The Conqueror of Love the Heir
Polygamy

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A beautiful artist in a luxury apartment room, has managed to make a tragedy like a broken ship that has hit the reef. Crushed into pieces, that's the state of affairs in a messy room irregular.

The woman went on a rampage, screaming hysterically inside the soundproof room. Mixed with a sad cry is also laughter. It's like the role he's playing in a movie. Very slick in an unreadable facial expression while clenching his hands tight and raised towards the face of someone who was plastered in a portrait attached to the wall. A strange smile, which rose at the corner of the woman's lips. A smile that cannot be explained by words.

"Aaaaaarrrgggh! Damn you, women don't know themselves!" exclaimed Giska while throwing a newly bought branded bag yesterday into the bed with a silk bed.

Drrr.. Drrr.. Drrr..

The newly activated phone vibrated, after a long time he was off right. So that no one would disturb him.

Giska canceled the shoot today. Because his mood suddenly broke. Just because she saw her beloved man being alone in his study.

Anger mixed with emotions is the main cause of Giska who does not want to do anything, today.

If it was just a casual conversation, he would not be that angry. Before opening the door of the man's study. Giska had heard strange sounds that were not foreign in the jungle.

He scooped his face rough.

'Lord, she will shift the position of me who has been queen in the throne that I sat on for a long time, ' grumbled Giska.

Not the physical pain that Giska felt, but the heartache that there was no blood. However, the pain is still felt to this day. Pramudya Adiswara, the man who had a forbidden love with her for so many years, never once snapped at her. He will be treated special by this man. However, after the arrival of the new artist. Suddenly he was knocked out. Crashed from a high-rise building.

'It's all because of Ayona! Fucking woman! It must be immediately removed, before the virus spreads throughout the body Pramudya Adiswara!" giska's screams were full of flashes of anger in his eyes.

Drrr.. Drrr.. Drrr..

Her phone shook again and rang loudly, which was lying on her dresser. He was too lazy to take the phone call.

'So disturbing! Don't understand what. If people get dizzy again! Still making the phone call!' his grunts on lips are polished lipstick red. But still, his hands stretched out to grab the flat object.

Lazily Giska grabbed her phone and stared at the touch screen before her. A few seconds later the phone vibrated again. He still has to take calls from the phone.

"Where are you, Giska! Hurry up and get back here or I'll cut all your contracts!" someone told Giska on the other end of the phone.

Without refuting a single word. Giska rushed to the set that had been abandoned. He gritted his teeth as soon as he heard the sound. Her jaw was hardened, but her lips were forced to string a smile in favor of a camouflage fame she gained.

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All night, Mahen can't sleep. Because of his own mind. His view is now focused on the folding computer that is in the lap. For hours, she spent her time getting her work done by email. It did not actually invite sleepiness. Only when the needle points at the number 4 in the morning, he can sleep in a king size bed. Without Giska by his side. And woke up when the sunlight hit Mahen's consciousness.

'No more going home!' Mahen murmured to see his wife not coming home last night. Without telling him. Bad habits of Giska, the more days there is no positive change in Giska. Ever since he became an artist. She forgot her duties as a wife.

After preparing and tidying up. The man was sitting in his study, accompanied by a cup of hot coffee and several brownies. When the door made of carved teak wood, knocked. Mahen took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly.

"Mr Mahen," said Mahen who had just entered the room. "Everything is ready."

Mahen put down a cup of coffee that had been drunk half its contents. "He's not coming home anymore!"

Gala Hilton, the assistant. Understood. "Mrs Giska was at her apartment last night. Mr. Mahen."

"Is there a problem until he gets home?" mahen's eyebrows slightly bent.

Gala smile. "It is normal, competition between newcomer artists with the meaning of senior, Mr. Mahen."

"Ohh, that's just the problem!" Mahen commented on his wife's problem, just an O, round letter. "Then, what about the safety in the hospital?"

"I've been doing super tight guard around the hospital. And it's been spreading guards all over the hospital building."

Mahen inhales oxygen to fill the cavity in the chest. Sounds like good news, but in fact. The news brought by the Hilton Gala, had not been able to dispel the strange feeling raging in her heart.

As if understanding and very well memorized, mimic the face of his Master, when doubts approached. "Master, relax. I've done my best to secure Mr. Mahen's marriage with Miss Nayla."

"Okay, okay. You can always be trusted and relied upon. Gala Hilton," Mahen said, raising both thumbs towards the Gala, while checking the watch on the wrist. There's still about two hours before we go to the hospital.

Gala nodded, then contacted someone with her flat object in hand.

"......."

"Okay, it's finished by the MUA I sent!" gala asked her man at Nayla's house.

"....."

"Observate always, Miss Nayla. Do not let something happen that is not desired by Mr. Mahen," Gala said, reminding his subordinates.

Gala ended the phone call with her men. Then it approached Mahen. "Is this marriage too burdensome, Mr Mahen? I see, it seems like Master is in an uncomfortable situation. Since the deal with Miss Nayla was made."

Mahen turned his gaze towards the white-covered window that was splashed by the sunlight. "I have a good reason behind the deal."

"I understand that very well, sir."

"What's so good about polygamy? If a heart is hurt! I love the people who have fought in my life! I want to make her happy, even though I can't repay all her services to me!" the corner of Mahen's eyes had gathered a circle of crystals.

It may not look masculine if a man is crying! But there is no prohibition to remove what is a wedge in the heart of a boy born from the womb of a mother.

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