Beginning of Forced Marriage
BDP. Part 5's

When it was dark, Arkan came home with his motorbike matic, he put the motor into a house that was already quiet.

The lights in the house were left on, he scanned every corner of the living room, this time looking something different there, looking neat and clean, he said, although usually not too dirty because it is usually rarely occupied, but of course there is always dust attached.

Usually, once a week, there are always people who work to clean the house, from sweeping, mopping the floor, and washing clothes.

"Is he doing anything wrong?" he muttered as he stepped in with the plastic bag he had brought from the restaurant.

It was food for Nayna, for she was sure that the woman who yesterday became his wife by impromptu means had not eaten dinner, because she had only delivered two portions of food this morning, for breakfast and lunch.

He stepped into the kitchen, storing the plastic bag on a small dining table with four chairs lined up neatly, in the kitchen area also looks neater and cleaner, he was increasingly convinced that the young woman was the one who tidied up his house.

Arkan saw the clock in his hand, showing it at ten o'clock in the night, he took his foot back to go to Nayna's room and knocked on the door.

"Are you asleep?" he asked when he didn't get a copy from inside the room, when he knocked several times.

"If you're hungry, eat the food at the table, you can warm it first because it's cold" he said again, without waiting for the authorization, he went straight to his room next to Nayna's.

His forehead shriveled, when he was standing in front of the room, there was a basket full of clothes filled with neat clothes in front of the door, he lifted the basket and brought it into the room.

Meanwhile inside the room, Nayna was currently actually not sleeping, she was still unable to sleep, even though her eyes had already been forced to shut.

The reason he did not make a sound or say when Arkan sleepy door and call his name, because he still felt awkward and not too comfortable when too long faced with the man.

So he finally chose to be quiet, pretending to be asleep, so as not to have to face Arkan, a while later, finally what he was waiting for came.

His eyes began to feel sore and heavy, he immediately lifted the blanket up to the neck, covering his entire body, avoiding the cold of the night.

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Next morning ....

Again the young woman's sleep was disturbed, with a desperate urge to get out of her stomach, until with the rest of her sleepiness she walked, out of the room and vomited her stomach again in the sink.

This time it was more severe than the day before, he continued to spit out his entrails nonstop, until finally only a yellow liquid came out.

His feet felt limp, as he kept vomiting like that, until he sat on the cold kitchen floor, gathering his strength first before returning to the room.

After feeling quite comfortable, Nayna decided to start standing, she walked by holding on to the wall, opening the door slowly.

His head felt a throbbing pain, but he tried to continue walking out of the kitchen to the room, when he was almost in the room, his steps felt heavier.

Finally his body was shaken and almost hit the cold of the floor, if there is no pair of burly hands supporting him.

"Why you?" ask Arkan still holding Nayna's body.

"Just a little dizzy, thanks Om," said Nayna released herself slowly from the Arkan's embrace.

"Did you eat no more yesterday afternoon?" asked Arkan looking at Nayna who was looking down seriously.

"Yes" said Nayna with a nod of the head.

Nayna stared at her back worriedly, either following Arkan's steps or returning to her room, but amidst the anxiety, Arkan's voice resuscitated her.

"Hurry now!" arkan's orders in a stern tone, making Nayna inevitably, must follow him.

Nayna walked towards the kitchen, still with slow steps, she shook her head several times, dispelling the dizziness that still hit her.

"Sit down!" arkan's orders again, without looking at him and busy taking out the lunchbox from the crackle bag he had brought last night.

The man then turned on the stove and heated the teplon to warm the still-whole food untouched.

"Let me do that, Om has to take a shower and go to work" Nayna said.

Arkan did not heed Nayna's remarks, he was serious about his activities. Until he finished warming up the food and poured it into a dish, then took it to the dining table.

"Wait, I take the rice first," he said, then take the rice which was also heated in a special pot to steam.

He lifted the rice in a stainless bowl and moved it to the plate carefully due to the heat, Nayna did not make her voice at all, his eyes were only busy following Arkan who was pacing in front of the stove.

"It's eat."

Nayna stared at the food on the table that there was only one portion of it with a doubtful look, if she ate this, then what about Arkan, more or less that's what Nayna had in mind at the moment.

"Keep how about Om, this is only one portion," said Nayna slowly still not daring to look at Arkan's face and just focus on looking at the food.

"I don't usually eat early in the morning" Arkan said, then stepped out of the kitchen.

Nayna finally began to bring the plates closer and began to blow them slowly, her ears heard the sound of steps coming back, she did not see the origin of the sound, knowing it was Arkan.

Arkan passed the dining table and immediately entered the bathroom, while Nayna continued to eat his food, until the food on both plates was gone.

Nayna drank water first, before she got up from the chair and took the dirty dishes and glasses to the sink and washed them.

"You just take a break, you don't have to do homework, usually once a week there will be people working on it" Arkan said out of the bathroom and fully dressed with his hair still a little wet.

"I'm fine Om, I can clean the house," said Nayna looking at a glance toward Arkan, after that back wash dishes that have not been completed.

"It's up to you" said Arkan, then passed out of the kitchen.

"Oh yes, later there will be people who come to deliver the ingredients," continued Arka, without waiting for the authorization from Nayna, he continued his steps away from the kitchen.

Shortly after, a voice rang out if he heated his motor on the porch, Nayna immediately picked up a broom and began to sweep through the central part of the room, from the open door, he can see Arkan start wearing a helmet and start running his bike.

The motor starts to move away from home, while Nayna re-occupies herself with homework, by busying herself like that, she can take her mind off the problems of her life.

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Sorry yes, for readers who have been deigned to stop by this story, yesterday did not mean I did not up, but yesterday again there was a disturbance, so just finished today's review🙏