Beginning of Forced Marriage
BDP. Part 1's
In a restaurant that is quite luxurious, a man is currently delivering food to the table of visitors, with the same clothes as other waiters.
When he was busy with his activities, suddenly someone pulled his hand, causing him to turn around and face a girl who was staring at him with a sad look, and cheeks wet with tears.
"Help me Om!" lirih the girl presented a frown on the 32-year-old man's forehead.
Not yet had his mouth opened, to ask what the meaning of the girl who had come to the restaurant several times, a middle-aged pair came up to them with angry faces.
"Oh so he's a brash man who's run away from that responsibility!" snapped the middle-aged man looked at the man of complete name, Arkana Giovan with a gaze full of anger.
Arkan stared in surprise at the three people, he just kept silent because he did not understand what those people meant.
Suddenly there was silence in that place, everyone who was there was no sound, even they stopped their activities for a moment, both the servants who were working. Even the visitors who are eating their food, all focus on what happened.
"Now that you come with me to marry my son right now, don't even think of escaping responsibility!"
The man who is the father of the girl who is now bowing his head pulled Arkan's hand, but Arkan remained silent in his position. The man then pulled his hand from the hand of the older man.
"Wait for Sir, what does that father mean. Run away from what responsibility? And who are you guys?" Arkan stared one by one at the people with no understanding.
"Bad! It has been found out still want to avoid also by pretending not to know anything!" the irate father of the girl, was looking at him more and more sharply.
"But I really don't understand what you mean sir." Arkan tried to be patient with what happened.
"Br*ch! Dare to do not dare to take responsibility, after you impregnate my son, you want to take off your hands so, you br*ngsek boy!" Maki the middle-aged man while pulling the collar of Arkan's shirt and slashing a single blow at Arkan's face.
"Mr, misunderstand me. I do not know the son of the Father, let alone to impregnate him," Arkan argued firmly.
"Unfortunately, after destroying my son you want to run away, I don't want to know today you have to marry my son, otherwise I will report you to the police for harassing my son and running away from responsibility!" shouted the middle-aged man again.
"Don't dodge it, if you don't want responsibility, it will abort the child in my child's womb!"
"No Pa, don't do that. Let her stay and let me take care of her," said the girl, finally opening her voice and squeezing her papa.
"Om, I beg you to take responsibility, I want to take care of this child," said the girl, turning to look at Arkan who was now staring hard at him.
Arkan was shocked and in disbelief, if the girl who had been coming to the restaurant often said that.
The responsibility he said, what to account for, if they just don't know each other, the girl is really shameless, asking the ignorant person to take responsibility for her pregnancy.
"I don't want any responsibility kar—"
"Br*ngksek, still do not want responsibility too! Did you see this brash man, he ran away from his responsibilities after impregnating my son, would you just shut up, if what happened to my son happened to your son or the person closest to you!"
The middle-aged man beat Arkan up mercilessly, while the people there just kept quiet, because they assumed Arkan was guilty.
"Pa, stop! If you keep beating him, who's going to be responsible, we'd better get him to take responsibility soon," said the woman who was his wife broke up the man to stop beating Arkan who could not dodge and defend him.
"Come now you're coming with us!"
"Sorry sir, you can't take him for granted, I can report you to the police for accusing anyone of being reckless." A man younger than Arkan, resisted Ferdi's steps which had already pulled Arkan out of there.
"Report it, I'm not afraid! He should be responsible!" Ferdi pulled Arkan's arm back.
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