Beginning of Forced Marriage
BDP. The Part 25
Nayna was still pecking at the place where she stood, as if there was glue stuck to her feet, so she could not lift her legs to move, she blinked several times, too, staring in disbelief at what he saw.
He daydreamed, wondering in his heart who the woman who was crying in Arkan's arms was, the interaction between them both seemed straightforward, not reflected the slightest awkwardness of the two people in the opposite gender.
Arkan was also seen returning the woman's embrace and rubbing the back of the head, as well as the woman's back, seeing such a scene for some reason, there was a slight sense of unwillingness that arose in Nayna's heart.
Moreover, seeing Arkan who looks so attentive to the woman, as evidenced by Arkan who occasionally uttered a sedative word for the woman.
"What's that girlfriend of Om Arkan?" nayna asked herself with a tone almost like a whisper.
He wanted to walk to the couch, ask about who the woman was, what their relationship was and why she was crying in Arkan's arms, but he couldn't do that, because even to move his legs can't at the moment.
"Nay can please get some water" Arkan said, making the Nayna daydream crumble.
"Yes Om" said Nayna, nodding obediently and finally she could move her legs, return to the kitchen, fetch a glass of water at Arkan's request.
Nayna headed to the sofa with a glass of water in her hand, and handed the water to Arkan. "It's Om."
Arkan receives the glass and gives it to a woman who is none other than Listi. "Here drink first, so you feel calmer."
"Ma–makasih," said Listi in a disjointed tone due to the rest of the crying.
"Are you sure of your decision?" ask Arkan looking at Listi who just finished sipping his drinking water.
"Yes, now I'm very confident, free I continue to maintain the relationship, if only one side wants to defend it" said Listi with a faint nod of the head.
"Have you asked your family and family for their opinion?" ask Arkan again.
"They handed over the decision to me completely."
Listi nodded her head again, seeing that Arkan was just a perceiving beard, while Nayna was still standing not far from the sofa where they were sitting.
He did not understand what they were talking about at all, but he could conclude, if the woman in front of Arkan was going through a breakup.
"Why did you come here now, what about your son, did you leave him alone?"
"At home there is a nanny, you know yourself, no, if you are in a state of mind like this, I just need a storymate, so I'm here, rather than me doing other reckless things while being in a state of mind like this," said Listi occasionally wiping tears with a tissue.
"Alright, you can calm down for a while here, but my advice is not to take too long, pity your son if you leave it too long." Arkan rubbed against Listi's back gently, intending to return to calm.
"Yes when I'm better, I'll go straight home" said Listi nodding his head.
The interaction of the two men, not separated from the observation of Nayna who was still there, Nayna felt that if the woman was not an arbitrary woman, she believed that the woman was a special person for Arkan.
Seen from the way Arkan treated her, with just a single look, everyone must have known about it, because of Arkan's caring attitude towards the woman.
"If you want to do something else, go away" Arkan said, turning to look at Nayna.
Hearing that Nayna was a little dislike, she felt that Arkan was currently casting her out subtly, she was just silent, not directly answering Arkan's words just now.
"Okay Om, if there's anything call me again, yes Om," said Nayna with a heavy heart.
He left with a slightly sad heart, as Arkan did not even try to introduce himself to the woman who looked beautiful and mature.
"What do you think of Nay, remember your position here is only as a hitchhiking, so don't expect too much" Nayna murmured as she stepped back into the kitchen.
He tried to remind himself of his position there, but no matter how hard he tried to remember it, there was still a bit of unwillingness to see Arkan pay attention to Listi.
"The woman is beautiful, she also looks mature and attractive, so it's natural that Om Arkan has more feelings for her," muttered Nayna while putting dirty clothes into the washing machine that Arkan recently bought.
Nayna went back to her daydreaming activities, she was also curious about what was happening on the sofa, wanting her to go back there and see what the two men were doing.
However, he couldn't possibly do that, Arkan would definitely not like it, if he were to meddle too much in Arkan's personal affairs.
Finally he harbored the curiosity that arose in his heart and busied himself with doing homework as usual, trying not to think about what happened to Arkan and his guests.
When Nayna was busy with her activities, Arkan came to her who was mopping the kitchen floor. Arkan stood at the kitchen door knowing that the kitchen floor was still wet.
"I want to go first, bring my friend and get to work."
Nayna paused her activity and looked at Arkan, before long she nodded.
"Yes Om" said Nayna briefly.
"If you want to clean up my room, just clean it up."
"Yes Om." Again and again Nayna only answered him briefly.
Instead of going straight away, but Arkan still remained silent in the doorway and stared at Nayna intensely, making Nayna feel a little uncomfortable.
"What's the matter, Om, is there anything Om wants to say again?" nayna looked at him in wonder.
"You be careful at home, if there's anything, just call me" Arkan said.
"Okay, Om be careful too."
"Yes." Yeah."
Arkan starts to leave from there leaving Nayna, heading to the living room to see Listi again, Nayna walks towards the door, trying to peek at what is happening on the sofa.
"Let's take me home, and I'll go to work" Arkan told Listi.
"Yes, we'll take my car, it's okay, right?" sahut Listi who has started to stand.
"Yes come on, let me go to work on public transport."
After that, Arkan and Listi left, while Nayna, still overwhelmed with curiosity, walked towards the window, peering out of the window, saw Arkan and Listi enter Listi's car and slowly the car left the courtyard of the house.