for those who can enter on average must leave an identification mark. Brother of an outside worker, why go in and bring Irene here???" Said Irene who must have tasted a lot of sweet bitter life in the military dormitory.


Bang Noven kept an amused smile, he put on a panicked face. "But you were allowed in. Do they know that you're a high-ranking officer's son???"


"No way Bang, Papa never exposed his children. Not necessarily many people know that Bang Novra Papa's son." Answer Irene.


"Yaaa. continue how nih. Brother just played serobot just come in. You don't want to be caught."


Still in the debate, there was someone approaching Bang Noven. The man opened the window of his car. Just about to reply, Irene was already panicking at him.


"Ma_af Om's. We just hitchhiked through. We're straying." Irene said nervously even though the one who came to her was a member of Bang Noven.


Seeing that Bang Noven had no attempt to apologize, Irene pinched the man's arm.


"Let's apologize Bang..!! Do you want a push-up under the pole???" Irene's whisper reminded Bang Noven.


Bang Irene did not budge and remained busy with her affairs. "Who's got mess warehouse keys?? I borrowed donk..!!" Ask Bang Noven on the picket guard members.


"Baaang.. don't be sassy..!!" Irene was panicking for him. The girl was up to cold sweat. "Irene doesn't want to be punished with her brother." Whisper again.


"You're so noisy. Belaga is like a soldier's wife..!! Show me your authority..!!" Bang Noven.


Irene also saw Bang Noven so authoritatively talking to the picket members. Maybe that's why the picket members didn't fight back when Bang Noven asked for the key to the warehouse.


"Actually what do you want to do? In the warehouse there are many contents, one of which is a bullet. What do you want??"


Tau Irene who was amazingly acting and chatty was starting to get scared, Bang Noven put on an even more serious face.


Now that Bang Noven was approaching, he whispered in Irene's ear. "Don't blow up this battalion."


"Baaang, penitent Bang. Istighfar said we want to get married first." Answer Irene.


Bang Noven's smile fluffed mischievously, the typical smile of a striped-nose man. "Well, do you want to marry Om??"


"Yes, but don't make sure the Battalion is Bang. Irene won't be in jail."


"Hahaha. unfortunately you've been resistant..!!" Bang Noven.


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