Beginning of Forced Marriage
BDP. Part 9's

"No need, let me just, you better go to sleep, it's night, it's not good for you and your son, if you sleep too often at night," said Arkan who also stood up, restraining the movements of Nayna who was going to head to the stove.

"Well, I went to the room first, Om," said Nayna who was only answered with a nod of the head by Arkan.

Nayna immediately turned around, she rubbed her eyes that had begun to get wet, because of the previous discussion with Arkan.

"Have you eaten?" ask Arkan to stop Nayna's steps that will come out of the kitchen, to make the woman turn back and look at him.

"Already Om," answered Nayna thinly.

"Are you not hungry anymore?" ask Arkan again, back to make sure, because he had heard from some of his friends whose wives were pregnant, sometimes feeling hungry.

"No Om," said Nayna, accompanied by a headband.

"Did you want something?" ask Arkan again.

He was afraid that the woman wanted something, but did not dare to tell him, that was why he took the initiative to ask that.

"Not Om, why?" asked Nayna in surprise.

"It's okay, if you want something, just talk. Who knows, I can help you find out what you want" Arkan said.

Hearing Arkan's heartfelt words, making the little corner in Nayna's heart warm, she felt warm, for there were still people asking her that, when she felt alone like this.

"I don't want anything Om, thank you for asking me that" Nayna said with a smile.

"Yes, if so you go rest" said Arkan.

Nayna simply nodded in response, after which she began to continue her steps to return to the room, leaving Arkan to take a bath.

Meanwhile, Arkan begins to lift the pot that the water is already boiling, but before that he turns off the stove first, the man took the hot water to the bathroom and poured it into a basin that was quite large.

Before filling the basin with cold water, Arkan exits the bathroom, keeps the pot to where it was and heads to his room, to pick up towels and t-shirts.

Arkan take a bath with warm water, eliminating the sticky feeling in his body because of his activities, after finishing with his bathing activities, and, he came out with a towel around his waist and a short-sleeved t-shirt that covered his upper body.

He entered his simple room, in that room there was only a bed-sized fit for two people, a closet that was enough for his clothes, as well as a table that was available a laptop on the table.

Just as he was sitting in bed, having finished wearing his pants and was drying his hair with a towel, his phone on the table by the leptop rang.

"Yes, what's wrong?" ask Arkan when he picks up the phone.

You've checked the email yet, I've sent you the file we'll discuss at the meeting tomorrow.

"Yes I'll check it now" Arkan said immediately moving, opening and turning on his laptop.

Later if there is something to be fixed, just send it to me again, let me fix it immediately.

"Yes, I turned off the phone first" Arkan told the caller, who was none other than Ivan.

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The next morning, Nayna had woken up at dawn, she had as usual gone to the kitchen not to cook, but to spit out what was on her stomach, like a fixed routine that had always happened lately.

"When this is done," he murmured as he rubbed his still flat stomach, as he felt he was done spewing out his entrails.

Nayna decided to start doing her homework, she rolled up her sleeves and tied up her shoulder-length hair with the original, in order to facilitate her movement.

The first thing he did was wash the rice and cook it using a rice cooker, followed by washing vegetables, the plan today he wants to make mushroom soup one of his favorite food menus, he said, he also washed the chicken meat that he would make chrysanthemum fried chicken.

After all the ingredients had been cut and washed he continued to cook one by one the food painstakingly, in the middle of the activity, he heard the approaching footsteps, make him look with his hands busy flipping cooking.

"Om, you're awake" said Nayna, smiling.

"Hemmm," said Arkan who went straight into the bathroom with a fairly quick step.

"Om Arkan, I think in a hurry," murmured Nayna with attention focused on her cooking.

After the cooking was finished, Nayna kept the food at the dinner table, she then closed it with a food hood, she resumed other work.

Arkan came out of the bathroom, he immediately entered his room, did not say hello to Nayna who is currently still in the kitchen sweeping the floor, Nayna did not mind the matter, she just focused on her work.

As Nayna sweeps through the middle room, Arkan comes out of his room with a much different appearance to his usual.

The man looked neat and the level of good looks that increased with the formal clothes he wore, matching material pants with a dark blue suit that covered the white shirt, also the black tie that coiled around his neck.

Her hair was neatly combed, as well as the smell of masculine perfume that was so piercing in the sense of smell of the young woman who was currently staring at her without blinking.

Arkan looks like an established, mature, authoritative man with clothes perfectly attached to his body, as if those clothes were indeed made especially for him.

"I'm leaving first, I can't move my bike outside, because my friend is coming" said Arkan, who was busy pulling his watch, without looking at Nayna, who was glued to him.

"Yes Om, it's okay, let me just move the bike out" said Nayna after waking up from his attitude staring at Arkan.

Arkan nodded, with his legs slowly wrapped in socks and shiny black shoes, starting to step past Nayna who was standing next to the sofa with a broom in her hands.

"Don't be late to eat, don't be too tired either" Arkan said, as he opened the door of the house by looking at Nayna.

"Yes Om" said Nayna, nodding her head.

Arkan then exits the house, walks out and stands on the porch, Nayna only sees him, in front of an open door, seeing Arkan busy with a cell phone in his hand.

A short time later, a white car came, the car stopped by the roadside, in front of the house, Arkan began to step, approached the car, he then entered the car from the side door of the wheel.

"You go where Om Arkan is, if he has any other job, he looks different today, he's even picked up by a fancy car" murmured Nayna who can see Arkan's movements, from inside the house and stared at the car that was carrying Arkan in wonder.