Duda But Perjaka
Chapter 49

"What do you have to dare to propose to my son?!" alexander's jolt made Chaca tremble even more in fear.

His fingers clasped Gandhi's broad hand. Instead, Gandhi was calm, maintaining his smile, as well as the radiance of love from the look in his eyes.

"I have a sincere heart and I certainly have God, Om." Brief, and not grandiose.

Oh don't ask how sinister Alexander's face is. Chaca, who was used to seeing it, was terrified.

While Alice prefers to quietly observe the handsome face of her future daughter-in-law. Not because he was interested, but indeed he felt there was something since meeting.

"Ck! A liver? Want to feed my son's heart?" triv Alexander. "What's your job?" continue with a trenchant tone.

"I'm the manager of one of the city's hotels, Om," Gandhi replied squeezing Chaca's stained fingers cold. He channeled calm and warmth through that grasp.

"I don't agree! Go home! I don't allow Chaca to marry you!"

As Chaca looked up, her tears started to burst out. "Dad," he murmured softly as his throat choked.

"Go home! You don't deserve to be with my son!" cetus Alexander was cold and cruel.

"No, Daddy! Please, let me be happy this time. For 18 years, I've never asked for anything from Daddy. But please, Dad! Please, our blessing," Chaca whined tears.

"But we love each other, Om," said Gandhi, who had blushed in both eyes.

Alexander stood up handsomely. Folded both arms around his chest. "Love can't make people full! It's my decision. Cha, go back to your room!"

The girl was still trembling in her tears. His hands clutched firmly, as if afraid to be separated from Gandhi.

"Don't you, Cha?!" snapped Alexander.

"Dad, I'm sorry but please respect Chaca's decision. After all, Chaca has no value in the eyes of Mommy and Daddy. Let Chaca be happy with Chaca's own choice."

Alice immediately turned her head, touched her husband's arm and seduced him. "Dad!" she made her husband aware.

Like being struck by lightning in broad daylight, Chaca was shocked to hear that. He stood up, taking off Gandhi's hand.

"So, am I not Daddy's son?" ask Chaca without further ado.

Aldxander realized his words were inviting questions. He was silent, without any intention of answering. Alice looked stiff.

"Javab, Dad! Who are my parents?" chaca shouted with tears flooding in.

"We're your parents, honey," Alice answered touching Chaca's arm.

The girl brushed off the hand of the woman who had raised her. He laughed, staring in any direction.

"It's only fitting that you've never paid attention to me, no matter how hard I try you don't care at all!" his screams were tears. His body relaxed, thankfully Gandhi prodded him up, then broke him back down on the sofa.

"Who are my parents? Where are they?  Answer it! Why are you quiet!!" Chaca grabbed her long hair.

Gandhi immediately took off a tight grip on that hair. Then pull him into his warm embrace.

"Your parents are dead, Cha. While you were still in the womb, we were all involved in an accident. The car that Daddy was driving, lost control. Hit the biker, who was none other than your father and mother. Because of the bleeding, you must be born prematurely. Your father died on the spot, and your mother died moments after giving birth to you," Alexander explained quietly as he lowered his head.

The scary shadow is back. He had long harbored the memories of the clerk. And now it has to open again. Guilt is back.

Chaca was crying. He hugged her, wanted to scream but was held back.

"Sorry Daddy, Cha. Sorry." This was the first time an arrogant man who liked to apologize. He cupped his face with both hands. His shoulders were shaking from his crying.

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