Beginning of Forced Marriage
BDP. Part 48's
Nayna still can not close her eyes, even though it is very late, but the doctor has said, if she has to rest more so that the child in the womb is fine.
He was pensively pensive in front of the flaming television, as if his watching television was not himself watching worthy of that flat. He breathed several times, each time remembering what had happened.
The natural worried look of Arkan's face continued to dance around his head, as if a broken cassette kept spinning nonstop, even though he had tried to forget it.
While he was busy with his daydream, the sound of the roar of a car stopping right in front of his house, made him wake up and start staring at the door that soon opened, displaying a figure that had filled his mind.
"Why haven't you slept? I thought you were going home to your parents" Arkan said, closing the door.
"I'm not sleepy yet Om" said Nayna smiling faintly.
"It's so late, go get some rest."
Nayna did not immediately answer him, she just looked at her late husband who was now standing in front of her.
"Om so busy, you can't pick me up at the hospital?"
"Yes, I had a meeting outside the office, so I had to go back and forth to the office and to the meeting place."
"What Om, just busy working all day." Nayna deliberately lures the man to find out if the man will be honest with her or not.
"Yes, why is that?"
Nayna shook her head with that reply from Arkan, she put on her smile again, even though she really wanted to cry, as it turned out that the grown man she had always admired, was not telling the truth, according to her expectations.
"It's okay, Om, I'm just wondering what Om's doing all day." Nayna began to stand up and face the man.
"Oh, what's the matter, what time did you get home from the hospital?"
I came home just as Om was delivering Misti's child to the hospital. The words that only Nayna could say in her heart.
It turned out that the man who was now only two steps away from him was completely unaware of his existence earlier this afternoon, he looked at Arkan with a sad look, but his lips were forced to smile.
Pretending to be happy when the heart is hurt is not easy, but not a few people are good at hiding the sadness they feel, just by smiling and looking happy.
"Did you not have any more complaints?"
There, my heart is tight and not calm. Thinking about Om actually having a relationship with Misti. Nayna shook her head with a smile that was still imprinted on her rannum lips, though her mind continued to complain about the perceived uneasiness.
"No, Om, everything's fine."
"Thank God it was that." Arkan nodded.
"Om going to eat or what first? Or just take a break?"
"I want to just take a break, I'm really tired."
Nayna nodded her head, she still maintained her smile, behaving as if she had seen nothing earlier this afternoon, acting as if she was fine at the moment.
"Well, would you like me to take a bath?" haggling Nayna again.
Just as Nayna was about to touch him, Arkan's phone in the inner pocket of his suit rang, the pregnant woman finally only noticed what the man was doing with the flat object.
"Why Lis, why are you calling, you haven't rested?"
"…."
"Tomorrow, now you go get some rest."
"…."
"Well, tomorrow I'll take it there, now how's Liani doing?"
"Yes, if so, I go to rest first, good rest, Om," said Nayna who deliberately distracted Arkan.
Arkan turned to look at her and nodded briefly.
"Yes, good break too" Arkan said briefly, after which he was busy talking to Listi who still had not turned off his phone.
Nayna immediately turned around and that was when the tears she was trying to endure from earlier just shed on her cheek. He really didn't understand why anyone was lied to by Arkan, the pain was worse than when he knew, Raffa just disappeared.
"Why does it hurt, Om Arkan lied like that!" curled up, hugging his own body.
He asked his own heart, could it be that at this time there was indeed a sense that he should have avoided, if that was true, why it should be present, had he not tried to give no loophole.
Too late in sadness, unconsciously taking little by little, until finally he began to wade through his dreamland, forgetting for a moment the turmoil that raged in his heart.
The feeling called love, is a feeling that is difficult to guess, he can stop and live anywhere without us knowing, as well as what happened to Nayna, he said, it turned out that as hard as he could, he fortified his heart so that the taste did not grow.
However, the feeling turned out to have begun to grow, blame the circumstances that caused the presence of the taste, when he was in a position of slumped, fragile, and weak. Arkan gives him attention, shows affection, and responsibility, until slowly, a sense of awe in every person in the man, unwittingly turned into love.
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'Why are you silent Ar, you already want to rest yes, ' said Listi from across the phone.
"It's okay, Lis. You take a break, you take care of Liani all day" Arkan said, sitting on the sofa and looking up.
'Yes, I will rest soon, thank you this afternoon you have made me nganterin Liani, sorry also because I did not come with you for the meeting.'
"Yes, no problem, now you just focus on Liani, later you can go back to work if she is cured, do not entrust her to the caregiver alone."
'Yes, I'll wait until he's cured, but the doctor says tomorrow if the fever goes down, I can go home.'
"Yes, thank God that's it, you get some rest."
'Yes, you also rest.'
Arkan immediately turned off his phone, he then stepped towards his room, but while in front of the door of Nayna's room. The adult man stopped his steps, staring at the door that had now been closed tightly.
Moments later, a long sigh came from his mouth, after which he stepped back, entering his room to rest his body that was quite tired because it had to go back and forth meeting, and then he stepped back, also take the boy to the hospital.