
Sandi stood with her hands on her waist. His pair of eyes flashed red, implying fury. Staring at his wife and daughter in turn, he was speechless. The more remembered, his chest tightened. Although Kenanga was only a daughter, the love for the girl was like a father and his biological son. There is no difference between Kenanga and Seruni.
“Say!” Intentionally holding Kenanga back, she did not allow her eldest daughter to go to work.
“Pak, don't get angry. Can be discussed carefully.” Lasmi sat leaning against the bed, both legs stretched out. Blotchy eyes, his body drooping weakly. Since knowing the results of the two-striped test pack, the feeling floated.
“How not to get angry? It's not a trivial matter, ma'am. Anga's pregnant. Pregnant!” firmly Sandi, began to be provoked anger back after trying to dampen it. The breath that was once calm, was now a mess. The hand with the wrinkled gurat clenched, the jaw line tightened.
Kenanga bowed, sitting on the side of the bed accompanying Lasmi.
“Say! Who?” Sandi's voice began to rise.
The girl who is the base of the problem does not bully. Remain silent a thousand languages, both hands squeezing each other on the lap.
“Say, Nga! Don't embarrass the family. If you do not want to be frank and cover who the culprit, please lift your feet from this house,” threatened Sandi.
Lasmi's breath suddenly tightened, her body again squeezed. He couldn't have imagined Kenanga being kicked out of the house. Already had to lose the opportunity to message people, his daughter also had to live a long life.
“No, Sir. Don't say it like that. She's mydaughter. Don't be unfair.”
“If you do not want to be expelled, you should be frank. Who did. We have to hold him accountable. It was impossible to let the man out of hand. Whatever happens, he has to marry Anga!” tegur Sandi's.
Lasmi. Her dream was destroyed because of Kenanga. Asa who always tucked in every night prayer is now flying. There's nothing left. All his struggles were in vain.
“But, Sir.” Lasmi hesitated to express her opinion. Especially when she found her husband being rolled up in wrath. “Anga is getting married. Free we search for the whereabouts of the man, still ..”
“No. The wedding must be annulled. It was impossible to thrust the pregnant Anga into becoming Kana's daughter-in-law. I will apologize and request the annulment of this match. We are not ...,” firmly Sandi while shaking her head.
Sandi shook her head to find his wife's stubbornness.
“Pak, could be later Anga miscarried and ..” Lasmi was unable to continue her words when she found her husband staring intently. “I mean ... here, Mr.” Stammering, the old woman hesitated.
“Hmm.” Sandi growling.
“Begini, Sir. The content is young. It won't be obvious. Let the marriage remain and it could be that the baby will be a descendant of Wis... what is his name?”
“Wisely.” Sandi answered a flat voice. Mimic unfriendly face, Sandi again shook her head. Arguing with his wife will only lead to hypertension. “Don't do anything outside your limits. I can no longer continue this match. I'm ashamed of Kana until she finds Anga pregnant.”
“But, Sir. Can't be like that. All preparations have begun. Which may be cancelled. Poor Anga, Sir.” Lasmi.
Chuckling, the old man observed his wife. “Never change. Worth it, Anga's behavior like that. Down from you, Ma'am.”
“But, really this cannot be undone unilaterally. Instead, the match continued. They won't know either. Married immediately and ..”
“Do I ask Uni alone to replace Anga. At least, the wedding preparations were not in vain. After all, Kana won't mind either. Anga or Uni.
Lasmi glares. Sandi's words provoked her frustration.
“No. Anga who will marry Wis ...”
“Wisely, Bu.”
“Don't be crazy. Don't be embarrassed. I'll take care of everything. Find out who the father of the baby is. We will sue his family. Anyway, he can't take responsibility. Anga will marry the father of her baby and Uni replaces Anga, married to Wisely!” emphatically Sandi, does not give a gap for rejection.