Forced to Marry My Friend's Lover
TMX 02. Tragedies

Ichiro was still lying weakly on the hospital bed. The difference is, the man who was previously in the ICU room, for now he was transferred to the VVIP classroom. The face that had previously looked deathly pale, was now slowly refreshed. Even the look of happiness was clearly on his face when he saw all his family members gathered in this room.

"Pa, Ayumi hears from Hiro if after Papa opens his eyes, Papa asks Hiro to get married immediately. Is that true Pa?"

Ayumi, who had previously returned home to change clothes, rushed back to the hospital when she received news that her father was conscious. Even the middle-aged woman did not have time to polish her face with make-up so that she could immediately see the condition of the father. Although not polished make-up but beautiful natural woman is still emanating clearly.

Ichiro nodded his head slowly. "What Hiro said was true. I asked her to get married soon. I want to see my granddaughter get married before I go back to God's lap."

"Ma ... Papa can't say that. Look, Papa's condition is improving. Papa will definitely be healed," said Kenji reminded that in fact the speech of the in-laws is not worth throwing.

"One man's life no one knows, Ken. While Papa can still open his eyes and breathe air, Papa wants to see Papa's favorite grandson get married." Ichiro linked his gaze towards Hiro who looked slightly riled up. "You can fulfill Grandpa's request, right Ro?"

Hiro let out a slightly rough breath. Situations like this really make the situation more pinched. "Hiro can fulfill Grandpa's request. But Hiro's lover can only marry Hiro in the next six months Kek. He must complete the contract as an advertising star first."

"That means he doesn't really love you Ro. If she really loves you and wants to build a household with you, she must have willingly given up her career to marry you."

"Then, Hiro should how's Kek? Hiro can't force Nara to marry Hiro immediately because there is still a work contract that he has to complete. Otherwise, he would have to pay a penalty that was certainly not a little nominal."

Patiently, Hiro gave understanding to the grandfather. One thing became his goal. I wish Ichiro would understand the situation.

"Find another woman. Grandpa also felt that your lover was not a good woman. There was no maternal aura from his face. Your life will never be happy if you keep insisting on marrying Nara."

"But Kek, it's only Nara that Hiro loves. Hiro just wants to marry Nara, not the others" said Hiro.

This time he had to be more careful in speaking words so as not to make Ichiro's emotions peak. If until that happens, it will certainly have a bad impact on the health of the grandfather.

"Hiro, this time trust Grandpa. Grandpa could see that Nara was not a good woman. And one thing Grandpa wants to tell you and everything that's here."

Hiro, Ayumi and Kenji were throwing eyes at each other. From the words spoken by Ichiro as if there is one very important thing that the old man wants to convey.

"If within a month you can bring a good girl in front of Grandpa and if Grandpa agrees and you rush to marry her, the company you currently hold will be directly given to you. Without having to wait for Grandpa to die first."

Hiro. "Grandfather, but not in this way Cake!"

"It's not just that. Already Grandpa prepared a luxurious house located on the edge of the lake. The house you can occupy with your wife later. That house will be your wedding gift."

Anyone who hears the words of Ichiro will be happy to never get all the luxury and company. But that doesn't seem to be the case with Hiro. His heart was precisely struck by the extraordinary ease and turmoil that could. He squealed his temple to reduce the feeling of dizziness in his head.

Now how should I be God?

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A middle-aged man riding a blue two-stroke motorbike through the streets that seemed a little quiet tonight. The hour hand already showed twelve o'clock at night. As usual in hours like this, he had to pick up the child who had finished work. The work of the child begins in the evening, therefore in the middle of the night like this, he is just finished from his work.

Sometimes there is pity for the child. To connect life, he was willing to work until midnight just for the sake of the smoke of the kitchen still billowing. Although there is a sense of pity and heartlessness, but the man must show his happy face when he later faced Hana directly.

A bitter feeling overpowered the middle-aged man's heart. The child who should be happy by enjoying youth, which happens quite the opposite. Hana has to work hard to meet all the needs of life.

Fifteen minutes down the city streets, at the end, the man arrived at the place he was headed to. For a moment, he stopped his motorbike on the shoulder of the road and he looked from a distance at the child who was cleaning the plastic chairs previously used as customer seats.

"Hana!" the man shouted towards the child.

Hana who had just finished cleaning the plastic chairs, immediately turned to the source of the sound. A smile rose on his lips when he saw who was calling him. A man she loved was seen waving his hand from across the street.

"Dad!"

Hana always looks happy if it is time to be picked up by the father after completing his work. The only parent he had at once became the most valuable treasure he had after being left by his mother for eternity at the time of giving birth to him into the world. So, for now there are no more dreams that he has but to make his father's life happy. He was willing to work late at night like this just for the happiness of his father.

Indeed, he has a profession that can make money by becoming a writer on an online platform. However, the results he got from writing have not been able to meet all his needs. Until he also decided to work in the Javanese bakmi warung owned by Taka.

"Wait a minute, son!"

Hana was a little confused, where did this father go. It turned out that Ndaru was headed for a gas balloon seller who was at a crossroads. Hana smiling. He understood that his father wanted to buy him a gas balloon.

Ndaru, who is none other than Hana's father approached the seller of gas balloons in front of the minimarket at the intersection. The middle-aged man was a little overwhelmed at the seller of this gas balloon. A mother with her two small children.

"Middle of the night like this why are you still selling ma'am?" ndaru said a little curious.

"This is I'm not selling sir," he replied which actually makes Ndaru confused.

"Not selling but why is Mom still in front of a minimarket like this?"

The balloon seller just smiled. Either there was what turmoil was in his heart because the seller's eyes suddenly heated up and formed water points in the corner of the eye.

"Every night I do sleep here sir, because I have no place to stay. And if morning comes, I leave this place and start going around selling balloons."

Ndaru was increasingly stunned by the story told by the seller of this gas balloon. His gaze was fixed on two toddlers who were sleeping soundly even though only based on used cardboard.

Ndaru's heart was as if it was pinched. He only realized that there were still many people far below him. Yet they could still smile to go through the days despite feeling so heavy and bitter.

Ndaru. Without feeling it dissolves in his own mind. "Then, I bought five of these balloons huh Ma'am."

The face of the balloon seller's mother looked surprised but could not be denied if there was a twinkle of happiness emanated there.

"Serious father? Buy five balloons?"

Ndaru nodded his head. "Seriously Ma'am. It just so happened that my daughter was very happy with a gas balloon like this. I want to buy it."

The balloon seller was seen eagerly picking up five balloons for Ndaru. Even the woman was endlessly smiling on her lips.

"This is the balloon, sir. May your daughter be happy."

"How much is this Mom?"

"Fifty thousand sir!"

Ndaru reached into his pants pocket. He gave a hundred thousand bills. "Well, here's the money, ma'am. Mom's return just save it for the snacks of Mom's children."

The balloon seller seemed unable to say anything. With trembling hands he received money from Ndaru.

"Sir, this..... Thank you very much, thank you!"

"Sama-sama Ma'am. Then excuse me."

Ndaru again swung his leg to head for the motor he was staying on the shoulder of the road. He planned to cross the road to approach Hana who was still busy cleaning up the tent.

Leisurely, Ndaru crossed the road. But unexpectedly from the left can be seen a motor that is traveling at high speed. Ndaru was shocked half dead. Moreover, the motorbike driver's lights felt so piercing the cornea of the eye.

Ckiiiiiittt......

"Aaaahhhhhhhh .....!!!"

Brakes.... Brakes.... Brakes.....

The sound of the cramping of the brakes, the screams of someone and and something falling down rang out filling the air. Hana's turning around. Instantly both his eyes were wide and perfectly rounded when he found out the father who had been lying in the middle of the road with blood. And gas balloons that were previously purchased by Ndaru flew in space.

"Donahhhhhh!!!!"

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