
For days Isyana lived her life as if nothing had ever happened to her. He tried to forget the incident between himself and Zidane at that time.
He continues to work at Zidane's company and hopes that there is goodwill from his boss at least he waits for an apology from the boss' mouth. But let's not apologize to look at it even when passing Zidane as reluctant.
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One month later.
Isyana ventured into the room of the superior.
"What's wrong? Why do you dare interfere with my work?" ask Zidane ketus.
"Sorry sir, did you not want to be responsible for your actions at that time?" isyana to the point.
Zidane seems to think. "So what do you want from me?"
With courage forced Isyana said, "I want you to marry me!"
"What did you say? How dare you ask me to marry you! Why should I marry you, I can pay for what I did to you first."
Isyana said, "I don't need your money! Do you think my honor can be bought with money? No Sir, no,
whatever money you give me will not be able to pay for my chastity."
"What do you want? Is that so handsome of me that you want me to marry you?" He paused his words for a moment.
"Yes I admit I am handsome and many women have a crush but unfortunately I am not interested including you," he continued.
Cih turned out to be behind the cold and arrogant attitude stored high narcissism.
"What if I get pregnant with your child?"
If only she had not become pregnant abstinence for him begging for love in a proud man like the one in front of her now.
"Where could you be pregnant. Didn't I just fuck you once?"
He reached for a check on the table inscribing the rupiah on the paper.
"If you are pregnant, then remove the contents!" he said as he extended the check towards Isyana.
Cih it turns out that besides this person is cold and arrogant it turns out this person is also cruel.
Feeling that there was no point in negotiating with Zidane, Isyana chose to leave the room while throwing the cheque given. Isyana only wants Zidane to marry her for a while and after giving birth to her son she can divorce him.
"It's I don't need your money!"
Outside the door, Isyana's tears were unbearable. He rubbed his cheeks while running towards the elevator. Until Dion, Zidane's assistant who happened to pass the time, was confused to see a woman coming out of the room of the boss in a state of tears.
When he entered Zidane's room, Dion still did not want to ask about the woman. He chose silence even though his curiosity was very high.
"Do you know who that girl out of the room was?" ask Zidane.
Dion shook his head.
"Find out what his name is!"
Dion took his cell phone and told someone to find out the girl's name.
Not waiting for long the employee who was ordered immediately gave information.
"His name is Isyana Atmajaya" Dion told Zidane. Zidane is just a beard.
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Seeing Isyana who was always vomiting her stepbrother began to suspect.
"Who's daughter is pregnant!" accuse without asking. Isyana chose not to answer.
"Bu Isyana is pregnant out of wedlock" Zamila told her mother.
"Zamila, you don't accuse yourself before there is evidence that your father can punish you" said the mother. My mother is still in wise fashion.
For days Isyana always vomited early in the morning and it made her mother and stepbrother increasingly suspicious. They then forcefully pull Isyana into the bathroom and force her to test her pregnancy while thrusting a testpect.
"Let's test fast if you don't want us to be suspicious!"
Isyana shakes unwillingly.
"Let's hurry!" While pulling Isyana's hair hard.
"Mother won't let go if you don't test your pregnancy."
"Alright Ma. Mom get out first! I'll pee first."
"Alright but beware that you're messing around."
Five minutes later, her mother and stepbrother went back into the bathroom and snatched the test that Isyana was holding.
"So it's true that you're pregnant" her stepmother said, glaring her eyes.
"Did I tell Mom she was a cheap woman" Zamila said.
"Ti.dak, that's not true." Isyana defended herself.
"What's the name if it's not cheap? That bitch?" said his stepmother.
Isyana tried to explain what had happened to her but the two people in front of her were as if in disbelief and as if closing their ears.
Zamila pulled Isyana's rough body from inside the bathroom and slapped her.
'Plak.'
"It's for a cheap woman like you."
"If your father finds out you're finished!"
'Plak.'
This time the stepmother slapped.
"Mother, don't tell me the same father. I beg!"
Along with Ishana's father, Atmajaya came and approached them.
"What is this storm?"
"If you knew for sure Shock's father" said Zamila.
"What's wrong?" ask Atmajaya curiously.
"Si Isyana, " Zamila paused her speech to see Isyana's face change at that time.
Isyana shook her head, her face looked clear.
"Ishana's pregnant out of wedlock Dad." Finally the sentence escaped also from the mouth of Zamila.
Atmajaya turned to look at Isyana.
"Is that true?"
Isyana. "Yes Well."
"Who's the one who impregnated you huh?" ask Atmajaya while shouting. His face looks red and his jaw is hardened.
"Sir Zidane Well."
"Why don't you hold him accountable?" ask her with a snapping voice.
"It's Dad but he didn't want to because when he raped me he was unconscious. He's on the influence of alcohol."
"Cih.. raped," said Zamila.
"He deserves he doesn't want to. Who is he and who are you? Don't you set him up for obsessing about being rich." Zamila interrupted the father and son's conversation and her unfiltered mouth provoked Atmajaya.
'Plak's'.
Finally Isyana got a slap for the third time and this time from the father.
"Go you! I don't want to have a son who's as despicable as you!"
"Forget Dad! Forgive Syasa. This incident was completely unintentional. Syasa is indeed in rape." Kneeling and holding his father's feet.
Atmajaya kicked Isyana. "Go you father won't hear any more explanations from your mouth!"
Seeing the father who did not believe her at all Isyana got up and walked towards her room. He packed his clothes and put them in a suitcase. Not to forget he brought a photo of his late mother who was located on the dresser. After that he left the house with great pain and disappointment.
For a while he decided to stay in the boarding house first. For the next let it be up to later.