Beginning of Forced Marriage
BDP. Part 2
After the commotion that occurred a few hours ago, now this was where they were. In an office of religious affairs, they had just held an ijab qabul that was done with impromptu.
"For marriage certificates and other files, you can come back here in a week to get them," said an official of the religious affairs office while cleaning up the files belonging to the couple who a few minutes ago had been legally a husband and wife.
The marriage was done that day, there were only two witnesses, the guardian of the women and the ruler who married them, although at first the office of religious affairs was astonished, when Ferdi asked to do the wedding today as well, but they finally agreed.
Although they do not directly receive a marriage license, because it must be processed again, to get a marriage license, given that very short time.
There is no wedding ring or anything else that is a sign, if they are married. Only a hundred thousand rupiahs became Arkan's dowry for the woman named, Nayna Camelia.
Arkan stared blankly in any direction, he could not believe what had just happened. In just a few hours, he now holds the status of a husband.
The husband of a woman he didn't even know, he saw her almost every day, for lunch and stayed there for a few hours.
"Alright, let's go home," asked Ferdi who began to stand up from his seat.
Followed by the wife, the man who became the father of Nayna, then looked at Arkan and Nayna who were still fluttering in his place, busy with their respective thoughts.
"Why are you quiet, are you going to stay here!" Ferdi's stern voice, causing Nayna and Arkan's attention to be distracted.
They immediately realized, staring at each other for a while, then Nayna lowered her face and began to stand from the chair that became her seat.
"Let's get out of here" asked Ferdi again who started to step away from there.
Seeing that both of her parents were gone, Nayna followed them, walking behind them. However, when he was about to ride his papa car, Ferdi's voice held back his movement.
"You live with your husband, from now on your responsibility, has become the responsibility of the man who became your husband. Ma, give her tasya, after that we go straight home!"
"Well Pa," said Winda's mother from Nayna.
Winda took a sizable bag, from the trunk of the car and handed it to his only child.
"I'm sorry Ma!"
Winda did not understand it, it was clear that the woman who gave birth to him was still surrounded by disappointment over what happened to him.
Nayna took over the bag that was in the hand of the Winda, before long Winda began to step into the car following her husband.
Nayna stared at the car that had now started to walk further away from her, she lowered her head to hide her cries, lamenting the mistakes and fate that had now destroyed all her beautiful dreams.
"Let's go." It was just that short, flat word that Nayna heard from the mouth of the man who had become her husband.
Nayna followed Arkan's steps, leaving the courtyard of the religious affairs office, they walked towards the highway, during the journey there was only silence.
The woman did not dare to ask where they were headed, she only resigned when Arkan told her to come into the angkot quite a lot of passengers.
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Shortly after, Arkan stops right in front of a simple house without gates and has a yard that is not too wide. The man took the key from his pants pocket and unlocked the house.
"Lake in."
Nayna just nodded and glanced at the flat face of the man who was quite mature, he walked into the house that only had one living room that could be used for the family room as well as the living room.
"Your room is there" pointed it at a brown teak door, without looking at Nayna.
After saying that, he again stepped towards the door that was at the side, the door that he had shown to Nayna.
"Om I'm sorry" said Nayna, who ventured to open her voice.
Arkan stopped his steps and turned to look at Nayna, who was still bowing her head, looking her fingers, squeezing the rope of the big bag where she was wearing it, indicating that she was nervous.
"I'm sorry for suddenly dragging Om around like this" Nayna said.
"Why did you do that?" ask Arkan looking at Nayna coldly.
"I'm afraid of my father when he's angry. She would do anything without thinking, so when she asked me to drop my womb, I was so scared, "nayna still dared not look at Arkan.
"Why should I be the one you pull, why not someone else!" furious Arkan.
"I don't know, it all just happened. Somehow when papa talked about aborting my womb I got out of the car and it turns out I stopped at the restaurant and saw Om."
"I know you must have arranged this before, right? You purposely dragged me, so that your son would not be born without a father. You think like that, I'd like to acknowledge the boy as my son?"
Hearing the sarcastic words and the punch that was thrown from Arkan's mouth, making Nayna more down, sick, tight, and sick. That was the picture for his heart at this moment.
However, he realized this was his fault, his fault was dragging Arkan into his complicated life, it was only natural that Arkan had bad thoughts about him.
"Om calm, I'll file for divorce soon when I'm older, so my papa won't be able to force me to abort her later."
Nayna said it with great conviction, nor did she want to drag Arkan into her troubles, but she had no other choice, in addition to seeking refuge for her and her future innocent child at this time.
"Do you really, want to keep that kid. Even though the father of the child doesn't want to take responsibility?" a cynical Arkan who only answered a nod of the head by Nayna.
"Make it will, but it's turn to happen like this, not want to be responsible and even drag people who don't know anything to be responsible."
"You too, should as a woman be able to maintain self-esteem and honor as a woman, not just to give up honor to a man who is newly dating, if it is like this, if it is like this, not only are you the loser, but other people are also dragged along!" arkan grumbled who was upset by the situation.
He chose to go from there to his room, rather than more and more, rude remarks that came out as an expression of the frustration that was in his heart over what happened.
"Yes, I was wrong, I shouldn't have trusted him just like that!" lirih Nayna pensive.