Beginning of Forced Marriage
BDP. The Part 53
"Om I want to talk and I don't want to hear Om reasoned to dodge again" said the mummy with a stern look at Arkan.
She was even blocking Arkan who was ready to go to the office at the door, stretching out her tiny hands to close her husband's path.
"Speak," Arkan said after a long sigh.
Actually at this time not only an excuse, he wanted to leave the house immediately, but from earlier Listi the same Ivan had contacted him and said, if representatives of overseas companies who will start cooperation with him will soon land in the capital.
That means, he as the chief director of the company he manages, must meet with a client that is quite important, to show his seriousness about the cooperation, as well as his politeness as a host.
However, seeing the pregnant woman seemed to be unable to wait anymore, making her want to not want to, had to listen to what the pregnant woman had to say, maybe for a few minutes, maybe, until the woman who was looking at him firmly with her distended stomach felt a little calm.
"Om why act so ordinary, with last night?" search Nayna.
"I already know, about you and Raffa," Arkan said, making Nayna turn her back.
"Since when," said Nayna in disbelief.
"Since when, I'll tell you later. But now I really have to go." Arkan tries to give Nayna some understanding to allow him to leave.
"Jawab, my question was!" firmly Nayna still survives in its original place.
"Click Nay, I really have to go, I really have a job to take care of," Arkan sighed in frustration, he couldn't be too firm on the bumil, because he knows his wife's emotions are currently being sensitive.
Nayna spoke no more, she began to lower her gaze, looked at the floor and began to shift, Arkan also intended to come out of the door, but Nayna turned her body and looked at him with eyes that had begun to dew.
"What Om really pregi for work problems. Or to meet Miss Listi, in what order is it now? He took his son to the hospital, accompanied his son on a walk. Or just want to spend more time with Ms. Listi, THE FORMER MOST BEAUTIFUL!" Nayna emphasized her last word.
Hearing what Nayna said, Arkan undoes his intention to open the door of the house, he sighed deeply, then turned back, to face Nayna.
His wife looked at him with a sad gaze, tears had started to fall irregularly from the eye fertilizers that usually always radiated beautifully.
"Does Om really want to be back with Misty again?" nayna asked in a trembling tone due to the crying.
Arkan was still silent, it was not seen if the adult man intended to reply to his words, until finally a moment of silence there.
"If indeed Om wants to reverse the same Sister Listi, Om should take care of our divorce first, now my content is already big enough, I can take care of it myself now, do not need protection anymore."
Nayna rewinded her body, until when her body was stuck on the sofa, she sat herself on the sofa, then sat back down, not daring to look at Arkan's face Again.
"Why did you suddenly say that?" ask Arkan who finally opened his voice, without moving from his position.
"Wouldn't that have been my plan before, I would have walked away from Om's life when my womb was big and maybe now it's time" Nayna said with a very heavy heart.
"Do you really want that goodbye?"
Nayna said that with a cry that she really could not bear, even to the hiccup with her head still down, she felt unable to keep trying to be okay.
Although later he and Arkan separated, at least he would part with a feeling that was already quite relieved for not harboring what he felt himself anymore.
"I don't know why, but my mind is always filled with Om, everything Om does goes around in circles, bothering me all the time. I also don't know why I always feel sad and hurt, every time I see Oma very attentive to Misti and her son."
"I've always admired Om, whatever Om does and says it's a great thing for me, the little cares that Om showed me the longer it fostered my admiration for Om."
Nayna squeezed her hands, sobs still sounded, she slowly raised her face, looked back at Arkan who was still not moving from his place, only eyes that continued to look at him deeply.
"Om know, on the same day that Om drove Liani to the hospital, I was still there, I saw clearly how Om was worried about the boy."
"And I felt here it hurt, Om." Nayna pointed at his chest with a wounded look that she showed Arkan.
"I'm sad that Om seems more attentive to Misti's son, while during my time in the hospital, Om doesn't seem to care about me and my son, I feel angry, but I realize, what right do I have to be angry, our relationship is only limited to status, this child is also not a child Om—"
Nayna stopped her speech, she then sighed deeply several times, filling the oxygen in her chest that felt tight, as if squeezed by an enormous object.
"I'm sorry that Om has been disturbed and burdened over my presence here for several months, thank you also for giving me shelter and protection, when I was at my lowest."
"Now Om can be free, pursue the happiness of Om, people as good as Om deserve the happiness that Om has longed for!" lirih Nayna, her voice is now more hoarse because she continues to talk while crying.
"I will be honest with my parents, about our real relationship, about Raffa, also about this child who is not a child Om, I promise after this I won't interfere with Om's life again, I'll make sure that I go all the way."
Arkan slowly approached his wife, then he stood right in front of Nayna, still with an intense gaze, making Nayna look back at him, he enjoyed his company with the man even though it might be for a little while longer.
Slowly, her husband began to move, she crouched down until now her face and Nayna's face looked at each other closely, breathing again and again she did.
"Have you finished talking? Are there any more people?" ask Arkan in a soft tone.
Just hearing that soft tone alone, Nayna's cries broke again, unwilling to leave and not to hear the tone again alighted in her heart, making her unable to feel parted, she said, from last night he tried to make up his mind.
However, now his extremely weak heart, came back unsteady with just a few soy sauce from the man in front of him. Actually what the guy had and what the guy did to him, so he could be like this when they were dealing like that.
Nayna shook her head in tears, like a child whose toy was taken by a friend, or when her parents scolded her.
"Can I talk now?" ask Arkan again still in his signature soft tone.
The mummy wanted to curse the man whose si*l was her husband, because the man had made her come back no longer, the courage that had been present again vanished, evaporating just like that.
Like water that burns fire, until the fire is extinguished. Such was Nayna's current feeling, her originally hot and tight heart, instantly cool and relieved with just a few soft words of Arkan's mainstay, she said, especially when the man suddenly just took to the two hands that had been sweating coldly.