Beginning of Forced Marriage
BDP. The Part 60
Arkan is currently sitting on a sofa that is quite luxurious in a simple but elegant house, a two-story house with a modern European design.
In front of him sat an 11-year-old man with her, looking at her curiously.
"What do you really want to talk about? Why Om, it looks so heavy to talk. Is there a problem?" asked Raffa who had seen his Om just silent, as if hesitating to make a sound.
"There's something important that Om wants to talk to you about, I don't think I can keep this thing any longer" Arkan said after a few moments of reassuring his heart, if everything would be fine.
"What Om, what is really serious until Om's behavior looks strange" said Raffa.
Arkan did not speak, but his hand moved, opening the briefcase he had been carrying. He then took something out of his bag and kept it on the table.
"What is this Om?" raffa asked her to look at him and the thing he kept on the table alternately.
"Look and understand, Om sure you understand after seeing it, without Om explaining more details."
Although with a hint of hesitation, his nephew began to pick up the two small books, he slowly opened one of the books and the moment the first sheet opened.
He let out his breath with a glued look at the array of writings listed there, then gulped his saliva violently. Looking at the photo of the mother of his future son, along with Arkan in the book made his gaze turn on the owner of the book.
"When is Om?" raffa asked softly.
"Not long after she found out she was pregnant, she came and asked Om for help" Arkan explained.
Arkan chose to be frank with Raffa, because he believed that sooner or later his nephew should know about it. At least he knew it directly from his mouth, not through anyone else.
Accept it or not, it will be a business later. Most importantly right now, he said early, so as not to cause any other trouble just because he kept procrastinating about it.
"Om know, you might not be able to accept this easily, but right now Om just wants to say, if Om won't let go of Nayna–"
"Did Om love her?" cut Raffa.
"Yes, that's one of the reasons why Om can't let go" Arkan said, nodding confidently.
Raffa did not understand, he just silently looked back at the photo in Arkan and Nayna's wedding book, lying if his heart is okay at this time, because anyway, it feels for Nayna still stored neatly in his heart to this day.
However, he could do nothing, the circumstances that did not allow him and Nayna to unite should he accept. Although it felt like swallowing thousands of razors, it scratched every mouth cavity up to his heart.
Left wounds all over his body, but he was unable to stop it, only able to relentlessly try to swallow it all, even though the bacteria he could not bear.
"Om sure, you're hurt by this, but Om can't hide this much longer than you, '" said Arkan, who can see if his nephew was hurt.
Slowly those sad eyes began to lift up, looking at him and smiling despite a very visible smile if it was forced.
"It's okay Om, I understand his position at that time, I should feel grateful, because at that time he was calling Om. because if he met someone else, he should be grateful, that won't guarantee he'll be okay until now."
Arkan sighed, looking at the wounded look, he really could not see the right, but he did not want to see the most important person in his life more hurt by feeling lied to for so long.
"I want to rest first, Om" said Raffa save the marriage book to the table and then stand up.
"Alright, you don't forget to take your medicine," said Arkan who chose to let Raffa alone first.
He was sure, if his nephew was to take some time to himself at this moment, to calm himself down in order to get through it.
Arkan noticed Raffa's movements by occasionally taking a breath and taking it out slowly.
"Sorry Raf, Om knows this isn't easy for you, but Om can't keep this around much longer either. It is better that you feel pain now because of this honesty, than that you feel even more heartache because you feel lied to Om later," Arkan murmured as he looked towards Raffa who had disappeared.
He immediately took back the marriage book, then put it back in its place. After that decided to go to his office, because the time was already quite noon.
"Bi, please take care of Raffa yes, if there is anything immediately contact me," Arkan told the art there, as they passed in front of the main door.
"Good Den," said his art bowed respectfully.
Arkan resumed his steps, leaving the house, in the hope that Raffa would be fine, after receiving news from him.
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Meanwhile Raffa was crying in his room, crying for his life that was not going well, when the anger came, he slammed what he saw.
Forgetting the various emotions that now filled his heart, making his chest feel tight, he hated himself, hated the life that seemed unfair to him.
"Aarrrrhhhhh!" a scream filled his room.
He was sure that his Om was gone, so he vented that sadness, disappointment and anger, so that he could feel a little relieved, not feeling too claustrophobic anymore.
"I hate my life, why should I be such a useless person!" his screams again took off what was attached to his head.
He walked towards the mirror, noticing his reflection, the pale face of the head that no hair was left there, the more he looked, the more the irritation within him increased.
A few moments later his fist, he lay it on the mirror in front of him, causing a loud sound from the break of the mirror, did not get there.
When his eyes turned back to the nightstand, he walked back and threw all the bottles of medicine that had accompanied him for several years, supporting his life at this time.
"Everything is useless, had I not been sick, maybe at this time I could be happy with Nayna, if I had not been a sick person, I would have been happy with Nayna!" he began to drop his body.
Cowering on the cold floor was also that mess, the sound of the door banging as well as the voice that called out his name in a worried tone, he ignored the moment, he continued to whine, cursing and cursing at himself.
No, he didn't hate Arkan or Nayna, because they were also innocent, but he hated the way he lived, hated the circumstances that didn't stand with him.
"Geez Den Raffa, why is it like this? Let Auntie call Den Arkan, yeah, let him come back here."
Artnya who had managed to enter with the spare key to the door of the room, became panicked because seeing the state of his master who was chaotic as well as the state of the room that was not less chaotic.
"Don't, don't call Om again, don't bother him, I'm fine Bi," Raffa muttered blankly.
"Okay, let's help Aunt get on the bed."
Raffa also only complied when his Art began to take him up the bed, his gaze still empty, as if his soul had now vanished from his body.
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Time-hunted plus already feels heavy eyes, so please understand if there is a typo,🙏