Our Story: The Sudden Chancellery
30. A Bad Dream and Insecurity

“Dad, stop!!”

A girl with tears flooded sat on a chair very helpless.

While there was a man with a very arrogant face, standing at the dining table with his feet stepping on something that protruded from the girl's body.

“I've told you many times, there can't be any instruments at home. Are you deaf?”

"SICK!!” he said that the father's feet were pressing the girl's body on the table.

“Oh sick? How about this?”

The girl screamed in pain. His sweat poured out and his body began to tremble violently with a groaning sound that increasingly filled the entire room.

He was very sure that soon his fingers would crumble dimly under the footrest of the man who became his biological father.

“You want to be cheap like your mother? Cheater? Not according to my husband and likes to step on my self-esteem? You are becoming more and more like him! You should I love student—ARRRGGGHHHH!!”

The man suddenly suffocated in pain as the reckless girl bit her calf firmly. The man desperately tried to break away, making him stagger until he fell off the table.

“SON DEMON!”

“Then, you are the Father of Satan!” maki the girl in the end.

He did not realize, if the meaning was successful to make nightmares become real. The man put on a flat face without expressiveness, he was seen doing something. There was the sound of a belt being released from his waist.

The girl's face turned pias and she immediately ran to her room. But before arriving, his hair was pulled and he felt a pain that spread throughout his body.

His body curved many times when he felt a long and flexible small object landed on his back to cause a loud impact sound.

For a few minutes, he screamed in pain. The man still enjoyed his activities until a moment later, the girl was no longer able to speak.

His body was still wriggling until finally the thud on his body stopped. The girl sobbed and closed her eyes.

When her eyes opened again, the girl was in the corridor of a hotel. His body was now free from the pain he had been through. His forehead frowned while asking inwardly, ‘where did that lash wound go?’

He looked around and found that the man who hit him had entered a room.

“Run... run..” murmured to himself while searching for emergency stairs. But before his hand could reach the door of the stairs, his body was pulled by a familiar man.

“Eittt... Where to go?” he said with a grin. “Oh. So you want to run away?”

The girl's eyes widened and she rebelled violently, but the man was stronger. The man pushed her into a room.

“You can't go anywhere. Your own papa brought you here to get married,” he said as he stroked the girl's cheek with the back of his disgusting hand.

The girl ran towards the door and had a chance to open it, but only to be pulled back in violently.

Blood pumped his heart very quickly. His hair stood up, his eyes widened, he tried to run away but the man was much stronger, much bigger than him.

“Now, who wants to be with you? If not me?”

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Waking up at night in a flood of cold sweat, a woman sat down with hunting breath. His long hair looked extremely messy, dark circles were clearly imprinted under his eyes without being able to cover up.

This nightmare had always haunted him even since 15 years had passed. The wound never healed, even though now the man who is now her husband has shown a better attitude.

Even though he was now free from the cruelty of his father. This man saved her, though not completely.

He cupped his face while trying to slow down his breathing and set his heart rate in a mess. He also took a glass of drinking water on the nightstand and drank it until it ran out.

The woman looked at the side next to her. A 40-year-old man fell asleep behind her. His body was densely packed, stocky, his face handsome, his hair black with a contemporary hairstyle.

“Mas ..” call the woman to her. “Mas Indra.”

“Apaan?” asked Indra in a hoarse voice. His face was so disturbed. “Don't wake up dong! I have a meeting tomorrow. I want to sleep!”

The apartment he now lives in. Big and comfortable. Not a penthouse, but rather a modern one.

His eyes now fell on the two frames displayed on the wall. On the left, is a photo of his wedding with Indra. In the photo, he stood with puffy eyes and without a smile.

Married with no love at all, but due to coercion and due to a speedy-— pemerhap she stopped her brain from calling out the word.

“Indra has apologized to me, and I'm sorry he ..” muttered trying to convince myself.

After all, all this time Indra was a responsible figure. All her needs and her only daughter were met. Sometimes he asks himself, why is it so difficult to forget the events that have happened for 15 years?

He saw the photo on the right. The picture was of the three with their beautiful daughter, who is now 14 years old, who was born nine months and more a few days after they married.

He then went to the barn. He found a silhouette of a musical instrument that he had not seen for a long time with a strap hanging from his neck.

He touched that thing with great pleasure. A flash of his memory of such a pleasant past appeared and made him smile faintly.

“I miss them ..”. “And I miss you,” he said again as he stroked the guitar strap, paying close attention to every detail. Reminds her of the people who meant something to her during High School.

It's still the way it used to be, unchanged, not broken at all. It was still the same as when the original owner gave this to her first. The woman took good care of him like her own life.

Slowly reaching for the instrument, he placed the strap on his body. His eyes were closed as soon as the strap wrapped around him, as if someone was hugging, draped on the curves of his body in silence.

He was so enjoying, even though his hands had not plucked the strings at all. He remembered the song he played the first time a boy hit him and asked him to withdraw from the race he was going to follow.

A very charming cheeked man. His gaze, his expression when playing guitar notes melodiously makes Gemma again a teenager when remembering it.

What a sweet memory.

His fingers also nimbly plucked the strings. But at the time of entering the refrain, suddenly one of the strings is cut off.

“Sial!” said. He had already lost the mood to play the thing and placed it slowly on his stand, then left the warehouse.

His eyes looked back at the family photo. All of them are good-looking. Except himself.

Viani was her form when she was young, but minus her green eyes. She's so beautiful and attractive. Viani's eyes and her way of looking at her husband. Fair division, he murmured to himself.

But now, he had already lost that young aura, he was not attractive at all. He was standing in front of a long large mirror in front of his room. Looking at her body which is now far from beautiful.

His body was still thin, his skin was dull, his eyes were silky, the hair he always painted was bright brown. He then lifted his sleeping pajamas a little and found stretch marks that did not go away in his lower abdomen.

Really not interesting.

Then he realized something. Was it because of this, Indra had never touched her again for nearly a year? Is it because he is no longer attractive? Already look old with deformed abdominal skin due to struggling while pregnant their child first?

Suddenly his heart felt uncomfortable. The string that broke earlier felt strange. He regretted why he had to swear the word “sial”. Not that he believed superstition, but now, he felt that there was something else. He doesn't want to be shit either!

He did not want to get drawn into an uncertain thought, then immediately returned to his bed with Indra. As slow as she could, she tried not to wake her husband.

However, as soon as she got inside her blanket, a notification message entered her husband's phone.

A special sound that comes in indicates that the notification is not just a pleasant service provider that offers lottery prizes or free balance top up, but it is the sound of a private chat message.

“Who is night-night like this chat?” he murmured in a whisper.

Before, she had never been curious about what her husband was doing. About anyone who communicates with him or his wallet.

However, for some reason, only this time he felt that his intuition was very sharp with a very high curiosity.

Slowly, she came down again from the bed to the nightstand next to her husband. He didn't hold the phone lying there, just peeked.

Instantly her face stiffened, her mouth opened and she gasped at the sight of the message clearly addressed to her husband.

[Rita: Honey, I miss you. ].

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