Forced to Marry an Old Man
TMPT - 9

Lana does everything the Goddess commands. Clean, cook, including making porridge. But when Lana stood in front of the old man's room, her body shivered.

Did the Goddess also hold back this kind of feeling? Was he also trembling unwillingly but trying very hard to hold him back when he met the man?

Lana's scared. Lana was really afraid that if she showed up, the man would kiss her or even have her serve him.

Maybe it was disrespectful, but when imagining the old lips kissing her, the old tongue caressing her, the wrinkled skin touching her, Lana just wanted to vomit.

"Lana."

The tray in Lana's hand fell out of her hand instantly. It was a soft and gentle voice from Raul. But Lana turned her head as if she was a monster, until her pupils shook irregularly.

Raul who saw that expression again tried hard not to smile. Actually Raul knew Lana would definitely be told to serve Papa, but he did not think this girl could not overcome her fears.

"Lana." Raul approached her, stroking the girl's cheek. "Don't I say you don't have to wait for Papa?"

Lana's tears flocked out. He bit his lips, shaking. Lana's voice was even hard to get out.

He doesn't know who to trust. He did not know whether he had to rely on someone or stop depending and crashing everything.

But Lana obviously didn't want to see the guy.

He's afraid. He's afraid. Lana was so scared.

"His brother." Raul caresses Lana's head. "Mama likes to be evil. One or two words of Mama did not need to be horrified."

"Hiks."

"Lily."

A woman after Raul came with a cleaning device in her hand.

"Well, let Lili do it. Lana here, come with me. We eat doughnuts on the roof."

All Lana cares about is getting out of there as soon as possible.

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The boy smiled at his mother who was busy smoking while looking at the tablet.

"Partially Mama kam never took care of Papa if sick, so Lana's time is clearly not want to be the same Papa, Mama forced."

"So, the point of him marrying Papa what if you don't take care of Papa can't? You think he lives here for free? Marriage has a price. The first night was not there, Papa even sick, but now do not take care of Papa too?"

Raul made the man sick, but the mother was the mother. They protect their children in ways they think are right.

"Well, that's no use." Raul grabs the cigarette butt on Mama's lips, throwing it into the ashtray though it's still quite long. "What if you had a gini, Ma? Mama pinjemin Lana used to come to me. If I'm bored, I'll go back. It's up to Mama to do."

Mama looked at him flat. "You know Mama never likes the way you play, right? Mama, there's no time to take care of you."

Raul's face immediately turned sullen. "So, you don't want to follow my request?"

The woman was silent.

"Your mom is tired of me, huh? Mama doesn't care? Diabolically. All this time, my mother did not protest. Mama says I'm the only child but Mama instead—"

"Akh, get caught." Mama snatched her cigarette box again, turning her back to Raul. "Udah there. Mama's busy."

Raul smiled immediately. "Love you, Mama."

"Whispering."

"But—"

"Mama doesn't want to know." Mama muttered between her lips flanking the cigarette back. "On him not wanting to see Papa is another matter, but cleaning the same as cooking his business. I don't want anyone to live here for free."

"You Mama, I'm offended by that." Raul laughed as he turned away. "I'll stay here for free."

"Much of your talk. There!"

"Love you again, Mama."

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