Bare With Bastard
Rymi's past.
"Father!" peeking Raisa did not accept, suddenly her Papa just slapped her face. What mistake did he make?
"You..." Argantara was furious, however he could not do anything if the reality was like this.
"Mas, what the hell are you doing?" asked Wana with her coo.
"Whose baby is that?" ask Argantara directly.
Duarrr...
Wana's body suddenly retreated, baby? What does baby mean?
"Pa.." he said.
"What do you mean Papa?" ask Raisa.
Argantara took out a piece of paper still wrapped in an envelope, and threw it directly on Raisa's face.
"I want to know, how does this kid explain everything?" argantara Hardik.
Slowly Wana picked up the envelope that had fallen on the floor, shaking her trying to see the contents. His eyes were round in disbelief, a letter from the hospital where Amri's doctor worked, and Raisa... The child, written there, was declared pregnant at eight weeks.
"Ray.sa!" stuttering Wana.
"Whose baby?" tanya Argantara full search.
"Pa, that's not real!" argue Raisa.
"Vomiting every morning even you become so sensitive to taste, asking for sour food, so with your circumstances can I deny the letter that Doctor Amri gave me?"
"Pa!"
"Papa asked once more Raisa, whose child? Who did it to you?" tanya Argantara interrogated her daughter.
Wana, his wife was already sitting in the seat pacified by some servants, her tears dripping down not believing Raisa would do such a thing to him.
Raisa is nervous, she also does not believe that she will end up like this, whose baby? He also did not know who was impregnating him.
"Raisa, answer Papa's question!" pekik Argantara's.
"Hiks hyks," Wana was already crying so hard. Wanting to defend Raisa, but she was also unable to hold back her husband's anger.
"Raisa, honestly son, who?" ask Wana slowly. His mind was on Jovan, what his son Jovan thought Wana might be.
Argantara shook his head slowly, what the hell, even Raisa could not answer who the father of the fetus lodged in her womb was.
"You.." Argantara's hand was lifted, he hated Raisa who remained silent, even as if more shock than him.
"Jovan Pa's son!" peek Wana, inevitably she said that, do not let the slap land again on her daughter's face.
"Jovan?" ask Argantara.
Wana nodded, while Raisa shook her head slowly, the woman seemed to disagree with her mother's words.
No, not Jovan, not her Ma... Not Jovan, I don't want this to get any longer if we deal with his family, no...
"Is Raisa right?" argantara Search.
Raisa looked into her Papa's eyes, the woman looked frightened, but she had no other choice at the moment, but it was clear that if there was a fetus in her womb, it was certainly not her son Jovan, she said, Raisa was sure of that.
"Java!" argantara Beaver.
"Raisa, answer... Jovan's son, right? You are dating that child, and how many times that child has led you to this house, replied Raisa do not just shut up!" wana Urge.
If I say it's Jovan's son, Papa will definitely come to Jovan's family and then there will be a very serious problem, because this child is definitely not Jovan's son, he said, but if I don't say that how do I explain it?
"She's!" hardik Argantara once again.
"I don't know Pa!" answer Raisa.
"No idea, you don't even know who the father of your baby is? What kind of woman are you, how have so many men fucked you that you simply said no! You think this kind of thing is messing around, what do you think I'm asking is a joke, answer, whose kid?" argantara. It's so embarrassing.
Argantara could not hold his weight, his hand held Wana's shoulder as a pedestal, why did this have to happen to him, to his family?
"Bring her away Ma, ask her who the man should be responsible for, I don't dare guarantee it will hold my hand if she continues to be here." lirih Argantara said that to his wife.
Wana immediately got up from her seat, immediately took Raisa's hand and immediately took her daughter to the room.
...***...
In a white room, a woman was crying all over her heart.
"Why does Daddy have to be so greedy?" ogre.
Rymi picks up his phone, presses Ayaz's contact and contacts him, but until the second call Ayaz has not yet picked up his call.
"Did he really leave me?" rymi's cries are becoming more and more.
The gunshot wound he suffered during the mission half a year ago can still hold himself to not shed tears, but why is it that a heart wound like this is so easy to cry.
Rymi remembers his first meeting with Marco so that he can become the boss' adopted son.
Flashbacks.
"What's your name?" ask a middle-aged man who just caught himself and a bunch of other street kids.
"Kill me!" challenge little Rymi.
"Why? Why would I kill you?" ask the man again in wonder.
"Because there's no more reason for me to live!" rymi replied sure.
"You're not afraid of dying like that?"
"For street children like us, dying is just a matter of time" Rymi replied.
"All right, what if... I gave you a choice!" challenge the man.
"I still choose to die!"
"You know, I've even captured countless of my hunts, but only you're the one who says you're not afraid of death!" whispered the man.
"Bring her up, give her food, change her clothes, and prepare a place for her to rest."
"I won't be your slave!" rymi's shout echoed as her hands were dragged away forcibly by the men.
One month later, Rymi meets the man again. Rymi finds out his name because the man introduced himself.
"Marco Arash!" said the man reached out his hand. Rymi refuses to welcome him, he still hates this situation, especially all his friends somehow his current fate.
"Say what do you want to say? Ask me something maybe?" ask Marco.
"Why didn't you kill me?" rymi asked, a cynical look of her loathed for Marco.
"For a kid your age, I admit you're very brave, saying no matter who you're talking to, I'm sure you're not an indiscriminate person" Marco said.
"Sadly, there's nothing you can expect from me, I don't have parents, so it's useless if you want to ask for abundant property by blackmailing others."
"You alone?" ask Marco.
"I'd rather you just kill me!" rymi's snort is upset.
"Why is life worthless to you? What if... I chose to buy your life?"
"I won't want to be your slave, Old Man! No, you hear me, you're not deaf!"
"No, as a slave, I don't think you deserve to be at such a low level, people who are not afraid of death usually never betray" Marco said, his outstretched hand gently rubbed the top of Rymi's head.
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