The Conqueror of Love the Heir
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...How does it feel to be cheated on? Strong survive? Staying nice? If you can't survive anymore? Should they be willing and willing to be released? Not realize? Indirectly cheating on a halal partner has killed the relationship! A broken relationship is not only with a married couple, but two large families that are intertwined together! What's worse. Disconnecting the blood of the flesh between the parents and their offspring! Satan will never cease to mislead the hearts and minds of the children of man. That's boasting!...

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The atmosphere of the room is completely quiet. The room that should have been the place of the marriage of a couple intertwined in the bonds of the sacred promise, now increasingly feels cold and bland. The residents are preoccupied with their respective activities.

After cleaning himself. Mahen tried to dampen the mess of his heart by sitting on the balcony of his room. A steaming cup of coffee had sat sweetly at the table accompanying Mahen's solitude.

The quiet day became perfect with the sudden rush of rain, accompanied by thunder and flashes of lightning striking in the silent night. No word from Giska. Stay positive thinking, that is what is applied by Mahen, so that negative things do not undermine his health.

Mahen closed his eyes slowly, feeling the gust of wind that broke through his skin. Imagine something that will happen in the future. There must be a wounded and disappointed heart, that is life. We must be able to pass it well or even fall.

The contents in the new cup were swallowed in half. The hour hand has also shown at 01.00 wib, in the morning. Mahen heard the sound of a new car engine entering the spacious courtyard of his luxurious residence. It looks like Mr. Slamet just closed the gate made of black painted iron mixed with gold.

The woman casually stepped her foot into the house without putting any suspicion. She did not think her husband was home, because she did not see the car Mahen used to wear parked in the garage.

The clothes on her body look very sexy. Giska walked into the room with a bag of groceries in her left and right hands. Hoby shopping with her socialite friends.

Giska who did not think her husband had come first and did not suspect a single thing. Straight into the room while humming happily. But to his surprise, suddenly the sturdy body figure was standing right in front of him. After he opened the door.

Mahen!

The two Giska netra were perfectly rounded, looking at the handsome man he knew very well, standing with a face that was difficult to decipher.

"Babies? Have you gone home yet? Why don't you call me?" giska's weapons are starting to be removed. She was pampered in the firm arms of her husband.

Mahen. This time his heart was upset with his wife's behavior. His mind was focused on his serial wife who this morning officially became a husband and wife.

"Babies.. Why is it silent? You don't like it when I go home? I also bought you a couple t-shirt with me, right cool---," unfinished the phrase Giska said, but Mahen had cut it fast.

"Sit there! I want to have an important conversation with you, Giska!" exclaim Mahen ordered Giska to sit on the sofa in his room.

"Now? Tonight too!" giska asked with his own face.

"Yes, now! It's morning already. Not the night anymore! Look at that clock. What number are you at?" hardik Mahen without a smile on his lips.

"Baby..," Giska attacks Mahen with his seduction. He was about to land his sexy lips on Mahen's lips that looked watering in Giska's eyes.

Contrary to the current state of Mahen. He was ignoring the beautiful woman who was attacking him. His burly hands reflexively brushed off Giska's face. He turned his face away from his wife.

"Baby, I'm tired! Why are you angry!" pekik Giska sulking.

"I'm not kidding, Giska! This conversation is important!" firmly Mahen stood in front of Giska.

"What's important?"

"Very important to the integrity of our home! It's about our little family! There's me, you and our descendants!" Mahen made his words clear. Who got the Giska plot.

"Why are you talking about that again! I told you next year, I'm ready! Why don't you understand me! I'm busy filming now, Baby!" giska Protest.

"Always and always that's your excuse! Capek filming! Frustrated hurrah!"

"Mahendra Vijaya!"

"Who told you to work! Many artists are competing to get the famous ruler in this country. To be her husband! But you're upside down!"

Mahen is at his fullest point. He is lazy to argue with Giska. A woman who keeps her ego principles. Women who are hard to compromise. Discussing about the house.

In times of tension and getting hotter. Sounded notif entered flat objects belonging to Mahen lying on the nightstand.

Mahen grabbed his phone and opened his green app. A message was sent from his personal assistant.

Gala Hilton sent a video that instantly made Mahen's facial expression become angry. 'Ah, fuck! Why should he! How should I tell Nayla!' murmured Mahen as he moved from his position and immediately came out of his room.

"Our business is not finished! You have to take responsibility for your behavior!" said Mahen and passed from before Giska.

"Mahen...!" yelled Giska did not accept himself left alone by Mahen.

Soundproofing room occupancy will never disturb other residents of the house.

Mahen went inside the room back to pick up something that was missing.

"Mahen! Where are you going?" ask Giska curiously.

"It's none of your business!" mahen's baritone voice boomed in the room containing two human children arguing with each other's arguments.

The hotter the atmosphere and also the mind and heart, the husband and wife are filled with emotions and egos respectively.

"If you don't want any offspring from me! Don't blame me if I choose another woman to house my seed!" threaten Mahen who can no longer be tolerated by Giska.

"Mahen! Don't be crazy about your decision!" giska.

"I'm still sane, Giska! That crazy one is you!" flip Mahen.

"Which language did you choose?"

"So your mouth! Mahendra Wijaya will not choose ja lang to hold the seed in his womb! My sane brain can still choose a good woman! My offspring will be born from a legitimate marriage bond! The woman who is the mother of my children is the woman who will take care of her morality and honor as a wife!" mark my words.

"I'm an honorable woman, Mahen! And I've always kept my honor as Mahendra Wijaya's wife!" sahut Giska does not accept Mahen's words.

"Sincerely said! Honorable who how is Miss Giska? Honorable by degrading her own dignity and dignity as a married woman! Instrospect yourself, Miss Giska!"

"What do you mean, Mahen!" Giska remained tight.

"Haha.. People already know they are wrong, still maintaining the ego! You don't think I know what you're doing behind my back! Or is it all just gimmicks? The relationship between the producer and the artist, only to increase the rating of the film you are starring in! The producer's scandal with his proud artist! It's no secret anymore, Giska! But really your brain is turned upside down, Giska! Just a camouflaged career. You have ruined this marriage! My trust you are in vain! And it will all end with one blink of an eye!" mahen said with a heart burning with anger. It was enough that he gave up on everything.

"Mahen! I can explain everything!" Giska still defended his defense.

"Explain it at the green table! Your conduct will be answered in the eyes of the law!" Mahen left the room and did not look back.

"Mahen!" giska's loud shout could not stop Mahendra Wijaya's move.

Mahen did not pierce even the slightest cry of Giska. He stepped on the gas pedal of his car. Drove his sports car into his new home.

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Nayla instantly froze, as she saw the handsome man who had officially become her husband this morning, standing in front of her with one hand outstretched. Mahen's smile is like magic that makes her body like a sleeping princess. The deeper Nayla sank into the handsome man's blue bead, the less the vibration of her heart became.

'Oh, no! Stop Nayla! Do not get mired in the vortex of pseudo love belonging to a Mahendra Wijaya! You're just a serial wife who doesn't deserve her love! He needs your uterus in place of his wife's womb to hold the seed planted, so he can have offspring! Remember Nayla. Only one year you were made his wife's sir! Don't expect more!' Nayla is at war with her heart.

When the cold wafts from the air conditioner, Nayla's awareness of reality returns. His eyes blinked a few times, and unexpectedly, Nayla released her hand from Mahen's grasp.

Mahen stood back on the edge of the bed. His gaze was immediately fixed on the young girl who was now officially his wife. Her smile broadened as her net focused on Nayla who looked adorable in a white oversized t-shirt on her body. The girl wears a white T-shirt belonging to Mahen who changed functions as a mini dress, if attached to her slender body.

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