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Heart Oh Heart

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🌸Pov Nada🌸

Although tired hit the body,, it was difficult to close the eyes in a new place with an uncomfortable mood. A crush of guilt for the demands of the wife's obligations that I can't fulfill. Although the Lord does not demand, but still tucked guilt in the heart.

Heart oh heart, what the hell do you want?

Co-operated to do my duty as a wife, you refused. But when it comes to choosing to keep a promise to the true owner of the heart, you feel bad for the one who has opened your heart.

What a dilemma you have, oh heart, heart,, you,,,

I'm the lyrics of the Lord's brother who seems to have fallen asleep. She must have been exhausted after our wedding. In fact, it must be more tired than me because long before the day H he was also preoccupied with the business of wedding preparation. No wonder that now his body is shed as well.

Slowly I wake myself up. Choose to sit without a sound. I don't want to make a noise and wake up the Lord's brother. I passed the time by looking around the room that was so fragrant by the scent of flowers studded in the bed but still felt an unfamiliar room in my soul. All furniture neatly arranged indicates the occupants are people who do not like to mess. Brother God is so.

My gaze then scanned every inch of this room. I did not find at all a photo of Maharani, the woman who was almost married to the Lord. It seems like Brother God has already moved everything about that woman. Just for the sake of girls not knowing this self.

I wipe this soft and cool bedding cloth. Again, I feel guilty and I don't know myself. This bed should belong to the Maharani and the Lord's brother. Not mine. The one who should be lying here is the woman who loves the Lord's sister more than I do.

Thinking about it made me look back at the figure lying on the sofa. Pity to see his tired body curled up on a sofa whose length does not exceed his height. Wanted to wake her up and told her to move into bed but she definitely refused. We're going to argue and that means I'm just disturbing his sleep.

I ventured to get up from my seat and went down and walked to the bottom to approach the Lord. The closer I get, the more I can hear her smooth snoring.

Brother Dewa sleeps very fast. He must be really tired,,,

I'll allow blankets that don't close perfectly. Poor leg is not closed. In this cold room with Ac, he could catch a cold then how to use a blanket. After properly positioning the blanket, I looked at the shady face with those closed eyes for a long time.

Just this time I dared to look at him for so long and clearly this way. He who is completely immobile and continues to intense snoring makes me not afraid of being caught observing him.

Thick, black, black eyebrows, a sharp nose, a clean face, a straight, natural black hair, even when this creature is asleep it has charm. No wonder so many women expect it.

God, why is this one of YOUR creations so perfect? This creature is not only handsome but also handsome.

Ah, if you think that's not the question I should be asking God. The true question is, Lord, why is this perfect being that You are in a match with this disgraceful abomination?

Unbecoming. I really don't feel worthy of being with him.

"Auwh" I complained slowly as I felt the baby in my womb get up and kick hard against the wall of my womb.

"But son, he is not, Auuuwwwhhhh,, Auuuwhhhh,,, "" I had to shut my mouth so as not to make a sound and wake the Lord.

"Yes yes, I'm sorry. He's your father. Who loves you and your mother very much. I'm gonna learn to be a good wife to your father."

Bak got coercion from the baby, so I made a statement like that. And strangely,, this baby's movement is swallowing. Soon after, it became increasingly unfeelable. He really loves his new father.

Om Ody,, excuse me Tone. Not that Nada never taught our children how to love you, but this child does need the affection and protection of a father figure, just like I used to.

Brother God moved and it jolted me a little. Fortunately it was just turning its back to the back of the sofa, this time facing me. I shake my hand in front of his eyes but he does not respond. Brother Dewa is still sleeping.

Back I fix the location of the blanket that changed because of the movement just now. Then ventured to rub his cheek with a floating touch.

"Thank you for everything. This baby loves you very much. Therefore,, for the sake of him and brother, I will try." I said slowly.

Satisfied looking at him, I walked back to my bed. Back to my tired body. Start trying to close your eyes when the crush of guilt subsides a little after the determined heart will try.

Heart oh Heart,, Don't plan anymore.

🌸Pov Dewa🌸

I opened my eyes as Na was already lying back on her bed.

Thank you, Na, my dear wife. This is enough. Na fixed her brother's blanket, it felt like it was already proof that hope existed. The elder sister just had to be patient waiting until the love was present in the recesses of Na's heart.

Not knowing when Na hasn't slept. I purposely pretended to sleep to know that Na night likes to do what. Not distrusting him, but attention and want to find out what I can do for him in the future.

If I asked directly, of course Na would just shut up or choose not to tell me.

I know when he sits, and then walks. Although this body is behind him, but this love that is so burning makes my five senses as if sharpening. I could feel his presence just from the scent of his body. I could feel him getting closer by relying only on a faster heartbeat.

At the top, when Na fixed my blanket and rubbed my face. I wanted to open my eyes and take her in my arms. But I held him back with all my might. I don't want to embarrass him by touching me to be quiet.

Na,, this blanket will not be washed so that the scent of Na's hand does not disappear. This blanket is a silent witness where Na shows Na's love for her sister. Although only a small concern, you think this is love.

Then what about my face that has been softly defended even though it floats and even makes the fine fur of my face bristles??

Can I not take a shower?? Fear of the former touch Na fade hehehehe,,,,

Hearts oh Hearts, Why is this so? Once chosen, you can no longer switch.

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