Beginning of Forced Marriage
BDP. Part 8's

Nayna was pensive in her room, she could hear the whirling rain falling across the earth, the stubs leaving behind memories she could never forget.

The sky had turned pitch-black, covered by clouds, and the night was getting late. However, again and again the young woman was still reluctant to close her eyes and go surfing to her dreamland, she was just pensive thinking about what her life would be like.

Getting late in the daydreams, tears again and again shed on his cheeks, cheeks that were once round now become a little taper, a face that used to be always cheerful lately become mute and gloomy, he knew he couldn't turn things around.

If he could, perhaps he would not have washed away in the beauty of that momentary pleasure. However, he realized it was impossible, at the moment all he could do was accept the consequences of his mistake, improve himself to be better.

Now he's on his own. No more friends who used to play and laugh with him, no more gentle and warm strokes of a mother's smile that was always soothing, always soothing, no more warm embrace of the stocky body of his papa who always spoil him.

"I miss you," she exclaimed with a sob that came out of her tiny lips.

"I'm sorry, I let you guys down so much."

His biggest regret was that, having disappointed his parents, regret always came at the end, becoming a real terror for someone who was aware of the mistakes he had made.

The disappointed look of his parents, still clearly reflected in his memory. Honestly, he was eager to contact both of his parents, but he did not have the courage to talk to the most important person in his life.

Shortly after, his daydream is interrupted, he hears the sound of an approaching motor followed by the sound of an open door, he is sure if it is Arkan who just came home, he sees the clock from his mobile phone, it's ten o'clock over.

Nayna immediately got out of bed, she rubbed the tears that were still left in her cheeks and eyes, then came out of the room, saw Arkan who was entering his motorbike into the house as usual.

"You haven't slept?" ask Arkan to look towards Nayna who was still staring at the door of his room. Nayna just shook her head, in response.

Arkan took off his helmet and kept it on the table, he also took off his wet jacket, then stepped towards the kitchen, Nayna followed the man's steps all the way to the kitchen.

"Om going to take a shower? I'm gonna go hot water first."

Arkan who had just saved his wet jacket to the basket where the dirty clothes were next to the bathroom door, looked at Nayna.

She looked at Nayna's face, she was sure that if the young woman was crying, after a moment of silence and looking at Nayna, she started to open her voice.

"If you don't mind."

"No Om, later Om can be sick if you take a cold shower after the rain" said Nayna who had started to move, who had begun to move, take a pot that is large enough and fill it with water from the tap in the sink.

"Want coffee or tea, waiting for the water to get hot?" ask Nayna again to Arkan who is now sitting on a chair, dining table.

"Hot chocolate," replied Arkan who did not comply with what Nayna offered.

Nayna just nodded and immediately brewed the chocolate with water from the flask, after stirring the chocolate, she took it to the dining table.

"Sit down" Arkan ordered Nayna to leave, having kept the chocolate in front of him.

"How many months are you pregnant?" ask Arkan looking at Nayna intensely.

"When in the USG, it's seven weeks" Nayna said honestly.

"Hemmm, okay .. So, how are you planning ahead?" ask Arkan again.

Nayna, who was staring in the other direction, began to look at him in confusion, not understanding what Arkan meant.

"About the boy and about this marriage" Arkan continued, as if knowing the confusion Nayna was feeling.

"I want to keep it. And for the wedding, as I said before, I'm going to leave, once the content is large, at least until six or seven months old" Nayna said without hesitation.

Arkan looked into Nayna's eyes, sadness clearly reflected in those dark brown eyes, the woman who had just grown up, was obviously very fragile, she said, but he tried to look strong even though his life is currently vacillating.

Arkan sighed deeply, as a gentle man with a soft heart, the grown man, clearly could not bear to see the fate of the woman who should be enjoying the beauty of youth, you have to be stuck with problems caused by yourself.

"Had you followed your parents' desire to abort him, maybe you could still enjoy your youth, get together with your friends, go to school at your dream school" Arkan said calmly.

Not the intention of plunging into the negative, he was just curious, the reason of the young woman maintaining her birth.

Are not many people who experience the same thing, preferring a shortcut because they do not want to be ashamed or scorned by the people around them, by eliminating the rights of innocent beings, he said, depriving other beings of the right to life, only to avoid embarrassment.

"He is innocent, why should his right to life be snatched away, for selfishness alone, I know my sin which has resulted in his presence is so great, will not my sin increase, if I also deprive him of his right to live."

"I also don't want my parents to regret it in the end, because when they have calmed down, they will definitely feel guilty as well, if at that time I follow her wishes."

Nayna spoke with a distant looking look, her eyes had started to heat up again, even her vision had started to blur, by the tears that had gathered, ready to slide.

"I'm sorry that I'm talking about this" said Arkan, who was filled with Nayna's words.

At least the woman in front of him, can still be mature and think clearly, even though he is in a state of despair, not only thinking about himself and fully aware, for the mistakes he has made, he said, would rather make amends than add to a problem that would only be a lifelong regret.

The woman was fully aware of her mistake, she chose to maintain her womb by taking risks, shunned by those around her including her parents.

He still walked alone, even though the man who should have been, was partly responsible for what befell him, the man who should have accompanied and clasped his hand, now had no where in existence.

"It's okay, Om." Nayna looked at Arkan again, then smiled.

"Oh yes, the water seems to be hot, let me take it to the bathroom yes," he continued, then got up from the chair he was sitting in.