Forbidden Passion My Father's Wife
Forced Marriage

"Aunty can't we talk about it anymore? I'll get a loan for Om's medical expenses, but I beg you to cancel this marriage" Yura said with tears.

"Enough! You don't talk much. All you have to do, just sit down sweet, until this is done, the night you straddle, already! The rest Aunty and Om will take care of," said Kamsa, forcefully applying scarlet red lipstick on Yura's lips. The girl could only give in to her life's destiny.

Although she hated and did not accept this marriage, but if Yura thought again, maybe this marriage could be a little she accepted as a way for the problems she was alone.

If Om and Tante know what's going on, he's done. But why would she cheat on her future husband? What if she finds out that Yura is no longer a virgin even when she is pregnant?

Yura knew Om Roy had paid a lot for her, if until she found out her pregnancy could run out, because she had dared to lie to the powerful man.

Kamsa brought Yura out of the room, after someone said it was time to start a contract. Slowly Yura sat next to Om Roy who was ready to start the Kabul ijab.

Yura's soul burned as the old man made his promise to Yura. He did not accept it and could only cry. She was only 19 years old, but had to spend the rest of her life, her youth with her old husband.

Maybe Om Roy just thinks of himself as a mistress to just marry himself betih. But Yura doesn't care. From now on his soul is dead! At the last second like this, Yura hoped that there would be a miracle until this marriage could be annulled, but until all the witnesses who only amounted to five people said it was legitimate, then dashed was her hope.

Yura does not know Om Roy, and meets new on the wedding day. But said Aunt Kamsa she did not care how Yura looked as if she wanted to marry him.

"Come kiss your husband's hand" whispered Kamsa pinching Yura's waist. The girl complied slowly and then carried out the orders of the attached grandmother who incarnated her Om's wife.

Next door, Yura glanced at her Om who could only stare sadly at her. There was a trace of regret in Riko's heart, for forcing Yura to marry the man, but she had no choice but to follow his wife's words.

"The son of the Father is not coming?" ask Kamsa timidly. Roy speaks very little. Only a few times they met, even after being informed that a rich man was looking for a girl he wanted to marry.

"No. He was busy with his business" said Om Roy briefly and unfriendly.

After the legal word was proclaimed, and the guests who were also Kamsa's mercenaries, Om Roy's assistant came forward carrying one black suitcase.

"It's money according to the agreement. After this there is no more business with Mr. Magenta," said the assistant, who was able to make Kamsa's face beaming.

"Yes, Sir. I-i understand. Please bring Yura. Let's just say we don't know him" replied Kamsa hugging the suitcase tightly against his chest.

Yura was eager to grab Kamsa's hair bun, for the greed of that woman who had sold herself, but for what? It's all been happening.

His fate is really unlucky. After both of her parents die, Om Riko and Kamsa come to see her, offering to become her guardian only because Riko is her mother's only sister. After that the two men raised Yura who was still Junior High, using her parents' property. Even with the treasure that the couple can survive, especially the high Kamsa lifestyle makes the treasure of Yura's parents gradually run out and to finish school, Yura must work part-time.

It turns out that after finishing High School, Yura was sold by Kamsa for a lot of money. The reason the woman forced Yura to accept the match was because she wanted to treat her uncle's illness, but Yura was not at all sure of it.

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Inwardly wondering, how rich was that man who had married her. Since legally being a husband and wife, not a single word was said to Om Roy to make Yura more frightened and dead lice.

"Why if it pays off this old Om-Om bangka is a mafia? Drug dealer? The chairman of the madya city pimp union, who will sell himself? Oh my God, help me," Yura's inner self bit her lower lip.

Without saying anything, Om Roy got out of the car. Walk towards the house without waiting for him or offering to enter.

What an unfriendly host!

"Madam, please come down. You have to follow the procedures in this house and the rules made by Mr. Magenta" replied the man who was Om Roy's assistant. The stiff man who was actually very handsome, but clad in a black suit with a bent face, was very suitable to be a member of the mafia boss.

Never mind, it's better for Yura to come along. He was ordered in, so he went in. His body is no longer his.

It turned out that as soon as he entered the house, on the left and right wings lined up each of the five servants who bowed respectfully to him.

"This is the wife of Mr. Roy Magenta, the mistress of this house and your master, whatever she commands, you are obliged to do!" said the assistant with glasses. Yura wondered what the name of the man was.

Everyone seemed to welcome Yura kindly, especially the girl who was the same age as her, since earlier giving her a welcome smile.

"Bi Ijah, please show Madame Yura's room" the man said firmly. The Om Roy-like woman nodded, then let Yura follow her.

"This is the Madam's room, at the very end of the master's room," said Bi Ijah pointing to the room next to his room.

One thing Yura was grateful for, it turned out that she and Om Roy slept in separate rooms. Yura guess, maybe when the Om wants new he will meet Yura.

"Bi, don't call madam, call Yura aja. I'm not comfortable" said Yura grasping a motherly looking tanga bi Ijah.

"I am brave, Nyah."

"This is all, if in front of them what to call, but if it's just us, call me by name, Bi," Yura smiled.

Bi Ijah nodded with a smile. He thought the woman he married was a proud duitan-eyed monster, who only married Om Roy for money.

"Oh yes, Bi. Whose name is Om Roy's assistant?"

"Mr Niko, Nyah, uh... Yura," she said after seeing Yura's protest face.