Marry The Heir
Then, what should I do now?

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Sitting on the floor and leaning against the door leaf, that's all I can do now. My body felt weak like all the support bones in my body were crumbling down dimly along with my broken heart.

This cry is still very difficult for me to stop even though I have shouted and roared while biting the pillow to dampen my voice.

It hurts, it hurts so much when someone I hope to accept my flaws still thinks I'm a lowly human being.

What's wrong with me? Am I wrong for being born into an unattended family? Or I was wrong to put my heart on a man who was not equal to me.

See? Cinderella never existed. It was just a story in a fairyland to fool a dream girl like me.

Choosing to marry an heir, I never thought it would end tragically. I thought I would be the luckiest woman when a prince would marry an ordinary woman like me and treat me like a queen in her heart.

But it turns out I was wrong. She might have been able to act that way with her pure feelings, but in the depths of her heart, I was never a queen. I am only a perfect complement to her life where when she needs it I must be there and when she doesn't need me, she can throw me away as she pleases.

The harsh reality I found a few hours ago. It all started when Shafira accidentally saw my husband go into the mama's room.

“There's a brother home. How angry are you?” the girl walked in front of me.

“Don't Fir,” I tried to hold his hand.

Not good teenage girls like Shafira eavesdropping on adult talk.

“Iihh Frown the spoiled girl.

“NO!” I flicked my index finger in front of his face, usually after this he would obey.

Yes Shafira indeed according to it just that her lips still pursed in annoyance.

Not long after that, I heard a rowdy sound from the mama room like someone was arguing. Shafira instead approached, sticking her ear on the door leaf with curiosity.

“Fir, don't.” I immediately approached, pulling Fira away but the girl held my hand to shut up.

“Mamah also told Roy to hide the CD, manipulate online news in the media and tell reporters to ask about my relationship with Disa?”

Samar I heard the voice of Aa who also called my name. Having my name mentioned, made my footsteps fixate next to Shafira. We looked at each other questioningly.

“More than that, mamah also right who set me up and dia?”

"Mama forced me to marry there."

The next two sentences made me feel like I was struck by lightning. I didn't hear Mama's answer. Trapped up? Trapped what?

Was our marriage a trap set by the mother? And aa feel compelled to marry me?

Me and Shafira were both glued together. My body feels weak if what I hear is true.

Once, Shafira instead pushed me to leave. He pulled my hand away from my room.

“Fir, teteh..”

“Don't hear!” Shafira immediately closed both her hands in my ears.

I heard again the quarrel of mamah and aa, and Shafira grew stronger cupping my ears. His worried face was clearly visible in front of me. He seemed to be able to guess how I would feel if I heard him.

Suddenly, Shafira lowered her hand. I don't hear any more noise.

“Now go back to the boutique. Consider it wrong with denger.” This boy pulled my hand firmly and took me out of the house.

The confused me just followed Shafira's steps while trying to digest what was going on.

“Antar teteh to boutique.” Shafira's words were conveyed to Pak Daan. Shafira pushed my body into the car and closed the door.

"Hey, what's going on?" I want to feel like I'm protesting.

Along the way I was still dumbstruck, trying to understand what was going on. My brain was like spinning, remembering events in the past until I finally married aa. Wait, is that all a trap?

Then what did I find in the swipe of one of the marts on the first night? What's the connection?

I took one thing out of the bag. I opened it and it contained a soft object that if I pulled it like rubber that could lengthen and bulge. I think I know what this is, this is kond*m. Why did my husband buy this?

I thought, aren't we trying to have children together? Is that the function of the menstrual calendar in hp aa?

God, why do I feel so bad? My mind is not wrong.

I try to breathe in order to think clearly. Mr. Daan until he looked at me from the rearview mirror saw me holding a cond*m. I don't give a shit. I was more concerned with my mind starting to drift. Is it possible that I don't want to give me a child and can't?

Like being struck by lightning when I found the meeting point of reality that I experienced. The soft thing just fell out of my hand as I realized the real conclusion.

Suddenly my chest felt sore and tight. I rubbed it a few times but it made me want to cry.

Oh my god, what is this?

A few hours later, I acted like a fool who knew nothing. I acted like I always did, spoiled my husband and told him I loved him. I even hugged her in a public place and clasped her hands tightly.

I hope, that way he will say something. At least once he told me that what I heard was wrong. When he got home, he said nothing.

For that, tonight I deliberately tested it. I wear unusual nightgowns. Little open. No, it tends to be very open. I'm sure my husband won't stand what I'm doing. But apparently, this is what is happening now.

She rejected me. He ignored me, as he always did to others.

My mind is right. He made me my husband but I was never his wife. My position is the same as the people out there, it doesn't mean anything.

I am still with my tears. Switching to the bathroom and then turn on the shower to flirt with my body that is still wrapped in this illegal clothing. Closing my eyes, letting this cold water carry away the misfortune and inferiority I felt.

True what aunt Liana said, when accompanying someone to recover maybe we will be hurt. The choice is only two, hold it until the end or end it now.

Then, what should I do now?

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Author POV.

Early in the morning, Disa was still with her puffy face and swollen eyes. He kept doing his job, preparing Kean's breakfast, his work clothes without anything changing. What was different was that his heart was still hurting.

When she was about to wake Kean up, it turned out that her husband had already woken up and dressed neatly.

They are in the same place, but there is not a lot of talk that they do. Everything is just like a formality that they routinely do every day.

“Breakfast first a.” bargain Disa while offering a plate of fried rice for her husband.

This is called a desperate menu, because Disa is very desperate.

“Thank you.” Kean's voice sounded low like it was not powered up.

They had breakfast together but with their own minds.

“After breakfast, please take me to the main house first and aa no need to wait for me.” The sentence broke the silence between the two.

“You don't need to go there.” The short statement became Kean's firm rejection.

“Why? Is it because I am also unfit to set foot there?”

That satirical sentence made Kean stop his breakfast. The rice he swallowed was like turning into a pebble that injured his throat.

“I didn't say so.” He is not arguing, he hopes Disa understands.

Believe me, making others understand without saying anything, it never existed.

“But the aa attitude that shows as if what I said is true.” Can put the rough spoon in his hand. His appetite just evaporated.

Kean put the spoon. Sipping the water, the breakfast is done. He took the car keys from near the tv and went into the garage.

“Don't be long.” That's the only thing next. Either do not take long to get in the car or do not take long. It's unclear, like Kean's attitude all along.

Of course not long, Disa only took the handbag she had prepared for her to bring to work.

The car is traveling at high speed, towards a direction known as Disa. Looks like Kean granted her request to drive her to the main house.

Arriving in front of the house, only Disa came down. After the salim to her husband, she immediately entered the house. It was Sigit's room that he went straight to.

“Good morning miss.” Greet the nurse who takes care of Sigit.

“Good morning. Have you had breakfast?” the glass of milk was empty in its place.

“Iya miss, a few minutes ago.” Disa only understood, he did come late from the time he should have come.

Finally he chose to sit beside Sigit, looking at the man who was still not willing to open his eyes.

“Pah, how are you today?"

"Do you know what really happened? Why is everything messy like this?”

The question can be said softly to Sigit. Recalling the events of last night, tears regrouped in the corner of his eyes and broke rapidly. The pain is still clearly felt.

“It seems, that papah said it was true, that I would never have a place in this house.” He recalled when the cynical sentence was thrown Sigit some time ago.

“How much am I trying, I will never be worthy to be part of this family.”

“Papah is also right, armed with love is not enough. What am I, a lowly man who dreams equally because he feels he has a great love.”

“But, to pay a snob like it doesn't need love.”

“The doors of this house and the people of this house will only be able to welcome me when I am indeed equal to you.”

“If papah is aware, maybe at this time papah must be laughing at my stupidity.”

“I TOLD YOU, RIGHT?! I can imagine, maybe papah will say it while shaking his waist.”

His sigh was heavy as he imagined that Sigit had actually woken up and said that before him.

“If I have no place in this family, shouldn't I go?” the conclusion that then appeared in the mind of Disa.

Her tears came back, which she then rubbed violently. He tried to smile, or perhaps, to be exact, he laughed at his own stupidity.

“Until the time before I leave, I will keep carrying out my obligations.”

“Treating aa, papah, mamah and fira. Hold for a while the disgust papah, after that, papah will be able to breathe a sigh of relief. Hem?” Can grasp Sigit's slow hand.

Maybe this is the best. Does not change any layout that should be in place.

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