The Heir's Naughty Twins
5. Japanes

Jjapanese. One of the countries that he likes when it comes and has many beautiful natural scenery.

The destination of Hestia is not Tokyo or Osaka or the large, densely populated districts. He flew to a remote island, hoping inwardly that he would be found by no one, either Darius or Eros.

Hestia drags her suitcase while Wija calls the owner of the house they are going to buy. Hestia had enough money to spend from her personal fortune, but it didn't matter because she finally felt free.

Bizarrely. Was his heart secretly hoping to break out of Darius' restraint?

Hestia had always thought that she was indeed Darius' son, so whatever the man did, Hestia's destiny was to be in his power.

Parents are God to their children.

"I hate him." Hestia muttered in front of the small flower pot of sunflowers.

It's summer now. His son will probably be born in the winter.

"Hestine."

The girl smiled a little. "I'm waiting for you, little baby."

"Hestia?"

Hestia turned. "I'm talking to a flower. I wish my son was as beautiful as them."

Wija raised an eyebrow. "Are you not sad?"

I'm not used to it, Hestia thought secretly.

If all your life you were educated with violence and asked to always do everything perfectly, do you think sadness is commonplace?

Even if Hestia was sad and wanted to cry, it could only be done secretly. For it is Hestia and as long as it becomes Hestia, it cannot be weak.

"I'm looking forward to my new friend. Why should I be sad?"

Wija smiled. "At least you're happy. Let's go."

"We're just walking?"

"The pick is coming. The village chief of this place will take care of you. The house you're in is his old house."

"Hmmm. What's she like?"

"I think it's pretty good. Speaking of that, your Japanese is still good, right?"

"Lumayan." Hestia speaks many languages besides Indonesian. There are many business relations from Japan so Hestia learned and mastered it in order to communicate directly.

"You didn't forget that the village's accent was different from the city, did you? Their language will be slightly different from general Japanese."

Hestia flicked her lazy hand. Walk quietly pulling his suitcase until a car comes transporting them.

They also talked in the car. The village chief told him about the condition of his house, the condition of his village, and the hospitality to make Hestia comfortable.

As Wija said, indeed their logic is somewhat different. Like the Hestia Jakarta gaul, faced with the pure Sundanese.

It was a bit difficult to understand, but Hestia could grasp the gist of the man's words.

They arrived at the simple wooden house of Hestia's new place. Similar to the old Japanese houses in general, the entrance of the house was shifted, and they were faced with a wooden floor as well as a small box table with sitting pillows.

"I've heard Miss is pregnant young." The man spoke to Hestia again. "My wife will accompany Miss for the joint examination every month. Don't hesitate to tell me Miss's needs."

"Thank you, Kitamura-san. And please help him out."

"Don't hesitate, Miss."

The man named Kitamura said goodbye to give him time to enjoy his new home.

Wija was calling Sela to let her know they had arrived at the residence. While she was busy telling me what the place was like, Hestia shifted the door while leading directly to the sunflower garden.

There was a sense of impatience in his heart to imagine that his son would be born and play there. And a sense of relief that he managed to escape secretly.

Now no one can disturb him.

"You belong to me." Hestia rubbed her stomach again. "It's just mine."

He could not wait for the sensation of the baby wriggling there.

The monster would never tease his son. And never will.

"Hestia, you brought this too?"

Wija held up a business card with a scratch written by Eros who had Hestia press.

"I forget men easily." Hestia shrugged her shoulders. "At least my son's father should I remember, right?"

"I thought you liked it." Wija chuckled and put it back down.

By the way Eros ... not looking for it, right?

Well, it's impossible too, anyway.

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