Twins Different Worlds
Wait for Me

Han turned his head when he heard the sound of vomiting. The man moved quickly towards the Irish who almost fell to the floor. "You okay?" Han asked frantically while confirming the location of the Irish head on his chest.

There's fresh blood on the corner of Irish lips. Han quickly rubbed it. "Sister.." - Irish. Han tried to channel his spiritual energy into Isaac's sister. The energy was channeled, but the Irish still looked weak.

Until Isaac's soul appeared in that room. "Fuck him." Two words that instantly made Han see Isaac's face. He knew the meaning of the word binding Irish, like the bond of mate in another world. He and Irish will never be separated again if Han binds Irish. Wherever they are, the two will be able to meet again.

"But your sister won't accept it. He just hates dying to me." Refuse Han. She recalled how angry Irish was when her hand was touched by Han.

Isaac laughed a little. Yes, Han and Irish had just met, and her sister was the type to be hard to approach. How many men have opted to step back when dealing with Irish. Beautiful, independent and unwilling to budge, that's Irish. Men who want to be close to Irish must have unlimited patience stock. Irish is the ringleader in the Aditama family. Even their younger brother Ivan, who was a man was not a spread-bar Irish.

"Do you believe in prophecy? Forecasts where you're the one who'll take care of my sister."

When Isaac said that, Han could feel that there was despair in Isaac's words.

"Where do you know that?" Han certainly couldn't believe it. Han had only known the other twins in the world for no more than 12 hours, and now Isaac could say that he could take care of Irish. What the hell is going on? Taking care of himself is still a hassle how he will take care of the Irish.

"Where do I know, it doesn't matter. Clearly, I won't be able to take care of Irish for the rest of her life. Until the time I have to go. And it's not long." Sendu and sad, that is what is implied in Isaac's speech.

Han momentarily saw Isaac's sad face. "Didn't he lose? So he's not going after Irish anymore." Han's words made Isaac raise his face. He rubbed the Irish cheek.

"He was hurt, badly. But he'll be back. I'm sure it is. His heart is not broken. He'll definitely try to take Irish again."

Han was speechless, he was actually very smart about who Irish was, Isaac and also the demon man he had just injured. But this is not the right time to ask. Given the unconscious Irish condition. The girl still fainted in Han's arms.

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Han opened his eyes, the man was in his room after this morning infiltrating his room through the window. Her mother would go back to nagging if she knew Han came home early. Although Han was protesting to his Maae, Han knew that his mother loved him very much. All of his Maae anger was because the woman was very worried about the safety of her only son.

"I and Irish will be home the day after."

A line from Isaac made Han mess up his hair, frustrated. Until Han came home, Irish was not yet conscious. The girl still faithfully closed her eyes, even though Han twice gave her spiritual energy.

"What should I do?" muttered Han, looking at himself through the reflection of the mirror that was in his bathroom. The man only wears a towel on his waist, until Han's perfect body is real. A body that makes many women scream want to touch.

Han quickly put on his clothes. He's got a morning lecture, and he wants to meet his Uncle Somchai for a consultation.

"Wooiii, the son of lanang dare to go home apparently." Ledek a woman who looks beautiful at the age who almost entered the head 5. Beside him sat the father, who only gave a smile to see the drama of the son and his wife. It was always like that, since little Han to high Han was the same as him. The two men never seem to get along. Both of them love each other.

"So Maae would rather I sleep in Lung Somchai's place or on the street, be confused with the ghosts of girls who have no sexes."

The mama shuddered in horror, while the papa burst into laughter. "Papa mah is more willing to Han be summoned by a ghost, than he was mistaken for a girl so-genesis or even met TG (Transgennderr)."

One fell on Papa Han's arm. Han smiled at the sight of his two parents. Always laughing when he was with her. Han chewed his breakfast while occasionally making out a smile. Seeing his maae and phoo who are now even arguing themselves about the girl so-called events that have just become a hot topic at their family's dinner table that morning.

"So what do you want to ask?" Uncle Somchai asked as he poured Thai Tea. Thai Tea is a drink made from a mixture of black tea, aniseed, cardamom, sugar, orange blossoms, and milk. This type of drink is also called chayen. This tea can be served with added milk or not, with ice or warm. Chayen, one of the typical tea drinks from Thailand.

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Not answering the uncle's question. Han was just daydreaming, his eyes blank. The man's mind was fixed on Isaac's words, about the male demon who was coming back to bring Irish back. As if knowing what Han was thinking, Somchai could only take a slow breath.

"So you've met him?"

"Ahh..iya...who?" Han replied stammering. Surprised when his consciousness returned.

"He...they...." Somchai sat in front of Han. The man looked at his beloved nephew's face. Han, the young man whose birth even made a scene in some monasteries because of the strong Han aura, made the leaders of the monastery in Chiang Mai city think that there would be demons born in their city. Therefore, the leaders of the monastery agreed to use their spiritual energy to seal the Han aura. Until now, Han was able to use only a quarter of Han's true strength. So you can imagine how great Han's power is. The seal of the leaders of the monastery was what Han used as a bracelet with the symbol of the dragon's head.

"They?" Han repeated the words of his uncle.

Han took a breath. No wonder my uncle knew everything. "Then what should I do, Lung? I'm rattled. I want to help Isaac take care of Irish. But I don't know how. Lung knew that the man could bring Irish soul to his dimension." Han Curious.

"It all depends on you."

"But everything is destined. How can I fight against my destiny. If it turns out that my fate line is not to my liking."

"Yes, you have no choice but to live your destiny."

Han snorted in annoyance. The uncle said it was up to him. But if the edges must live a destiny, what use does he choose his destiny. Same thing, it's useless. Somchai smiled at the niece's annoyance.

"Gan, listen to Lung. There is each destiny. But right now you can still choose, even if you're going back to the tracks, the circuits, the tracks. He will let you feel the pain of your mistakes in making choices. But rest assured, after that you will learn from your mistakes and become a better person. So advice Lung, listen to your heart. Your heart will be in line with your predestined destiny." Somchai said at length.

"What if the steps I take will make everyone sad. And the risk is..Paman knows right?"

"Even from birth, you've been betting your life to survive." Somchai said as he recalled Han's birth.

Han took his breath in. The man did it repeatedly. At seven p.m., three hours before the Irish flight back to Surabaya. Han walked back and forth in his room. Ignoring calls from his maae for dinner.

The man ruffled his hair again. Until one remark from Somchai made Han snatch his jacket. Han immediately shot out of the room.

"Maae, Phoo I'm out first, take Ninja." Shouted Han, ignoring the protests from his father and mother.

"Listen to your heart, you will find the answer. Your heart won't make mistakes."

Han's big motor was winding down the highway. Avoiding the car traffic that roams on the big road. Han motor into Chiang Mai International Airport. Put the bike in the nearest parking lot, lucky there is still one empty slot for the motor.

Han immediately rushed into the airport. The man looked at the notice board. Flights to Juanda International Airport, boarding pass on status. "Damn!" Han cursed, but he still had two hours before the plane took off.

"Don't boarding first, please, please. Please, Cuway kha (please in Thai)."

Han ran as hard as he could, going up to the second floor through the escalator, heading to gate B, where the boarding pass to Juanda International Airport was located. In the hustle and bustle, many people were there. Han turned his body, looking left and right, trying to find where Irish was.

"Give me a sign, please."

(Give me a hint, I beg you)

Han's eyes were perfectly rounded to see Irish who was carrying a paper bag. Han rushed to run towards Irish as the girl walked towards the self boarding pass door.

"Da..wait!" shouted Han.

I feel someone calling. Irish turned her head, the girl's eyeballs widened as she saw Han, the man she had only known for a day, move towards her. Han immediately hugged Irish body as soon as it was in front of the girl.

Irish froze as the big tall man clenched himself tightly, as if not wanting to part. That's when the boarding call for passengers with a destination Surabaya, Indonesia, reverberated.

Irish quickly broke Han's embrace, "I have to go." Irish walked away from Han. But the man held Irish by the hand, pulling her back, until the girl turned towards Han. That's when Han landed his lips on Irish lips. The girl was surprised by Han's actions. Especially when one of Han's fingers touched the Irish forehead. Pressing it a little, until the heat felt flowing, starting from the forehead of the Irish and then spread throughout the body of the girl.

"I'm Yohan Aditya Elajar to mark you, Irish Isabel Aditama to be mine. My protection will always be with you from this second, when my blood flows in your blood."

Lightning struck in the sky of Chiang Mai, as Han uttered a line that became a symbol of the man's ownership of Ireland.

"Wait for me to come. I'll pick you up."

Irish eyes flickered comically as Han took off his kiss. The girl clearly did not understand what had just happened.

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