Forced to Seize the Prospective Husband Brother
Chapter 43. Balas.

Slowly Ran released Guren's hand which was coiled in his stomach. After succeeding without waking the man up, Ran glanced at the nightstand above which was a sleeping lamp.

He opened the drawer, carrying the medicine that he had been storing there to move. Ran out of the room towards the kitchen. Ran put the pills into the bottom cupboard next to the dishwasher.

“Here is definitely safe,” murmured Ran slowly. He couldn't sleep well all night, Guren's wish haunting his mind.

It's weird, obviously it's weird. Why does Guren want a baby? Does the man want any children before they get divorced? To think about however Ran does not understand. Hopefully not because of feelings.

“Ran what are you doing?”

Ran jumped in shock hearing Guren's voice. Since when did this man catch up with her?

“Ma-mau cook,” replied Ran stiffly.

Guren scanned Ran from top to bottom. The woman did not hold a knife or a spatula. Ah, maybe he's just getting started, Guren thought.

“I want to help,” bargain Guren smile kindly.

“No need, I can do it myself. Better Brother Guren take a shower. Kaka's in the morning, right?” In Ran's heart pray that Guren does not see his movements that hide the pregnancy pill here earlier.

“I didn't go to class today. There was a sudden affair that grandfather asked for.” Guren approaches Ran, suddenly hugging Ran possessively as if losing Ran. “I'm not good at cooking, I see you are aja deh.”

Guren's behavior really scared Ran away. He wrestled spoiled at Ran who was trying to keep his distance, but how about it like this?

“Kak Guren, last!” Ran tried to break away. He could have fainted again with a crack like this. “Lease!” Ran's voice was high enough that Guren let go of the woman.

Alternating with Guren's displeased gaze as Ran continued to reject him. “Why do you always seem to be so close to me!” Guren's gust of breath felt tight, he stared at the woman who took a few steps back sharply. “Jawab Ran! Why are you staying away?” Guren confirmed the intonation of his voice.

“A-I .. I don't like you! Don't come near me!” snapped Ran and immediately ran away, to anywhere as long as it was not close to Guren.

Ran hid in his old room. A few seconds later there was a loud sound from the kitchen, Guren must have gone berserk slamming anything there.

Terrible, Ran did not know why Guren was like that. Think of Ran as the book of hearts, but no one knows how difficult it is to build a defensive wall to protect himself from more terrible pain later.

Two hours passed. Ran was still faithfully locked up in the room even though the noise had stopped since then.

When Ran came out, there was no Guren anywhere in this entire apartment room. “Thank God he's gone.” Ran stroked his chest, showing his ascetic leg he was now.

Ran goes to Guren's room to retrieve his phone. Plan he wanted to play for a while, but his phone rang before the lockscreen opened.

“Mama?” Ran a sense of disbelief the woman contacted him, usually never. What business, huh? Ran also answered. “What's up, Ma?”

“To here you are. Something I want to talk about.” After that the call was immediately turned off unilaterally.

Ran stared at the phone screen with a disappointed look, Salsa was too cold on him. And what else was he told to go there? Not been kicked out, huh?

***

Just arrived, Ran was immediately greeted by a papa mama who stared at his arrival with a sharp look.

“A-what is this?”

Ran sat down, facing off with a married couple who raised him without that affection. Their faces both looked serious, Ran became increasingly nervous about what they wanted to say.

“Mama, Papa apa—”

“Divorce with Guren asap!” cut Salsa interrupted Ran who was about to ask her the news earlier.

Rebuk Ran's body stiffened. Salsa is too blunt. It feels like Ran's chest is hot, not because he doesn't want a divorce but because his parents don't want to understand him.

Suppose Arif did not threaten her Ran must have long filed a lawsuit, or did not enter Guren's life at all.

“Why?” tanya Ran held back tears.

“Pasya is sick, she did not stop crying because it was decided by Guren. You're using shaman's help, aren't you, Ran? You must have used that method to master Guren,” accuses Salsa.

Ran gasped in shock at Salsa's careless speech. Then Ran turned his head quickly towards Doni, seeing if the man also wanted to corner him?

“Pah. Papa doesn't want to defend me?” ran's lyrics shed tears.

Doni closed his eyes, he did not want to see Ran like that. He will be scolded by Salsa if he defends Ran a little.

“Papa,” call Ran once again, sounds pathetic.

“Don't spill your fake tears, Ran. Divorce with Guren, have the man marry Pasha. Since the beginning they should have been married, not you!”

“Why? Why do you always defend Kak Pasha? You guys are not fair to me.”

“Don't much drama. Honestly, you are not my son.”

Ran's eyes became more and more rounded, as did Doni. “Ma! Why are you saying!” snarled Doni, standing up from his seat.

Seeing Doni's reaction like that, it seemed like what Salsa said was indeed true. Ran was silent with a blank look.

Salsa stood up because of Doni. “I don't want to pretend to be her real mother anymore! Your first wife's son has always hurt my daughter!” point Salsa straight at Ran's face pecking at the sofa. “Tell him. Let her know if her mother doesn't want Ran.”

“Salsa, enough!”

“No! I'll tell you everything. Ran, I'm your papa's second wife. But I was pregnant earlier than that woman. Two years later she finds a rich man, whom she divorced with Doni not caring about her already pregnant self. But you weren't welcome in their family, so after the woman gave birth to you, she told Doni to raise you because you were her son. That's why you're big with us!”

Ran was already unable to speak anymore, his heart was already too crumpled upon hearing that fact. Ran should be treated differently compared to Adit and Pasha. It turns out it's about blood, blood is thicker than water.

“The woman's name is Lerina, remember that!”

“Salsa, are you satisfied?” reprimand Doni with a low tone. It seems he was also drowning in Salsa's words.

“Not ... before Guren married Pasha.” Salsa straightened the head of Ran who had been bowed using two fingers on Ran's chin. “I've been working hard raising you, Ran. Can you grant my request in return? Make Pasha live a happy life with Guren,” pinta Salsa look at each other with wet eyes Ran, along with a very soft voice.

“Can't!” deny the man who knows when he's at the door.

Seriate....