
"Don't I tell you we have an important event tonight!" exciting Fadil.
Cantika who saw her half-sister being scolded by her father smiled happily. The kid needs to get it. He had foiled his plan to be with the Emperor last night.
"Dad, I remember, it's just that I have something else that's more important."
"Is your sister's wedding plan not important to you?" tease Ira. I think he wants to get rid of the thorns in his house. It's just, he's powerless because he doesn't have a son. While Fadil needs a boy to continue his business. Finally she agreed to take this honey child home with a note Airlangga's biological mother should not return to her husband.
"Ten-tu is important. Mother...," the weak great-grandson of Airlangga said the end. He was actually not afraid of facing the cunning of his mother and stepbrother. It was just that his mother's life depended on their mercy.
Her biological mother had severe heart disease which had to get treatment in the hospital at a high cost. It could be done if his father was willing to pay for his mother's medical expenses.
When he was fifteen he was brought to this house as a medium of exchange for his mother's hospital fees. He had to follow all his father's orders including changing the birth mother's name on the deed, from Sarah to Ira.
His father was waiting for a boy. However, Ira can only give birth to one daughter for her named Cantika. Therefore, with a heavy heart Ira received the arrival of Airlangga.
However, it is only on the lips because in reality. Cantika and Ira always tortured him and even hit behind his father. If he spoke then they threatened to stop his mother's treatment. Breaking water can only accept that.
"Currently, if it's important you should put your family first. This is an important family event. Remember there's nothing more important than your brother's happiness, Cantika."
"Mother you don't push your sister like that. Maybe he had schoolwork with his friends so he came home late," defended the meek Cantika who was just on the lips, but different in the mouth. She did not want to get a bad image in front of her future husband.
"You see Airlangga, how your brother has defended you. You should have a little heart to honor his affection" said Fadil.
Airlangga who heard the words clenched his lips tightly. His hands were tightly clenched. Wanting her to rebel, it was just that her birth mother's words made her hold back. He must always give up in this house. Even though his pride was trampled by them.
The Emperor's expression looked flat, but he heard carefully the chatter of the Kurniawan family. Started to guess there was competition in that family.
"Well, Dad in the future I will be better," said Airlangga trying to smile.
"Dad if I could just go upstairs and clean the body.
Fadil gave a gesture with his hand so that Airlangga immediately left without staring. Focus more on lighting a cigarette.
" Mommy."
"Go away, you look so fucked up." Ira grunts unhappily. This kid is a rival. He will not let Airlangga be the successor to the Kurniawan family. Only Cantika can master it.
"Son, I'm sorry."
The Emperor looked at Airlangga sharply, but the boy avoided looking at him.
"It's okay. Tomorrow there will be a day for us to meet again." The Emperor smiled mysteriously eeriely at Airlangga. "I've always wanted to get to know you better... The airlangga." The words the Emperor issued sounded full of emphasis.
Airlangga's throat felt choked, like there was an implied threat tone from the Emperor's words.
"Ten-tu," replied Airlangga nervously. A cold sweat instantly shot out from his pure white forehead.
"I go upstairs." Airlangga then went upstairs, where his room was.
The Emperor raised one eyebrow when he saw the strange way of Airlangga. However, it was only for a moment because Cantika invited him to speak.
The room is located on the 4th floor next to the rooftop. Heading to his room requires a lot of energy because he has to climb the stairs. He was banned from using the elevator by Ira. He said it would only increase the cost of electricity.
Indeed, that is the figure of a stepmother who is famous for her crimes from the past. Although not all and Airlangga get the misfortune.
Airlangga went into his room. He immediately locked the room and bowed while holding his lower abdomen. His groin still hurts and he held it from now on.
He lifted his body again. Throw the bag that was on his back and remove the clothes that were attached. Go to the mirror. Gazing towards his body that was filled with bluish-red marks from the man, the man who was going to be his sister-in-law.
Airlangga. He began to remove the cloth that was tightly attached and covered his chest. The fabric that makes the shape of his chest flat so that it is like a man in general.
Yes, she's a girl. It's just that since childhood his mother has made her identity into a man. The reason was only because his father wanted a son. If this secret were revealed, his father would not recognize him as a child. Funny, but that's what happened.
Early this morning, he rushed out of the accursed hotel room, heading to the apartment owned by Dumai, his best friend. Arriving there he recounted that he had been desecrated by a man. Not long ago, Airlangga got a call from the hospital where his mother was treated. They say that her mother is looking for her. He borrowed Dumai's clothes and bag to go to the hospital. Leaving the man's dirty clothes in Dumai's room.
Airlangga felt calm because his mother only missed him. He accompanied her all day there. He refused to go home because this house was like hell.
Airlangga then went to the bathroom and wet his body with water from the bathtub. He was indeed the son of a rich man but he only gained a life like a servant in this house. Even worse than that.
Without feeling her tears dripping along with the cold water shower. He rubbed his body rough. Feeling dirty and disgusted by his own skin.
Imagining how the man forced himself and desecrated his chastity. Something that should have been given to the person he loved one day had even been frowned upon by the man. Unfortunately fate. Intending to help the Emperor was stuck with him.
Now he can't hold her accountable. If he said everything then the identity he had been keeping secret would be revealed out. Everything is like fruit for him.
Airlangga hit hard on the bathroom wall many times until his hand bled. However, he did not feel any pain at all as his heart was much more sore than this wound.