Beginning of Forced Marriage
BDP. The Part 31

Today is Raffa's schedule, to do a series of chemotherapy, Arkan faithfully memamaninya, waiting beside him, as a form of support for Raffa.

"Om, I already know everything" Raffa said suddenly, to Arkan who was standing next to the hospital bed where he lay.

"What do you know?" asked Arkan with a frown and looked at Raffa full of astonishment.

"If the boy that my boyfriend is carrying is really my son" Raffa said confidently.

"How do you know?"

Raffa looked at Arkan and smiled, at the man he loved dearly, the man who had replaced the figure of parents in his life, for several years.

The man who always put him first, rather than himself, remembering Arkan's virtues, made Raffa feel lucky to have him, when he had no more parents.

After a moment of silence, Raffa finally began to emit his voice again and tell him what he just knew.

"So before coming here, I took the time to see the doctor who handled it, I urged the doctor to say, when did my boyfriend come to check the contents for the first time and at what age it was, when he came there."

"The doctor finally said it all, after hearing the doctor's answer, I finally matched his gestational age and the events that happened between us" Raffa said with a face that seemed to sparkle happily.

Yes, he did see an obstetrician who became a doctor at the hospital, the hospital where Nayna used to check the contents.

Arkan was silent, watching Raffa's happy expression, but there was sadness on his face.

"But baby, he's married now, I'm sure he's married because he was forced, he must have been confused and frightened at that time, until he just got married," raffa's connection with a face that turns into a mute.

"It's only natural that right now he's so mad at me, I'm not there for him when he's in the position of needing my presence the most, Om, I'm really doing a vow yes, leaving him that way, let him face the matter alone!" lirih Raffa stared blankly, at the ceiling of the room dominated by white.

Regretting, maybe that's what is currently in Raffa's mind, he regretted why, at that time his condition had to drop, he was very sorry, why he was not there in such a situation, why he was not there, to make the woman he loves suffer alone.

How did he make up for that regret, will he get a second chance, so that he can fix the situation that was originally chaotic, in Raffa's mind, now filled with words of regret and questions, he said, about how he made up for his mistake.

"You should not think too much about it first, now focus first on the same chemo that you will do this, the problem later you can think again, if your condition is better," arkan said after a moment of silence.

"Yes Om" said Raffa, nodding his obedient head.

The door of the room opened, causing them to immediately turn their attention towards her and a nun entered the room smiling kindly at Arkan and Raffa.

"Good day, Mr. Arkan, Mas Raffa," said the Sister kindly.

"Siang Sus," said Arkan and Arkan simultaneously.

"Would you like to start, Sus?" ask Arkan looking at the Sister who had started preparing the equipment for the chemotherapy.

"Yes sir, we must start immediately" said Sister with a nod.

"Alright, Om will wait for you outside first yes," Arkan said turning to look at Raffa.

"Yes Om."

Arkan began walking out of the room, sitting in a chair in front of the room, waiting for Raffa's chemotherapy to take place.

The longer the condition Raffa, not too good, because the cancer suffered Raffa, from a few years ago it was increasingly spread.

What he has to do now, especially now that Raffa has to take responsibility for his future son who is still in the womb of his girlfriend, the more dissolved in his mind, it feels like Arkan's head feels heavier.

Although he himself did not know yet, what he had to do for now, but one that he believed in, if Raffa really could not last any longer, then that meant, that was, he's the one who has to take over the responsibility on Raffa's child candidate.

Responsibility in the sense of financing the life of Ansk, until he grows up.

"Do I have to start finding out about Raffa's girlfriend?" he muttered to himself.

I don't know what would happen, if Arkan knew, if the woman who became the girlfriend of his nephew, was the same woman as the woman who had the status as his wife.

He already knows, if Raffa already has a boyfriend, even Raffa told me if he likes his girlfriend for a long time, even if he has a boyfriend, but only given the courage to approach his girlfriend when he was about to graduate from school.

Only, he had never asked further about Raffa's girlfriend before, as he was unwilling to make his niece uncomfortable, if he was too meddling in her personal affairs.

Arkan never forbade or restricted it, he only directed his nephew, so as not to be outrageous in dating or getting along.

Really, he never expected, if something like this would happen to his uncle, it was completely beyond his expectations.

In the middle of his daydream, suddenly his phone rang he saw, it turned out Nayna's who contacted him, without waiting again, the man immediately answered his phone.

"Why Nay?" ask Arkan when he gets the call.

'Om, I want to go to my parents' house can't I? Mama called, asked me to come over there.'

"Yes, go."

'But if I go there can't be Om?'

"Can."

'Well if it is.'

After the call was interrupted, Arkan put his phone back in his pants pocket, so much in his mind, he did not realize if he had just spoken briefly to Nayna.

Because of this, Nayna who is currently preparing to go to her parents' house, thinking bad, she becomes negative towards Arkan.

He also wondered what Arkan was doing, like a lazy person talking to him.

"Maybe Om Arkan is busy with his work, why are you thinking too much anyway, Nay," Nayna told herself.

Nayna immediately got out of her house, she entered the car that her mother sent to pick her up there, to be honest, her feelings were a little uneasy, because for the first time, she was going back home, ever since he got married and left the house where he grew up.

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