Forced to Marry My Brother's Prospective Husband

Forced to Marry My Brother's Prospective Husband
chapter 268


"Why, the hell are they? Strange as it is," said Jingga while looking at Joe and Salman.


"Leave it, they. Sit down" said Frans.


Orange was immediately sitting in a chair whose position was facing Frans. She looked at her lover with a hard-to-understand look.


A sweet smile was presented only to Frans one, in a heart filled with happiness Orange silent waiting Frans said something to him.


"Eum, have you had dinner?" ask Frans who actually knows that Jingga has already eaten dinner.


"Udah," sahut Orange brief.


"Why aren't you asleep? You have to go to the office tomorrow, right?" frans again.


"What time is it, I'm not sleepy yet" said Jingga.


"Don't look at me like that." Frans turned his face the other way.


"Why? You don't realize I've been watching you all this time?" say Orange.


"Well!" Frans was a little surprised then he looked at Orange again.


"Yes. I used to watch you see your face makes me calm" said Orange with a sweet smile.


"Don't seduce dear. You're a girl, don't be a bitch" Frans said.


"I'm being serious, Frans. I've admired you for a long time."


"Yes, huh? Then you know that all this time I've been watching you?" ask Frans.


"What! So, you also often secretly pay attention to me?" Orange looked at Frans in wonder.


"To be honest, I've liked you for a long time but I don't dare to say my feelings because I know who I am and who you are" Frans said.


Only this time Frans dared to be honest with Jingga about her feelings so far in the child of her employer. Too afraid for him to express love to people who are clearly higher than himself.


"I also don't dare to express this love to you because I know I don't deserve to be loved" said Jingga.


"Sst. Don't talk like that, everyone deserves to be happy and deserves to be loved and loved" Frans said.


"Then why didn't you show me love?" ask Orange.


"Because we are not equal. I'm just a slave in this house while you're my master's son" Frans explained.


"Shhh. There is no difference between us, the proof is that everyone here treats you the same as other families. Others eat your meat as well as meat, others your streets are also streets the difference is only work and what is the meaning of a department. When the time comes to die, everyone will die, too" said Jingga.


"Now we are together and soon we will get married" Frans said.


"Thank you for accepting me for who I am" said Jingga.


"Thank you for accepting me in all my shortcomings" Frans said.


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At Mitha's house.


At about twenty-two, Roger and Michaela arrived at their home. They came to bring a new baby born by Sinta while Sinta's body is still in the hospital and the funeral process will be carried out tomorrow morning.


"Whose baby you're carrying?" mitha asked who was astonished to see Michaela carrying a baby.


"Ma, please teach me how to take care of this baby. From now on this baby will be part of our little family" Michaela said.


"You adopted this baby? Where did you get such a small baby? It looks like she was just born" Mitha said.


"He was born, Ma. Tomorrow I want to be in this house for this baby's mother. We will take care of all the funeral needs of this baby's mother" Roger said.


"What. What's that supposed?" ask Mitha.


"Later I'll explain now please help us to change this baby's clothes. It's like bedwetting" said Roger.


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At the hospital where Haris was treated.


Haris had slept well while his wife and Fredy still could not close their eyes. I don't know why they can't rest quietly even though now Haris' condition has improved.


In his seat, Fredy kept staring at his phone screen, not knowing what he was doing with his phone but the anxiety was still visible on his face.


Meanwhile, his wife Haris just sat down and kept staring at her husband who was lying on the hospital bed. His gaze never separated from the man who turned out to have hurt him for decades ago.


"I didn't expect you to be like this, Pa. You are so good and so perfect for me but it turns out that behind all that, you keep a big lie even a lot of people you hurt. I'm devastated to be treated like that, Pa, all this time I've been loyal to you but you .. somehow I loved you so much that I knew you were lying, too, I still love you and I can easily forgive your mistakes. Until now, until now you have been lying like this, I still love you Pa, my love is still as it used to be." His wife Haris could only speak in her heart to spill all her frustration on her husband.


The middle-aged woman could not speak with her tongue because there was the son who always accompanied her. She did not want Fredy to know how broken her heart was over all her husband's past deeds.


"Ma, rest let me take care of papa," Fredy told his mother.


"It's okay. Mama's not sleepy yet" said Fredy's mother in a soft voice.


"Today, Mama's been lacking rest. Rest, Ma. I don't want to let my mom get sick" Fredy said.


"Mama is strong, really. Don't worry anyway mama is not tired because indeed mama never do any work," said the mother.


"Can ya, I have a stubborn gini mama?" Fredy hugged the mother from behind and kissed her head gently.


"Hey, what are you doing?" said Fredy's mother while holding Fredy's hand wrapped around her chest.


"I was hugging my mother. Can't you?" said Fredy and kissed his mother again.


"You're this, it's big still spoiled."


"Sometimes I think I don't want to be an adult because after I get married I'm afraid my mom doesn't love me anymore" Fredy said.


"Mama will always love you. Mama's love is a lot and will never run out even if you've been kidnapped El," said her mother Fredy.


"Mama, El didn't kidnap me instead I was going to kidnap her from her parents. I'll take him away from his house and ask him to stay with us" Fredy said.


"Yes-yes. Mama believes in you, you won't let mom and dad be lonely" said the mother as she broke Fredy's embrace from him.


"Now it's night you better go to bed first because tomorrow you have to go to the office."


Seriate