Deepest Love
Part 12's

There was a vague voice from someone. I want to see who he is, but my eyes are still hard to open. Over time the sound became clearer.

"Look, this shameless boy! He could have done something as lowly as this. Shofia! Wake you!" I heard Mom's voice.

I don't know what Mom meant, I kept trying to open my eyes and see what happened. When my eyes can be slightly opened, now even my head feels spinning.

"Wake you!"

''Oh, ''oh."

I held my head that felt dizzy. When I tried to get up, my hand accidentally hit something. I tried to sharpen my gaze, I saw a shadow beside me. And as the shadow became clearer, I was shocked and shouted.

"Yes..."

I saw Mr. Faiz sleeping next to me without putting on top clothes, I checked my body, I was not wearing upper clothes either, but we are still wearing ****** *****.

"Wake you! How dare you defile this house with your depraved behavior! You shameless child!"

"Mom, this isn't what I saw. I don't know why this could happen!"

"God, don't give much of your excuses!" mom snapped while throwing my clothes at me.

I hurried to put on all my clothes before Mr. Faiz woke up.

"Just wait for your father to come home and see what he'll do to you!"

"Mom...."

I said disconnected when Mr. Faiz woke up.

"Oh God."

Mr. Faiz looked at us with a stare. I know she's just like me, not knowing about this.

''What's going on, Shofi? Why is our condition like this?" askinya.

"All right, don't pretend to be stupid!...Look what your father's gonna do to you!" say Mother.

Mr. Faiz muttered his clothes and hurried to put them on.

Suddenly Papa came and directly hit Mr. Faiz.

Bukhara

Papa brutally beat Mr. Faiz and Mr. Faiz just silently received Papa's punch. If I let Papa keep beating him, Mr. Faiz could be gone.

"Pa, enough! He could die, Pa!"

I tried to separate Papa and Mr. Faiz, I kept pushing Papa away from Mr. Faiz.

"Pa!"

I pushed Papa with all my might and finally Papa away from Mr. Faiz.

Papa looked at me with an angry look. He walked over to me and grabbed my shoulder.

"Basic child does not know in profit! How dare you do such a despicable thing in my house, huh! I've been thinking all along that you're just like your Mama, but I was wrong, your attitude was inversely proportional to her."

Papa's words made my heart very sick. I'm pretty sure that Mr. Faiz and I didn't do that.

"Pa, this isn't what Papa thinks! Me and Mr. Faiz did nothing! I-this must have been Mom and Alya Pa! They set me up!"

Mom ran up to me and slapped me.

Plaque..

"How dare you accuse us! All this time we've been good to you but this is the reason?"

"Bi! Call Mr. Ustad here!" papa's orders. It turned out that Bi Imah was standing in front of my room door.

"Yes, Sir."

"Why did Papa call Ustad here? What's Ustad Pa for?" my many.

"Bring you up."

''Married? No, I don't want Pa. I'm still young there's so much I want to accomplish, I don't want to marry Pa!"

"If there are so many things you want to accomplish, why do you do such a disgusting thing?"

"Pa, I didn't do anything!... Mr. Faiz, tell Papa that we're not doing that!"

I asked Mr. Faiz to help me convince Papa. Mr. Faiz was silent for a moment while looking at me.

"Oh my God, help me," my inner self.

"I'm sorry for this incident, but please listen to my explanation" Mr. Faiz said.

I really hope Mr. Faiz can convince Papa.

"All right, what else do you want? It's clearly a dipiduk, still want to digress," said Mother.

"Listen to me this time! ...While I was teaching Alya, suddenly my head was dizzy and immediately unconscious. When I realized this was happening, I really didn't remember anything. Again I am sorry. If you want me to take responsibility, I will take responsibility."

It has fallen on a tree. My body immediately weakened when I heard his words. Why did Mr Faiz even say that? Indirectly, he approved of this marriage. He should have opposed it.

"Had heard, he agreed. So, inevitably you have to get married," said Mother.

Papa dragged me down the guest room. I don't know what else to do so that Papa doesn't marry me to Mr. Faiz. I don't want to marry young, I don't want to.

I kept begging Papa not to marry me to Mr. Faiz, but Papa was still firm with his choice. I don't know what else to do.

"Asalamualaikum."

The Ustad you asked me to come here has come.

"Pa, Shofi please, Shofi won't marry Pa."

I kept begging, but Papa didn't budge.

"Please sit Ustad!'' said Papa.

"Pa?"

Papa ignored me, he told me why Papa called Mr. Ustad here.

"All right then. So, is everything ready?"

"Already," said Papa.

I saw Mr. Faiz take out his wallet and take out some 100 thousand bills.

"500 grand?" whisper Mom to Alya.

They look happy for the problems that have happened to me. I'm getting more and more convinced, if this is all the work of the two of them.

"I have to how? I should what?" my inner.

Before long the driver and the gardener came.

"Excuse me, sir."

"The witness has arrived. We can start now!" said Papa.

"Pa, Shofi doesn't want to marry Pa!"

I begged him to cry, I didn't want to get married.

Suddenly I remembered the incident when Mr. Faiz was embracing the shoulder of a woman. Maybe that could make Papa change his mind.

"Wait, Pa! This marriage cannot happen. Mr. Faiz already has a wife and I don't want to be a second wife."

Papa glanced at me and turned to look at Mr. Faiz. I hope this will work.

"I've never been married, sir, '' said Mr. Faiz.

"Lied, Pa! I've seen that Mr. Faiz embraces a woman's shoulder. I'm sure he's married!"

I kept convincing Papa that Mr. Faiz was married. I have to succeed, because this is the only way.

"Udah de Fi. You don't have to lie, people he himself said are not married why you're the one who ngeyel. Some men can marry up to 4 times, so you don't need a lot of reasons!" Say Mother.

I was really upset to hear Mom's words. He seems to want this marriage to happen.

"We're starting his ijab qobulan now!" Papa.

Ustad started guiding the contract and I could only be silent, I was deadlocked.

Legitimate...

I could only take a deep breath when the word sounded. Now I can only give up, but this heart is not sincere.

"Now you are legal as a married couple" said Mr. Ustad.

I'm still sculpting when Mr. Ustad left.

What do I have to do now? How's dreams? How will my future be? Those words were constantly spinning in my mind.

Brakes..

That voice broke my daydream. I looked at the sound, I saw my suitcase was outside the house.

"What the fuck is this Mom? Why is my suitcase outside?"

"Wouldn't a married woman go with her husband? That's why we're generous with your stuff. Shouldn't you be thanking me?" Say Mother.

"I'm married to Mr. Faiz, but that doesn't mean I'm going to live with him."

Suddenly Mr. Faiz took my hand.

"Shofi" said Mr. Faiz.

I looked at him, he looked at me with a stare.

"Ma, I found this," said Alya.

Alya came out with my piggy bank.

"Return! Give me back my woe now!"

"Your arm? Now it's ours" said Mother.

"Mom can't do it dong! That's my personal money, I've been collecting it for years and I can't take it!" I'm loud.

"Whatever you say, take your wife away!" Say Mother.

Mom just closed the door. I kept pushing through the door so Mom would give me my money back.

"Mom, give me my money back! I don't have the right to take that money, Mom!"

I kept trying, I kept screaming and banging on the door to keep Mom distracted and want to return the money.

"Shofi, already. Maybe the money is not your sustenance, you must be sincere," said Mr. Faiz.

"Can't do it sir! I spent that money for years and they want to take it? I can't take it!"

"Let's go home!"

Mr. Faiz put my suitcase in front of his motorcycle seat.

"Come, Shofi!"

Mr. Faiz pulled my hand to go with him. Mr. Faiz gave me his jacket.

"Cover your legs with that jacket!"

I saw my feet. Nothing strange, why cover up?.

"Your pants are too short, not good at seeing a lot of people." Said suddenly.

Then Mr. Faiz climbed on top of his vehicle.

"Come on."

"But Sir..." I still refuse to leave this place.

"Come on, Shofia," he said gently with a sincere smile.

With a heavy heart, I climbed on top of Mr. Faiz's motorcycle.

"Bonceng serong only, so that your feet can be covered entirely!"

"That's a big fan, sir!"

"Shophi."

I obey what he says. I covered my feet with his jacket. Suddenly Mr. Faiz grabbed my hand to hold him even tighter.

"Close customers so as not to fall!" I didn't change the action.

Mr. Faiz drove his bike out of the house, there was sadness in my heart. I wanted to get out of that house, but not this way? Although Papa doesn't love me, but I love him so much, I don't want him to hate me.