White Eagle Sang Praja Bekti, Aksa Gavin Praja Bekti

From heart to heart

"Yes. Dian is a paid woman who is hired by Wira Atmadja to target the power of Adi Prama and Bekti government.

The hero just doesn't know who he's dealing with.

I could be even more petty than him".

~Part previous~

"Oh my god, oh my God........

What misadventures are afflicting my family and my relatives".

Jelita panicked like a dazed person.

Eyelight that used to be flat without a flash of various emotions, now nampa clearly read, like sheet by sheet of open book.

"Dear, calm yourself. Don't freak.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Chandra and Dewi, your sister, won't be easy to destroy while I'm still breathing.

Trust me, I'll handle them neatly".

Radhi soothes.

The middle-aged man moved, stepping foot to approach his wife.

"Papa's right, ma.

Never mind. I've grown up, trust me I can help papa cope".

"Alright, Kara. You are the son of my mother's pride.

Mama's sure you can protect your family".

Jelita.

"Yes already

I need to rest my body immediately.

Pa, I changed some plans. I suggest attacking them the day after Arlan's wedding.

Stay with the family lawyer Wira Atmadja.

We'll be watching secretly the old Bangka's disgusting behavior as Arlan's party goes on".

"Alright, papa thinks it's right".

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Alma is undergoing a ritual self-care process ahead of her wedding.

In the Adi Prama residence, Alma was held and treated in such a way, treated like a princess of the king.

Secretly, Alma was happy and enjoyed all the facilities he lived.

Somehow about Arlan, Alma had not even met since noon when Arlan asked her to be his wife.

Damn it Kara.

All this misfortune, comes from Kara's unilateral decision.

Because of his proposal to make Alma as a substitute bride for Arlan, Alma is now trapped in the Adi Prama residence.

"Iwma...".

A soft voice scattered Alma's daydream instantly.

The figure of a middle-aged woman who was quite graceful despite her not so fancy clothes, emerged from the doorway.

After a woman that Alma clearly knew, Dita.

"Thank you, baby.

From now on, call me and my husband by the call of mom and dad.

You'll be a part of our family soon.

Oh yeah, your mom and dad are gonna be there tomorrow.

I got word, they're shocked by your sudden marriage".

The little smiling goddess.

Recalling Alma's parents' reaction when they spoke on a cell phone call this afternoon.

Alma's parents even flocked the Goddess with many questions.

In fact, his mother Alma asked, could Alma get pregnant first, because she married impromptu like this.

As a mother, the Goddess certainly understood this situation.

"I.. I will definitely be cursed later by my father and mother, nyo. oh.. mama".

Alma was embarrassed.

"will not. If anyone blames you, then I will stand in the front row to oppose it.

Hear. Arlan is currently undergoing several treatments like you.

I hope your marriage will be successful in the future.

Treat my son like a husband.

I believe that one day you will love each other, that's for sure".

Alma. Deeply moved

"But... could it be that young master Arlan would also treat me like a wife?".

Alma.

His happy face earlier when remembering will be part of the Adi Prama family, now turned cloudy.

This is what Alma was afraid of.

What if Arlan never loved Alma like a husband to a wife?

Is it possible that success will be achieved by couples who establish households?

"Son, listen to mama........

Arlan is the son of our pride.

In the Adi Prama family, Clearly Arlan is the only son. Although his whereabouts are not always here, considering he is also my brother's son, Jelita.

And you know what that means?

Arlan would never disappoint his extended family.

Believe......."

"I'll try, ma".

A glimmer of a sweet smile rose from Alma's lips.

There was a sense of harrumph in Alma's heart.

Could this be a dream?

Alma comes from a simple family.

Being part of a blue-blooded family like Adi Prama, is a fortune in itself.

"Sister Alma,".

Dita who had just been silent, began to raise her voice.

"Yes". Alma smiled stiffly looking at Dita.

In the past, this woman was always cursed and maki Kara, her boss.

But now, this woman will soon be his sister-in-law. Alma does not know what mistakes Dita made in the past, Alma tries not to care.

"May your household be preserved.

I pray the best for you and Arlan's brother".

That sincere smile, real on Dita's face.

There was a sense of warmth that radiated throughout the corners of their hearts.

"Thank you".

"Alma, listen. Try to open your heart.

Mama won't be pushing anytime soon.

But, you can't delay having a baby soon, got it?".

Alma freezing.

"Yes. But I won't sue you right away.

It just...

I say my true heart".

"We'll discuss it later, ma.

Please, don't make Alma depressed on the wedding day.

Please give him time".

Arlan tetiba appears in the doorway.

Making Alma suddenly stunned by the words of Arlan, her future husband.

"You care about him, brother?".

Dita smile.

So too with the Goddess.

"Yes. We both remain.

I want to talk heart to heart with him".

Pinta Arlan's.

The Goddess and Dita nodded and passed away without a sound.

A few moments quiet. Room door shut by Arlan.

"elma".

"I yes".

"Don't be nervous. Just ordinary.

There are some things I need to tell you".

"What is that, mas?".

Alma started to control herself.

"Help me heal the wounds of my heart, Alma.

I can't oppose my family to defend Dian.

I hope I can get this straight away. I promise you.....

I will learn to love you.

I hope you do that to me too".

Alma. Her tears were full of haru.

"What, this time..... You have a guy who's in a close relationship with you?".

Ask Arlan carefully.

If that was the case, Arlan would have a gentle manly talk with the man.

After all, Arlan couldn't take someone else's property. It was never taught in the Jelita family, nor Chandra.

"Ti don't".

Alma shook her head.

Arlan stared fixedly at Alma suspiciously.

His voice trembled, his voice sounded a little hoarse.

"Alma, are you crying?"

Arlan's index finger slowly raised Alma's chin to look at her.

And sure enough, the corner of Alma's eyes was flooded with tears.

"Why crying".

"I'm....

you're willing to accept me who's this ordinary girl.".

Arlan's fingers slowly evaporated Alma's tears.

Alma suddenly felt like he was stung by a high-powered electric current instantly.

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