Nackal Duda
Papa's Advice

I now feel that the fate of Dance is within my grasp. What He will become, all I will determine.

Dance to be a plain girl or be a bad girl all the decisions on my hands. Heavy did decide everything at a time when I also had to sacrifice myself in an unwanted marriage.

I subconsciously called Hp Papa. In the third ring Papa raised my call.

"Why Gas?" ask Papa.

"Hm... About Dance."

"Dance? Who saw you in the toilet? The delivery girl, soto?" why did Papa have to discuss so many times that Tari saw me having fun with Cici anyway? I love bringing up his son's mischief!

"Yes. That dance." I replied reluctantly.

"Why Dance?" ask Papa.

"He's... Stay at my house."

There was Papa's voice that suddenly coughed at my confession.

"Dance in your house? Since when?" ask Papa after he has calmed down enough.

"Yes since Papa and Mama came home!" my answer.

"Yes. Papa knows. Why would he stay at your house?" ask Papa.

I told Papa the first time I almost bumped into Dance until the story of Stepfather Tari who was reckless looking for me in the showroom.

"What a shame is his stepfather? The boy himself wants to be sold? There's no brain!" papa's nagging from across there.

I wonder, why Dance can be so fast close and take Papa's heart. Tara used to be not so close to Papa when she was his daughter-in-law. We met once and they were very close. What charm does Tari have until the killer Papa can be destroyed?

"Yes the name is also people like gambling and mabok, anything will be sold as long as it can meet his needs for gambling and drinks, Pa." I replied.

"What are your plans going forward?" ask Papa.

"Either. That's why Agas called Papa. What should I do, Pa? Restoring Dance to his stepfather Kok Agas not have the heart, huh?"

"That's why you know the answer! If you can't, marry her! Dance a good boy. Papa is sure he can heal your trauma of marriage." Papa was heard to take a breath for a moment before advising me again at length. "Gas, when are you going to be alone? Papa and Mama can't be in this world forever to protect you. How long will you live in a world as fake and full of pretense as you live in today?"

I'm speechless.

Papa's right. My world is full of happiness but not true happiness. Happiness is false and will fade later.

"Should you marry me?" ask me more of myself.

"certain. Would you like to make him your kebo-gathering partner? Tara who cheated on him finally decided to marry his affair, why do you even want to gather kebo with Tari?" this is Papa with his harsh words but many truths.

"It's not so, Pa. Why should Papa compare me to Tara? We're different, Pa." I sighed softly. "How's mama? Didn't Mama disagree?" I wear my mom as a mask.

"Your mom's Papa's business. Quickly take care of your marriage and Papa will send a lawyer to resolve the conflict with his stepfather Tari. Don't let that drunk vilify your name in the office!" broken Papa.

"But Pa-"

"Don't think much! Pity the son of one who is so dependent on you! Or do you want Papa to marry Tari?!" threaten Papa.

"What the hell! How's mama? Dari was my stepmother? No.. no! Don't fuck Papa!" this is a terrifying threat.

"Eat him so men must be firm! If you don't want to, Papa go forward! Papa pity a good boy like Tari will be a woman tonight!"

"But we can help her without Agas having to marry her, right Pa?" my negoku.

"Do you think his father would just shut up? No Gas, if you marry her, she's yours! Dare he sell your wife, his business is the law!" papa's reasons are logical.

I took a deep breath and breathed it out. "Papa ask Mama! Agas follow Mama's decision." I gave up. What Papa said is true. The fate of Dance in my hands, or in Papa's hands and I don't want Dance to be my stepmother!

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I don't want pity to keep on reaching me. Don't want me to finally make a decision out of sheer pity.

Dance welcomed my return with a smile on her face. He opened the door and prepared me a warm sweet tea.

"Tumben came home the night, Om." said Tari while walking following my steps.

"You know when my return schedule is!" my lips.

"Usually Om if you come home from the showroom never until last night. I'd love to see Om's car when I go to the showroom." he replied confidently.

"Sok knows! I had a few showrooms and I went to visit my other showrooms!" my answer. I washed my hands and was about to have a new dinner shower.

Apparently at the dining table already has cuisine. I suspect that my maid is cooking.

"Let's eat!" take me. "I'm hungry!"

"Yes. Dance get me the dishes first, Om." Deftly and as if you knew where the things were in my house, Dance took the plates, cups and spoons for me.

She even brought me rice, just like when Tara was my wife. "This is enough, Om?" tanyakanya.

"Enough." I took the side dish and ate it with rice.

In the first feed I knew there was something different about Ma'am Inah's cooking. The cuisine is much tastier and bolder seasoning.

"Who's cooking?" my many.

"Dance, Om. Wh why? Not good, Om?"

I'm proud to praise the cuisine is delicious. It's even better. I choose to hide the facts. "Different order."

"How different is Om? Not good, huh?" back to Dance asked.

"Have eaten! I'm hungry!" I didn't answer the question and ate my delicious dinner.

"Why are you cooking? Is Mama not cooking?" I break the silence.

"Bosen dance, Om. Better than cooking dance. Tari wants to go back to work at the soto-warung"

"Don't!" I cut his words. "So your stepfather came to the showroom and asked looking for me. It's a good thing he doesn't know who I am and security has secured it."

"Mr Nyari Dance? Well, if you dance until here what about Om?" He did not continue eating and looked frightened.

"Calm down! It's not that easy to get into this complex if there's no permit. Security's tight. Just calm down and lock the door. Later I told you security to be extra vigilant." I said calming Dance.

But Dance did not immediately calm down with my words. He still ruffled the food on his plate.

"Well, when does Tari have to hide like this, Om?"

I kept away my plate that was empty because I ate quickly and greedily.

"Calm down. Papa will send a lawyer to solve your problem." I said.

"Are you sure you'll just bow down? Yes, but only in front of a lawyer. Later if you do not care about Dance anymore, then it is not impossible that Dance will be sold back to pimps, right?" the eyes of the dance are now covered in tears. Soon those beautiful eyes will shed all her tears.

This makes me unbearable and lazy to linger near him. It can once arouse a sense of unbearability in me.

"Will not. I'll make sure your dad doesn't dare to sell you. Moreover, later your status is my wife." I said without a second thought. Huft... I finally made this decision. Huft...

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