Beginning of Forced Marriage
BDP. Part 93's
"Why daydream?"
Arkan rubbed Nayna's dreamy shoulders while looking at her sleeping son in a hospital cage.
"I'm just thinking about Rezvan's fate, Mas. What if he can't walk normally anymore" Nayna said.
"Didn't the doctor say, if there is a possibility for him to recover, later we can take him to therapy, you don't think too much about it, we will do the best for our children. He'll be able to walk normally again."
Nayna remained silent, not knowing what her husband was saying, though her heart tried to believe her son would recover.
However, his mind remained unsettled, thinking of the bad possibility that had happened to his son.
The doctor had previously explained the condition of his son, as described, if the child was currently unable to walk due to the injury.
"You better eat first Nay, you look pale because some days you don't eat regularly" Arkan continued rubbing his wife's head.
"I'm not hungry Mas" said Nayna looking at her husband at a glance.
Arkan crouched down beside Nayna who was still facing Rezvan's bed, he then took his wife's hand and held it gently, until Nayna turned her body to face him.
"Don't keep going, honey, what if you're sick, who's going to take care of Rezvan and me, don't keep grieving, go back to my smiling and cheerful Naynaku."
Nayna looked into Arkan's eyes, a tired look on her husband's face, lately she has been paying less attention to her husband.
"Sorry Mas, I'm too busy thinking about Rezvan, so I don't think about you Mas, but my responsibility, not just to Rezvan," Nayna said regretfully.
Arkan smiled and kissed the back of Nayna's hand many times.
"You don't have to apologize, you just need to take care of your health, so you can take good care of Rezvan" Arkan said gently.
"Well, let's eat, and we haven't eaten, have we?" sahut Nayna who began to stand from the chair.
"You want to eat sent by Indah, do you want to order another food?" ask Arkan to pick up a place to eat that was sent Indah a few moments ago from.
"This is Mas" said Nayna, opening a bag containing food and equipment.
Nayna arranged the food to the table in front of the sofa, she then poured the food onto the plate and gave it to Arkan first.
If the nights were like that, they would be the only ones standing guard there, but if the day would alternate with Nayna's parents, Raffa would sometimes come there.
Arkan had just fed three mouthfuls of food to his mouth, but he immediately stored the plate he held onto the table, then went to the bathroom.
"Why Mas?" tanya Nayna saw Arkan hurriedly walking towards the bathroom.
"No problem, you just continue eating" Arkan said as he walked towards the bathroom.
Nayna chose to continue eating, but her activities had to stop because of the sound of vomiting from the bathroom.
Worried, he stopped eating some of the bribes, went to the bathroom, helped Arkan massage his nape.
"Why are you, you catch a cold?" ask Nayna without stopping her activities.
"Don't know, but it seems like a cold," said Arkan raised his face at a glance, then returned down to the sink when nausea approached him again.
"Maybe because you lack rest, so until like this, plus you are also always late to eat" said Nayna.
"I think yes, lately I have often eaten late" Arkan said.
Arkan was already feeling better, he gargled and cleaned his mouth, after it felt clean he also took the tissue that Nayna thrust to wipe his lips.
"Would I call a doctor, let me get checked out?" tawar Nayna's.
"No need, it's late, I want to just take a break, yes" Arkan said.
"Not continue eating?" ask Nayna.
"But you ate him just a few mouthfuls of Mas" said Nayna, who was worried about her husband.
"But I would be nauseous again like if forced to eat again" Arkan said.
"Well, go to sleep."
Nayna took the blanket sent from her house, and put it on Arkan, after which she continued to eat, until the food on her plate ran out.
The young mother, tidied the place and utensils back to the bag that became her container.
Seeing that her husband was asleep, she decided to sleep on a single sofa beside the sofa that Arkan occupied.
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"Someone wants to tell you."
"What?" raffa asked Mika who was sitting in front of her.
"Actually–"
Mika stopped her speech, she looked at Raffa who was looking at her with a curious expression deeply.
His heart felt uneasy from fearing Raffa's anger, but he also did not calm down and kept the lie for much longer.
"What's wrong?" ask Raffa again.
"Actually I'm not pregnant, I was also deliberately dishonest from the beginning about it," Mika said with a single breath.
Raffa did not immediately say, until a few seconds he was just silent, making Mika feel anxious.
Mika also ventured to lift her face that had been bowed, then looked at Raffa who was still with her usual expression, like not shocked as she imagined.
"Did you do that just to make your dad believe?" ask Raffa.
"Yes" said Mika, although in her heart she also wanted to say, that was not her biggest reason.
However, he did not want to tell Raffa, rather he was not ready to accept rejection from the man.
Yes, although Raffa had previously asked them to be in a relationship, but in reality, the man's attitude was not much different from before.
Mika understands maybe he can not replace Nayna in the heart of the man, let alone see Raffa who is so fond of Nayna's child.
In fact, he can see a blow from the man's eyes, when he hears the doctor's explanation if the child of the ex-girlfriend, as well as his om it is likely to be paralyzed.
Although the man always said, if he loved Rezvan because he was the son of his om, but Mika saw things that were not that simple, from Raffa's attitude and treatment of Rezvan.
"Are you not angry about that?" mika looked at him seriously.
"I'm a little disappointed, because I feel lied to, but you also do this because you have to, right? So yes, no need to extend anymore" said Raffa casually.
"Thank God you're not angry" Mika said with relief.
Raffa nodded in response, he then stood up from his seat, making Mika look up at him.
"Now we should go to sleep" he asked.
"Alright," said Mika nodded, then followed Raffa's steps up the stairs.
They do sleep in the same room sharing the same bed, but not to do anything husband-wife related.
They just share the bed, no more than that, because Raffa still needs more time for them to be like a husband and wife.