Transmigration Twins Antagonist

Transmigration Twins Antagonist
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Aruna coughed holding her reddened neck, looking at Dava. Dava stared at the figure of Aruna looking at him.” Damn woman... die you.!” Shouted dava in disobedience and left Aruna. Aruna silently looked at Dava away, refraining from crying, but the clear circle still fell, crying feeling tightness. Why can't he get out and get out of Dava's rotten world. He wants to be free, play and have his own world, not this.


Glory's been in the hospital for a week, she's been pretty good, Glory already knows who visited her when she first woke up. It was Regan's mother and father, they were very good parents, once or twice a day they always visited Glorry, brought Glory a healthy outside food, fruits. Juice drinks and also occasionally invite Glory to sit and invite Glory to chat.


Day after day Glory passed very peacefully, occasionally also when he visited her carrying fruit parcels. Glory doesn't know if the person who denies it is a stranger to her is not someone she trusts or cares about.


In retrospect what was Glory's relationship with Regan and the family? Or Dika? Glory believes that if he does not have a close relationship with them, they do not even hesitate to spend hundreds of millions of money to treat him sick.


It hurts so bad....


Life never knows what it will bring. Gloruy tersneyum miris remembered the last time calling Aksa but instead cut by him, then said if he chose to keep Aruna while it was the time where life stakes.


No. gabe... Glory knows this is alay, but is it natural if hurt?


“ Woy bengong aja loh.!!” Glory was startled when suddenly beside her there was already Regan nudging her arms strong.


This is him still sick. This guy has no brain, huh?


Glory glanced at him then gazed towards the door.forcing Smile.”Loh aunt, om.. You guys are here again???” Tanya Glory ignored Regan, because indeed the two parents Regan just came home from here, then wonder why it's still unique when only five hours ago they came here.


Panji glances at Komala.” Usually mak-mak rempong, he said earlier he cooked a lot for you, so if brought later tonight the food is not good. Anyway om same aunt free keep hehe.” The pennant chuckled sitting by his side Glory.”What was hem?”Glory's head was gently stroked by Panji, afraid of hurting Glory's stitches.


Glory looked at Panji and Komala in turn. “ Not also si, anyways if at home we have no work, today it's the date of the cariyawan red on not work, compared to the idle will mending take care of you.” Komala rubs her chin Glory. Glory chuckled warmly made.


Regan twisting lazy eyeball.” Duh so mosquito big cake rather sultry also well.” Regan fanned his face.


Komala and Panji interlock lyrics.”Did you hear anyone say anything?? How to get goosebumps yah.” Paji pretended not to see Regan.


“Bi..!! ih.."’


Glory and the others laughed at Regan who whined like a child for being ignored. Glory can feel the warm family of Regan. Not envious because he has a family that is also harmonious, just long for the moment where Aksa is always by his side. Bunny and Pipi who always hugged him especially when this scheme.


Hemm also misses childhood with this body's biological family.


How are they doing, Dad?


“Kok daydreaming?? What's up hemm. Did someone disturb your mind?” Glorry looked at Komala.


Komala is anxious to see Glory pinched pinched Glorry cheek slowly.”Yaanmpun you really cute si, can not well Umi brackets dikamnar continue to hug until Umi bosen. I don't think it's going to be bosen. Yaampun Nana.!” Komala was so agitated that she gently pinched Glory's cheeks with an expression holding back the anxiety again and again.


“Mi stretch that cheek Glory, gosh..!!!! later we make also well..!” The banner held Komala's hand.


Glorry chuckles.” Can I make Glory?” Ask Glory plain.


Komala chuckles.”Aware of her face Na. want a child as beautiful as you but her face is mediocre to be embarrassed.!” Komala took out the box in the bag she was carrying.


Glory chuckles at Komala's unmistakable and untrue remarks, Regan's father hemm the definition of happy really, big body, distended stomach, white and clean face, what else well? the curly beard is rather long and the hair is defended in two. Duhhh hemm he's handsome Just got married so not handsome too.


Panji poked his lips.. “ I am handsome well pas bujang, the proof is that you like me...!! you want to marry me.!” Reject Panji is said to be the standard face, who likes to be insulted and denigrated?


Komala plays her lips mocking.”You used to pellet me then I like you. fortunately Regan's face looks like I became handsome deh. “ Jawan Komala. Panji semkain pout dna choose silent feel in the ulti.


Regan chuckles at her estranged father.”Pi, accept the fact that abi setandar's face. Luckily it is still in the sukain Umi.”Regan Sahut.


“Who the hell said that???” panji sok said not listening.


And Regan looked at Panji growled.” Base bangkotan.” Mumbled. Glory smiled feeling foreign in the midst of this harmonious family.


“ Duuh this dear Umi make carrot juice campir apple, this taste beh mantul, continue there is also tuna porridge, this is also a tuna fish, very good earlier tried you must be bosen eat porridge that mulu, this is also there sob fish what is the name. Cork fish if the word is indeed the fish earlier, this is suitable for new ones already oprasi so that the wound is dry. Eaten well dear” said Komala smiled.


“This is very good loh Ri porridge, abi was also tried. Here Abi bribe, you must be addicted, “ Glory want to refuse when Panji silences him but Panji has already bribed him , making Glory inevitably take it slowly. mengunya and smile.”Emm yes delicious hehe.” Glory doesn't lie, it's delicious.


“Tuh kan again dong, sub also eaten well. this is very tasty suitable for you who are injured, the sub is also eaten, later abi buy in also sub Iga deh he said also nice--“ all cerocosan Panji meet the hearing Glory he fed.


Glory only occasionally smiled taking a bribe until the last drop. The banner colors the day when the Glory in the middle of them is sometimes cut into the aregan and Komala. Glory was grateful that both were so good. So he did not get stuck in pain.


On the other hand Faris silently looked at Glory with Regan's family on the monitor screen huh, sighing in smaping his wife.Both stare coldly at it.”We should take care of our anka there, not them.!!!!” Tasya said he did not accept, Tasya already knew her son Glory because she was told by her husband Faris. But they have no intention of picking up Glory yet.


Faris nodded.”You calm down first, let Glory be with them. Because that way he can be safe, not like near us, if we bring him home surely the media crew will highlight it a lot and he is in a much more dangerous situation. I don't want to lose him again for the second time.I want him to be happy.” Bisik Faris's. Tasya silently clenched her hands to look away from her unhappy face,


Faris smiled at her son's smile, not not wanting Glory back, but the pain of losing her child made her no longer want to taste it, not wanting to lose anymore makes him think the only way no one knows if Glory is his biological child. Let everyone think so until time is infinite. Until the decisive time... In this way he is free to meet his son, his son is free in happiness out there.


“ But I want him in my arms hiks hiks.”Tasya cried softly, considering that the beloved daughter was also warm with other families made her heart broken, very sick and sliced. Yet all this time he lived in deep longing, when he knew the truth even though he remained in his longing without being able to rise and come out in this dark corner. I don't know until when.


Faris rubbed Tasya's shoulder slowly sighed.” Glory deserves to be happy, if she's in our midst she won't be happy, I don't want her to be as brackets as she was when she was little. I don't want to let it go like this first. Later we can be with him to set the time, I've talked this to little Lili. You don't grieve.” Tasya can only cry bitterly.well his fault is also why many enemies.


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don't forget the traces...