Married Little Princess Bestie
05. Expelled From Home

"Please explain the meaning of this situation now!"

No one's talking yet. Greg looked at Ned, Tria, and Binar alternately, then turned to Riswan who was sitting next to him. They gathered in the living room of the Alvero family, silencing each other.

But not until Riswan replied, Ned has opened his voice. His sharp smile expanded, he mocked Riswan.

"It looks like you haven't spoken yet."

Riswan who previously lowered his head very deeply also suddenly looked up. He replies to Ned's views before turning to his grandfather.

"I will marry Binar, and ask for him today" Riswan said.

Greg gripped tightly onto the back of the chair with his mouth half-open. He then looked at Ned and Tria once more, then ended up at Binar. Seventeen year old boy? Just be right! Greg's common sense is unable to work.

"Listen, you can't joke about marriage" Greg is still trying to digest their condition.

"I'm serious."

"Then I disagree!"

Greg and Riswan were swept away in their fierce quarrel.

"He's only eighteen, Riswan! Are you crazy?! Don't embarrass me with your useless weird joke!" feline Greg wrathful.

"I'm not kidding and I'm crazy! So please don't embarrass me in front of my future wife's parents, Greg!" riswan replied with his high tone.

"You humiliated me, Riswan! He's too young! And do you have any abnormalities?! I will never bless your marriage!" greg said abstinence.

"But she bears the offspring of Darmawangsa!" riswan snapped frustrated not overshadowed.

Yet...

"Enough!"

Tria cuts the debate.

Women whose eye bags have eye bags. A figure that has not made a sound since Greg and Riswan. Finally talk.

"Marry her and take her out of my house, I don't care even if Greg doesn't agree!"

Both Binar, Riswan, and Greg were stunned. They looked at Tria in disbelief. After all, Tria was the birth mother of Binar. He shouldn't just throw away his favorite son.

"Ma," softly Binar tried to reach the hand of the mother who was immediately pushed aside in one movement.

"Celebrate the wedding ceremony however you like! He's not my responsibility anymore!"

The red veins on Tria's eyeballs popped up. Ned tries to calm her down with a touch, but Tria's body response remains the same. The woman got up from her seat, looking at Riswan and Ned in turn.

"For me it's not only shameful, it's disgusting!"

Tria left the room. The woman walked into the room without caring about their reactions. Ned who felt that his family had been destroyed could only snort heavily. He rubs his temples repeatedly.

Meanwhile, beside Ned, Binar could not help but hold back tears. She never saw her mother angry. His heart is very wounded.

Binar could receive the response of the old man who came with Riswan freely. So did the response of the father who was so frustrated and desperate. But mother? Shouldn't that woman be the first to give Binar the power?

Seeing the reaction of Binar, Riswan was filled. He could not see the sadness of the woman. However, Binar did not deserve to hear that sentence directly from his mother.

"We've prepared the wedding tomorrow, Tria and I agreed to hand it to you. We couldn't attend the wedding."

Binar turned to Ned, "Papa," his great-granddaughter sobbed.

"There's still time to tidy up your things, Binar. These are the consequences that you should be able to bear for free."

The seventeen-year-old woman was officially banished by her family. He only has Riswan now.

***

Riswan calls Adrian to take Greg home, while he takes him to his private apartment.

With a sleeping bear outfit, Binar still clutched his backpack tightly. Not much stuff he brought. The woman took all the textbooks, uniforms, and some strands of house clothes. His gaze was pushy, seemingly empty with tears.

Slowly, Riswan thrust a cup filled with warm tea.

"Have you eaten?" Riswan tried asking.

There's no answer.

Not even a head. Purely binar ignored him.

Technically, Riswan is no longer a teenager. He also has not been hanging out with children the age of Binar. The generational differences between them are significant. Riswan felt completely wrong with his current position.

"This apartment is designed for you, so if you're tired, just sleep in my room."

Of course there was no response.

Barn has no taste. Last night, he failed to sleep because he was worried about the coming tomorrow. Let alone eating, drinking had not been done since Riswan came. This chaos discouraged him. He punishes himself.

"If you're hungry, I don't know your taste, but in the refrigerator there are some foods that stay in the market," Riswan did not intensively invite him to talk.

The sight did not escape Riswan's attention. The lips of Binar were pale, looking dry. His eyes also began to swell. He hopes to do something and calm Binar. Although that answer did not cross Riswan's head.

"Already, Binar. We'll see your parents again if things get a little calmer" Riswan lamented.

A sigh of crying from Binar broke. That woman can't control herself. The entire apartment of Riswan was now filled with the sound of his crying, echoing like a roar.

Then while venturing out, Riswan approached. He touched Binar's shoulder and patted her softly. Riswan's gone senseless. This is all he can do.

There was no rejection, Riswan hugged her. Binar wept in Riswan's embrace. His fingers gently stroked the top of the head of Binar, playing strands by strands in silence. Gradually he could feel the tears of Binar seeping into his clothes. Wet touching chest field Riswan.

The private binar sank into that embrace just like that. A strange feeling pushed him to be silent without a fight. Through the hand he felt the sincerity of Riswan. Exactly when the man touched her while making love. There was a calm that Riswan channeled.

"I believe that Ned and Tria didn't really do it. They were just trying to show anger" whispered Riswan infiltrating warmly into the inner recesses of Binar.

A few seconds in the same position, Binar finally withdrew from there. He let go of Riswan's embrace, then looked at the man's face fixed. Just this time he ended the wounds on Riswan's face. It turns out Ned's punches hurt him a lot.

Unknowingly, the fingers of Binar's right hand went down the curves of Riswan's face. He gently rubbed the purplish blue dots that had not completely dried out were full of tenderness. There was a feeling of guilt surrounding Binar. If that night he rejected Riswan, maybe this situation did not happen to them.

But no, Binar will not blame the fetus in his womb. Their potential is not a mistake. He could not have made the sinless baby a scapegoat for their negligence. Binar still considered it a blessing, although he could not help but regret it.

"Sorry," Binar's great-grandson.

Riswan could feel a breath of Binar sweeping his cheek.

"I'm the one who's sorry."

A smile adorned the corner of Riswan's lips, clasping Binar's wrist to stop touching him.

"Then, rest. I call him when the food is ready. Okay?"

Binar nodded his head. He darted towards Riswan's room without much comment.

It had been a long time since the last time Riswan used it; a sincere feeling of wanting to protect someone. I don't know, Riswan himself doesn't really understand himself. He just feels peace.