Beginning of Forced Marriage
BDP. The Part 89
Mika is currently sitting on the edge of her bed, since she arrived at her house, she still has not moved from her position now.
In his hand he was still tightly held, a testpack that belongs to no one, even the woman's wallet, he could not take it anymore because at the restaurant he was immediately dragged by his papa.
"Will Raffa hate me if he finds out that I've been lying, I've never been pregnant." Mika stared blankly at the testpack that showed the line two.
"She would hate me if she knew the truth later."
He knew, the risk he had to accept later, when Raffa found out about his lies, it would definitely be hated by the man he had been fond of for a long time.
However, even though later he was hated even abandoned by Raffa, it did not matter to him, because at least had been a part of Raffa's life, he was already happy.
Although it was short, but he could already feel being beside the man, even being the partner of the man he admired in that silence.
In the middle of his daydream, there was the sound of his bedroom door being knocked from the outside, making him immediately put the object he had been holding back into his bag.
"Come in Bi" he said to the door knocker.
"Non, said the father, get ready quickly, let the guest come later Non Mika is ready," said the woman who works as Art at her home.
Her art was just standing at the door of her room, not going any deeper into her room.
"Yes Bi," said Mika nodding her head.
"If so I go to the kitchen again, Non, want to prepare food for a guest banquet later" said the artist.
Mika just nodded, after the door of her room was closed again by her Art, she immediately headed to the bathroom to clean herself up.
It didn't take too long, now that he had finished cleaning, he immediately looked for clothes that suited him tonight.
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While elsewhere, Arkan and Nayna are now ready with their couple, Nayna wears a black casual dress with a pearl accent on her waist, and in her hands that only elbow. Same with the shirt, as well as the pants that Arkan wears.
"We'll pick up Raffa Mas first?" tanya Nayna approached Arkan who was still buttoning his shirt.
"Yes" said Arkan.
Nayna nodded, then took her black sling bag and put her phone and wallet in.
After they felt ready, they immediately left, headed to Raffa's house first to pick him up, when he arrived at the man's house, it turned out he was ready and was waiting for them on the porch of his house.
"Om, I'm in the car, can't you? I'm running bad" Raffa told Arkan, who did not get out of his car.
"Yes, come in" said Arkan, who was sitting behind the steering wheel, while Nayna sat beside him.
"Please Om" said Raffa as he sat himself in the passenger seat.
Not buying any more time, Arkan again ran the car, heading to the place Raffa mentioned earlier, as the trip passed, the three of them occasionally chatted to break the silence.
After traveling for approximately 40 minutes, now their car has stopped in front of the gate of a large house.
"Rarely here the place?" nayna asked when she saw the house.
He certainly remembered the house, because in the past at school he often went and played in the house.
"Yes from the address is this, why is it Yang" said Arkan with surprise because he saw the expression of Nayna.
"Have you been here a lot?" raffa asked, making Nayna turn to the back seat, looking at Raffa in disbelief.
"Don't say—"
"Yes, the woman I am referring to is Mika, your friend," Raffa cut off with a faint smile.
While Nayna, widened her eyes in disbelief.
"Here, later we will discuss it again, now we should go down first," said Arkan because now they have entered the gate of the house and stopped in front of the porch of the house.
Finally, Nayna chose to save her surprise and follow the movements of her husband who had started to get out of the car.
Arkan walked in the lead and knocked on the door of the house, before long the door was opened displaying a figure that Nayna knew enough as well.
"Lho Non Nayna" said Art Mika when he saw it.
"Hi Bi, how's Auntie doing?" greet Nayna with a friendly.
"Alhamdulillah good Non, please enter Non the same Mas-Masasas," said Art as he opened the door wider.
"Thank you, ma'am" Arkan said kindly.
"Sama-sama Mas," said Art Mika bowed respectfully.
The three of them began to enter the house which was immediately greeted by Tirta and Mika who had just headed to the main room.
"Good night, I don't think you're coming" Tirta said, mince words to Raffa.
"I will definitely keep what I said" Raffa said casually.
"Oh yes Om, this is Mika's father," Raffa continued to switch to Arkan.
"Good night sir, I am Arkan Omnya Raffa and this is my wife" Arkan said, extending his hand to Tirta.
"I'm Tirta, Mika's father. I don't seem to be a stranger to you?" Tirta received Arkan's hand, then looked at Nayna.
"I'm a friend of Mika Om, used to come here often too" Nayna said with her friendly face.
While Mika is currently only silent, beside her father, she does not believe that Nayna is the wife of Omnya Raffa.
"Why just you guys? Where are Raffa's parents?" tirta asked, looking behind them.
"Raffa's parents have died, so I'm currently in charge of Raffa" Arkan said in a slightly stern tone.
"Well, then let's sit down and start talking about what your niece and I were talking about."
Tirta walked first, leading the three of them towards the living room not far from the main room.
After everyone had sat down, Tirta then opened his voice again, speaking to Arkan, discussing the matter earlier.
"So can you really help me, handle the company matters, as a condition of your nephew to marry my son?" ask Tirta who gets to the point.
"If my niece has decided that, then I will support her, the company I currently manage will inject funds into your company, but after this or after Mika same Raffa got married, she said, you don't bother them anymore" Arkan said, looking at Tirta seriously.
"Alright I agree, as long as I get help for my company, I won't bother them anymore in the future."
Tirta accepted that without thinking twice, as if Mika was nothing to him, as if the woman who was none other than her biological child meant nothing to him.
Seeing Tirta who seemed to think Mika was no more important than her company, made Nayna look worriedly at the woman.
He knew that if from a long time ago when they were friends, Mika's parents had never noticed her, even Mika had told him that she had grown up with her caregiver, not her parents.
It turns out that I'm still much luckier than him, because I have parents who love me. The Nayna Guman in his heart.
The discussion continues, until the stage of the date of the wedding of Raffa and Mika.
In the midst of the chatter, Mika did not let out a single bit of her voice, she just silently lowered her head while playing her fingers which felt cold from nervousness.
"Do you agree?" ask Arkan to Mika who does not focus on that discussion.
"Oh yes, sorry Om, I did not notice it clearly," said Mika, raising her face and looking at Arkan, after getting an elbow from her papa.
"Do you agree that your marriage will not be held in a big way, just a simple marriage, because the time is limited" explained Arkan.
"I–iya, I follow how good it is," said Mika nervously.