Forbidden Passion My Father's Wife
Hearts of Om Roy

No one is going to be low or be high by forgiving someone. Roy knew it, and he did.

"I forgive you. And I won't demand any explanation for you. So, forget all your past. Now you need to focus on your son. Keep your health and the baby in your womb," said Roy who increasingly makes Yura feel more guilty.

"Om not angry with me? Angry or maki me, Om. I knew I was wrong" said Yura, still not having the face to look at Roy's face.

"I hear enough of your regrets. I know you're not a bad girl, even I feel sorry for you for what happened to you. Don't you want to find the man who planted the seed in your womb? Don't you know the slightest bit of information about his whereabouts?" insist Roy.

He was eager to hit the bastard man who had already taken a chance on Yura. Tell him he's been framed by his bastard friend, but the man's time doesn't know which woman he booked!

Yura felt guilty again. Anxiety enveloped him. Obviously he knew who the jerk was that got him pregnant, but he probably told Roy.

What will their relationship form. Yura was pregnant with her husband's own granddaughter. What does the world say?

If before marriage Yura knew that the one who impregnated her was Roy's son, where maybe Yura would want to marry the angel's kind-hearted man.

"Yura, just remember. Maybe you can draw her face, or you're her feature. Om will be looking for that irresponsible man!"

"That night I was unconscious, Om. Didn't see his face. When I woke up, I was the only one in the room, naked," Yura replied. Not all the woman's words were a lie, even almost all true except the part that did not see her face.

When Erlang had started to kiss her, Yura who had fallen asleep finally woke up and saw the man who was trying to kiss her lips. Yura's hand violently pushed the man's chest to make room between them until she saw Erlang's face right in front of her eyes. So close, the tip of their noses just touch each other.

"Yes, don't think about it" Roy replied when he saw Yura's frightened face. He thought that the girl must still be traumatized by the man's actions.

"Yes, Om. I want to forget that fateful night. Do not want to remember the smallest thing again," he said lirih.

Seeing the sadness on Yura's face, Roy did not want to discuss it either. He did not want to add to Yura's grief. He sincerely, will accept Yura whatever her circumstances and give her last name for the child later.

"If Om will divorce me for this baby, I will accept. But please, don't ask me to throw it away. This child is innocent" he said bitterly.

Roy salutes Yura. At the beginning of knowing the pregnancy, the woman could have thrown the fetus away, but in the midst of despair, she chose to keep it.

"I'm not going to divorce you, what else until I ask you to dump the fetus. Instead I will give my name to him" replied Roy gently who returned to warm Yura's heart.

"I'm getting bad and feeling guilty about Om. With what do I repay kindness, Om?" yura asked holding Roy's hand.

Now Mika's feelings are relieved. No longer did that guilty feeling continue to attack his conscience every time he received Roy's kindness.

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Unknown to Yura, Roy still orders people to find information about the whereabouts of Yura's friend who has trapped the girl while punishing them for what they have done to Yura.

The only person she loved, had already left her not long after giving birth to Erlang. The first and only love in his heart.

He still vividly remembered the beautiful smile of his wife before exhaling his last breath.

"Titip Erlang, Mas. Take care and love him," Mentari's pinta hugged Roy's hand that could not stop his crying on the night of his wife's departure. Erlang, who was lying in a baby box, fell asleep without knowing that night his mother would leave for eternity to leave them both in this mortal world.

He is determined to give happiness to Yura, all the attention and affection that he has not been able to give to Mentari. However, his intention was certainly not to have the support of the child.

Erlang increasingly could not bear to see the harmony of his father and stepmother. Maybe now he already has a fiancee, but every contact with the fiancee, Erlang actually imagines the girl is Yura.

The taste of his lips and de*sahan Yura was attached at each of his breaths. He was getting crazy and wanted the girl.

He's outmatched. He had already admitted that he liked even crazy about Yura, the thing he tried to always pat but ended in failure.

Erlang's jealousy was even more evident when he arrived home, the maid told him that the husband and wife were gone and that soon the two came home, entering the house with Yura's hand holding Roy's hand. If only the eyes look, they look more like the father and daughter, as well as the way Yura took Roy.

"You're home yet? How's your business in Australia?" roy asked halted his steps as he entered the living room and realized Erlang was there.

"Done. Beres. Is there any business I can't finish, Papa? While Papa is here busy with his young wife!"

That remark of course intended to offend Roy as well as insult Yura, Roy knew the purpose of his son. Sometimes Roy thinks it would be better if he moping like before? What's wrong if now he becomes more able to enjoy life thanks to Yura at his side.

There was no physical touch, only Yura's loyalty was willing at all times to accompany her in conversation, and it made her happy, feeling appreciated. Roy seemed to get the attention of his own son, which he did not get from Erlang.

"Papa doesn't want to argue with your words. Papa wants to go to the room," said Roy continued his steps followed by Yura, even the girl was not willing to look at Erlang.

Yura had already decided to no longer give any reaction to Erlang. It was enough that he played with fire, following the desires of his heart. He just wants to be loyal and dedicate his life to Roy.

It was all he could do to repay the man's kindness. After all, she was sincere to faithfully take care of Roy, even though she did not get an inner living from her husband.

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