Beginning of Forced Marriage
BDP. The Part 13
"Why keep quiet" Arkan said at last, as he still saw no movement from Nayna.
"Y-yes, Om. Thanks Om," said Nayna awkwardly, he then began to move and took some snacks that became his favorite.
"Don't eat too much spicy, it will even have a bad effect on digestion," said Arkan though without looking at Nayna, but he knew if Nayna took more spicy snacks.
Without refuting or commenting, Nayna complied with what Arkan forbade, she again kept some spicy snacks on the shelf.
Once enough is felt, Arkan stepped back, not directly to the cashier to pay for their groceries. However, the man halted his steps back and looked at the phone first.
Nayna slightly glanced towards her back, seen if the man typed something on his phone, before long then stepped back with slow steps.
Nayna stepped back slowly as well, offsetting the steps of the man in front of her, focusing only on Arkan's back, she then again looked dizzy to the right and to the left, as if looking for something.
"It." Arkan reached out, taking the thing he was looking for.
Nayna was stunned in place, staring at the basket she was carrying with a straight look, looking at what Arkan had just stored in the basket.
Two milk dusks specifically for pregnant women who are large, have landed perfectly in the basket, to make a basket that was originally filled in half, has now become full.
"Om, this," said Nayna, staring at Arkan who was also staring at him with a frown.
"Why? Didn't the doctor suggest that you consume it, to help the growth and development of the fetus," Arkan said in a relaxed tone.
"Tap—"
"You take it easy, let me pay, I just don't want anything to happen to the boy, I'll take the blame, if something bad happens to him, too," bright Arkan was at length, while pointing at Nayna's belly, with the tail of his eyes.
He then resumed his steps, starting to move away from Nayna who was still pensive in place, he stared at that wide back with nanar.
"Why— why people who pay attention to you are other people, not people who should be obliged to do that to you!" lirih Nayna, rubbing her stomach with one hand.
Simple, but able to make his heart impress and vibrate at the same time, why is there a man as good as it is, remain silent as he drags him into trouble.
Why does the man show concern for her, when she is a shameless woman, should not the man hate her.
The one who brings misfortune to his life, but why the treatment of the man is even as good as that. Nayna kept busy with her daydreams, not realizing that Arkan had returned.
"Hurry up, it's late in the afternoon, are you not tired, daydreaming constantly" said Arkan who suddenly pulled Nayna's small hand to follow him.
Nayna just followed Arkan's steps without a fight, she resigned when Arkan took over the basket from his hand and handed it to the cashier.
After paying for their groceries, they continued their journey home. During the trip, no words came out again the mouth of the two men.
They are both silent, Arkan is focused on the vehicle he is running, while Nayna is busy with his thoughts.
Shortly after, the Arkan motorbike arrived at his house, Nayna got off the bike, when the man stopped the bike. He then opened the door of the house and opened it wide to be able to put the motor inside.
"Thank you for buying me the same milk snack, Om," said Nayna, who just closed the door and took off her helmet.
"Yes Om" said Nayna, nodding.
Nayna then went to her room first, took a towel and a change of clothes, so she could wear all the clothes in the bathroom, as usual.
While Arkan tidied up his groceries to a special storage cabinet for a snack, when he saw Nayna, he talked to her, until Nayna who was about to enter the bathroom stopped the gap first.
"Do you want pasta? I want to make it" said Arkan looking at him.
"What's not a hassle Om, let me make it after the bath" Nayna bargained.
"There's no need to let me go" rejected Arkan who had started taking the ingredients from inside the refrigerator.
"Well if that is so," said Nayna nodding resignedly.
Arkan had started making pasta for the two of them, while Nayna went into the bathroom and cleaned herself up after a few hours outside.
It did not take long Nayna had come out of the bathroom with a face that already looked more immediately, not as tangled as they were on their way home earlier.
"Let's eat first, keep taking the vitamins" said Arkan, who had finished making pasta for them and had started sitting at the table.
"Yes, thank you Om" said Nayna, then followed Arkan, sat at the dinner table and began to eat the Arkan-made pasta.
"Om cooking often before?" asked Nayna who saw Arkan as if he was used to processing cooking ingredients.
"Have you forgotten where I work? Even though I'm not a chef, I can cook enough because I often see the chef at my place of work while cooking" Arkan said without stopping his activities, feeding food into his mouth.
"Yes, too" said Nayna, who had just remembered Arkan working in a restaurant.
After that no more talk happened between them, until their food had been exhausted.
"Let me wash the dishes Om" said Nayna, who precedes Arkan, who will take the dishes to the sink.
"Well, if that's what I want to take a shower," said Arkan who then went from the kitchen to his room and soon then went out again and went straight to the bathroom.
Not much of the equipment was dirty, Nayna did so for a short time, she wiped her hands, then decided to go to the room.
"Have you drunk your milk?" ask Arkan who just came out of the bathroom and is fully dressed.
"No, no" said Nayna shaking her head with a slight bite on her lower lip, she had indeed forgotten about it.
"Drink first, after that just go to sleep," Arkan said.
"Yes, thank you for taking me."
Arkan simply nodded in response, from Nayna's remark, he then walked out of the kitchen and headed straight for his room.
"Why are you being nice to me, Om. Shouldn't you hate me because I've made you bond with me like this" Nayna murmured to Arkan's shadow that was disappearing from the reach of her eyes.