Twins Different Worlds
Who's Afraid?

In the cold palace, Briock looked annoyed. He felt locked up by the Volturi. No chance to know the outside world. He was angry, bored and curious about the world behind the palace walls. Briock is like a grown man. Tall, big with the look of the father's face. Briock is a miniature Diavolo. The nature of the young man was stubborn, emotionless with an extremely overwhelming desire that he did not want to refute.

In his life, Briock only knew that his father was meditating, so he was entrusted to the Volturi, the assistant and supreme regent in the kingdom at this time. Armed with a badge and a sword belonging to Diavolo as proof that he was the one appointed by the previous king to lead the demon kingdom.

At first everything went well, everyone was obedient and obedient to the orders of the Volturi, especially the Volturi were wise when leading just like their predecessors. It's just that getting here, greed began to control the heart of his subordinates. Some are dissatisfied. Why should the Volturi take the lead. Moreover, the presence of Briock also raises unpleasant rumors in the kingdom.

They thought that Briock was not the son of Diavolo even though his face was exactly the same as that of the demon lord. In addition to the departure of Diavolo, no one knows for sure where. Although the Volturi said that Diavolo was doing long-term meditation rituals. It did not necessarily make Volturi subordinates satisfied. Even today there is a grapevine that Diavolo is dead. Various rumors began to spread about who killed Diavolo, and the name Volturi did not escape the vile accusations.

The Volturi had no idea what was going on in his palace. But he can't do much. All he could do was educate Briock as well as he could, also hoping that Diavolo would quickly return. Three years passed, he hoped that his master's condition would be fine.

There was a sound of slamming objects breaking from Briock's room, the Volturi rushed in there. The man took a breath, seeing Briock again breaking the items in his room.

"Bri....."

"I want out Uncle!" shouted Briock emotion. Briock's mentality is really not good. He underwent all his training as a future king well. But for matters of controlling emotions, Briock is the worst.

"You know why Uncle wouldn't let you out?"

"I can hold myself back." Briock was sure.

The Volturi. "Bri, you know who you are. And you know your greatest enemy is behind the walls of this palace. You can hurt them, and they can hurt you, if they know who you are."

Briok was silent at the Volturi's explanation. That guy told me a long time ago about who and how Briock was. Not to make the child feel ostracized. But so that Briock can take care of himself. The Volturi had already made anticipatory moves to keep Briock, but it seemed like it was being misinterpreted by Briock.

The two people stared at each other for some time. Body posture is the same but age is much different. "Don't let your curiosity poison your mind. It'll be dangerous for you." Volturi said as he patted Briock's shoulder gently. The crown prince of the demon kingdom is born of a woman of the human race who is deeply Volturi of love.

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Han stared straight at the stage in front of there. Where the Irish are exchanging rings with Eric. His memory drifted to the scene some time ago. Where she and Irish met on the stairs. Highlight the eyes of the two met, there were all sorts of mixed feelings there.

A miss? Wanna know? Or I don't know what they really feel. Clearly, their heart palpitations could not lie. If there is interest between the two. Especially when Irish passed by her. The smell of Irish body, Han felt very familiar with it. Like they were once very close. But where they met before. Question marks appeared on Han's head.

When Irish finished putting the ring on Eric's finger, the girl's focus was on Han. The two engaged in intense eye contact.

"Who is he?" The question immediately arose in the hearts of both.

"Mr Yohan Aditya? From the Shine Hotel?" A man greeted Han. Han stood up and welcomed the man's hand.

"Syailendra Aditama." Han was stunned for a moment, hearing the name of the man who was shaking hands with him. This man is an Irish father. The man immediately turned to the stage, where again Irish was also looking at him.

"Yes my master. There's something I can help you with." Aditama Group had one subsidiary of a good contracting company, Han even found that several blocks of his hotel were built by the office during the leadership of his father.

"I don't know when they decided to get married. But it would be a great pride for us, if we could use your hotel ball room to host their wedding."

"of course. You and your family will be a priority at our hotel." This time Han's answer was sincere.

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"Mas Han sure you want to drive yourself?" tanya Teo and Nanto almost simultaneously. They were quite worried that Han would get lost.

"Related. Believe me, I will not get lost. There are those I can ask." Han raised one eyebrow, looking at the corner of the building. Holy hooch! Kunti again nongki on the table. Nanto immediately patted his forehead slowly. Yes, what else to fear. Ghosts alone are not afraid, especially just street thugs or lost the way. That was mah.

Han drove his car slowly. Intentionally want to enjoy the night air of Surabaya. The streets here are quiet. Very comfortable to walk. Looks like he can start jogging tomorrow morning.

The one thing that made Han feel safe and comfortable was that there was no gender so-called occurrence in this city. Even if there were, they would only exist in a certain place.

Han was so enjoying the atmosphere, that the corner of his eye caught a single figure, which was so striking among the many people passing by on the sidewalk.

"Well, is he here?" Han pulled over his car, looking for a parking space. Half ran through the crowd. Some people stared strangely at someone who was walking around aimlessly. The man looked unsteadily nudged left and right.

"What are you doing here huh?" Han pulled the woman's hand. Bringing him over. Then put the suit on the woman's body.

The woman who was none other than Irish was gawking at Han who was in front of her. Especially the sweet treatment of that man.

"What are you doing here?"

"Back it. Which fiancee? Why go out alone." Han asked annoyed.

Instead of answering, Irish was crying, she was confused with Han. Where ever he faced a crying girl. "Lah cry. Don't cry dong. I thought I was saying you." Han started to get anxious as some people looked at him with accusatory and cornered eyes.

"I don't think he's lo." Panic Han.

"Biarin. Let's get married."

Han glared at the irish's silly answer. This sane girl is not. New fiancee, but I said let them get married.

"Hey don't talk carelessly, mbak, it will be a real event lo."

"Who's afraid?" challenge Irish.

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