Twins Different Worlds
Briock's Mind

Irish stared awkwardly at Han who was sitting opposite her while folding his hands. Sometimes I hear the sound of Irish sneezing. The fruit of the crash into the pool that day, Irish being the flu, fever all day. Initially Han was quite sympathetic, but remembering this was the act of the pakdhe and Irish so easily entered Nanto's trap, upsetting Han.

"Hachylliii."

"Aissshhhhh!!"

Han thrust a tissue at Irish. The girl's face and nose were red. Irish has not recovered from her fever. But the girl insisted on having a meeting with Han herself.

"Sorry." Irish is back in her mask.

Han shook his head slowly. Trying to shake off the annoyance at Irish. However, this is not entirely Irish fault. The girl was simply too innocent for a man-related thing. It was strange, in Han's mind, for a woman of Irish age instead they should have had a lot of experience with the opposite sex.

Irish is not. Han could see how Irish seemed to make a high fence every time he met a man. Did this woman do it for her fiance? I don't know.

"Sorry Mommy, old man." Teo was present amidst the awkwardness of Han and Irish. The man smiled, in the end these two people were able to meet.

"Mas Teo, you can order some hot tea. Puyengs..."

"Ready, ma'am."

Teo came back out after arranging the two files in front of the two men. "Maxtain yourself if you're still sick."

"Amentar thok. It's final decision. Before going into production, I want to hear what you want about your hotel uniform. Three years ago you filed...."

Three years ago? The two people looked at each other. "Have we met before?" ask the two at the same time. For a second both were silent. The headache attacked both.

"What's wrong?" Teo asked frantically seeing his two superiors grimace while holding each other's heads. A few glimpses of events like getting into Han and Irish memories.

"What's this?" Irish asked inwardly. His head slowly subsided his pain as he laid on the table. Worse Irish, every time he has a headache, it will affect his stomach, nausea and vomiting. The girl hurriedly drank hot tea from Teo.

"The boy is hot." Teo shouted anxiously. Irish must vomit, so the headache will subside. Sure enough the Irish fishing rod worked, the girl ran to the sink in Han's room. Take out the contents of the lunch he had just eaten with Dea.

"We'll continue next time....."Han's finger felt electrocuted when it touched the skin of the Irish neck. One hand, he used to get rid of the hair covering the Irish face. As their skin touched, Han closed his eyes. The man's mind seemed to be sucked into a memory where, vaguely he saw himself and Irish in the past.

"I've met Irish before."

Inner Han, one sparkle interrupted his vision, and a ring shape caught Han's attention. The ring that Irish was wearing, the man released his hand on Irish, as his head was like being hit by a raw bogem.

"Mas, is it okay?"

"Dizziness Teo." Irish was seen washing her mouth. Then walked over to the sofa, where Han also sat. "Sorry infected you." The short Irish word. The girl sat sideways with her legs bent. Two Irish hands hugged his own feet. The girl's head was leaning against the sofa.

"I'm afraid of the meeting." Murmuring Irish. He wanted to finish Han's order immediately, because after this he started to get preoccupied with other things. Like. Be married? Irish exhaled his breath violently remembering that.

While Han, on the man's head again remembered the ring that Irish was wearing. He remembers having a ring like that. Giving a monk from a monastery in Bangkok. The monk said the ring had only one in the world. If there was a girl wearing it it could be ascertained if it was Han's gift.

"Where did you get that ring from?" Han asked, coming to sit sideways, facing Irish.

"Oh, how long do you remember that." Gemas Teo's.

"Hey, you can't interfere in their business. Enjoy your day!" liong's voice rang out in Teo's head. "Yes.iya...." Reply Teo was upset. He absolutely could not help recovering Han and Irish memories.

Han was seen looking at Irish for a long time, until he saw that a single soul wanted to touch Irish. "Don't bother him!" Highlight Han's greenish eyes, making the soul blur just like that. Han's aura was still the same as before. Strong and domineering while protecting.

The man looked back at Irish, now Han realized, there was one happy feeling as Han looked at Irish. The girl who now seems to have fallen asleep. "28 years but the behavior of a dozen." Lirih Han, remembering how shy Irish was when wearing bathrope alone that day.

Cling, once again the irish ring glint bothered Han, should he investigate Irish. The girl who will soon be someone's wife. "Issshh, really cook I'm a pebinor?"

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In the cold palace, Briock appeared silent as he attached his body to the stone wall of the medieval-style castle wall. Since then the young vampire listened to the talk of two soldiers who were standing guard in front of his room. Intending to enter his room, Briock overhears a conversation that catches his attention. Talk about the father.

"Have you heard the rumors lately?"

"On king Diavolo?" The others nodded. The two men began to gossip. It was ordinary at first. Until she heard about "her mother"

"What I hear is that Prince Briock's mother is human. And the king of Diavolo died because of her murder."

Like being struck by lightning, Briock was shocked by this fact. His mother was a human being, and his own mother had eliminated his father? No way! This is impossible!

Briock disappeared from that place. Appeared in the father's room. The teenager in the form of an adult man began to look into the room of the father. There was a human aura there. Could it be true what the two guards said earlier? Briock went back around, opening a drawer next to his father's bed. Until he found one crescent moon-shaped earring. Again, the human aura attached to that woman's distinctive object.

"If it's true that mom herself killed dad. I'll pay it back." Briock Murmuring. At a young age, Briock has not been able to use his reasoning skills to think clearly, like seeing an event from a different point of view. Not judging a problem with anger.

In the Irish room, the woman breathed deeply. See one crescent-shaped earring in a special storage box. The girl thought, where did she remove the earrings. It was a gift from her aunt, Lira, on her seventeenth birthday.

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"It's a lucky earring." Said the aunt at the time.

"It's if aunt Lira finds out I lost it. Can take seven days and seven nights to aunty kece."

Will Briock consider Irish his mother and avenge his father, who is still alive? Briock's mind was unpredictable at this moment.

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