Pelita Hati Bunda
Coercion

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Always Mr. Devan does everything he wants without thinking about the heart of the person he has really hurt before.

That way he neatly cleaned up all my belongings and put them in the suitcase that was previously the suitcase on top of the closet. Do you know if the suitcase was there, or maybe he was watching everything while helping when I fainted?

He kept pacing back and forth to _here to take all and enter with the origin, while I myself also kept pacing back and forth following him for wanting to stop his madness. Yep! He's really crazy in my opinion.

It is not that easy to bring a woman to enter his house, especially to live together. All must be in the right way and must also have a clear relationship.

I don't want it until someone says that we're gathering kebo because we live in a house that looks like a man who is not a partner.

Although we basically couldn't do anything inside the house and would also live in different rooms but the netizens wouldn't see that right?

People who hate will always look for weaknesses at every opportunity. And I'm pretty sure there will be such a problem later on.

"Sir, stop this madness. I can't stay with my dad!" I said to keep shrill high but from earlier there was not a single word from me that he was talking about.

Mr. Devan kept quiet by doing what he wanted.

The cupboard was wide open and empty, there was no fabric in it. Likewise with my dresser that not many make-up tools now also empty, leaping.

"Sir, I beg you! Stop this, and listen to what I say. I can't go with you!" Again I say but Mr. Devan still doesn't care.

The suitcase is closed so tightly, removed from the bed and immediately pulled by him to be taken out of the room. It seems Mr. Devan is not messing with his words.

"Sir!" I ran out. Why his feet so fast to step up that I was so overwhelmed to chase after him, but this house is also not big but maybe because I have been constantly pacing so now feel tired.

"Give me back my things" I stood in front of Mr. Devan with my eyes glaring sharply at him, holding the suitcase so that it could no longer walk.

"Better you leave this house and do not disturb our comfort. We will never follow the father and never will" I said.

Not scared but Mr. Devan smiled. Is he so happy? Does he feel like he's winning? Or did he feel like everything I said was just a joke, to the point that he smiled like that?

The suitcase he took off so casually, without saying anything he stepped up to head for Ara's room. He went in there.

I pulled my suitcase back and I took it back to my room I didn't want him to really force us to come with him by force.

"Basic men are not sane. He thinks he can just force us? Nah! I won't let him tie our freedom."

The anger was so great considering everything he had done. He's really the craziest guy I've ever met, even Aditya's mas have never been this crazy.

I came back out to prevent him from bringing Ara. I won't let him take Ara who doesn't know anything.

But just coming out I was surprised by Mr. Devan who had reached the door by holding Ara and also pulled Ara's suitcase which I believe must have been full of Ara's belongings.

"Sir Devan!" I screamed but he kept walking.

"Daddy om, mother why?" That very innocent aura spoke.

"Fra! Back to mom!" I run to chase them, I won't let Mr. Devan take Ara for granted. Ara is the greatest treasure I have how could I possibly let a stranger take her.

Strangers are sometimes nice but sometimes creepy. I don't know what his behavior really was.

I see Mr. Devan has opened the car door and put Ara there. I panicked and I accelerated my steps. I'm really afraid Mr. Devan will take Ara away here.

"Dear, you wait here a minute. Dad wants to grab your stuff. Mother's stuff will be a lot so mother will definitely not be strong."

So sweet was his words, making Ara obey and sit waiting in the car by turning towards the window.

Mr. Devan closed the door very slowly and then stepped in to get back in.

Mr. Devan remained silent as we passed him he only smiled despite seeing me who was so angry.

But when we turned our backs to each other, Mr. Devan said something and it was very clear in my ears.

"You're so adorable, Nay. I like that," he said.

I turned my head with a huff but Mr. Devan had already sped up and entered the house. I saw that Darmi was so afraid, he was silent and did not dare to do anything especially after getting a clash from Mr. Devan.

"Don't try to interfere with my business or you'll regret it" she said.

Nyali mbok Darmi immediately shrieked hearing that, at first he wanted to help but after hearing that he was instantly glued to silence in the living room.

No matter what Mr. Devan would take inside I ran towards Ara.

Ara was so happy, she was so excited and asked me to come in. Though the truth is I want to take Ara down from the car and back in.

"Ara baby, we can't go with her. Our house is here, honey."

Slowly I give understanding, hopefully Ara is not affected by persuasion, Mr. Devan.

"Yes, our house is here. But we're moving to a better house. Come on, mother," take her again.

I opened the car door and I led Ara slowly down.

"No dear, our home is here and will always be here. If we go later if Dad comes home and looks for us how?"

My chest tight makes Aditya mas as an excuse to be able to make Ara comply. I know it won't be possible but I'm more unlikely to go with Mr. Devan.

"Yes, how will you go home?" his face was very disappointed.

I led him slowly when he was in a vacillating position like this. O God, I feel so sinful with Ara, again I have to tell a lie that will never be possible let alone be real.

We've come back to the house, but Mr. Devan is back with my suitcase.

Nih people really want me to getok wearing a centong so that his head is conscious.

"Dear, you come with me for a minute, yes" I asked.

Ara looks very hesitant to go forward and approach mbok Darmi or maybe return to chase after Mr. Devan who has driven towards the car and opened the trunk to enter my suitcase and also has Ara.

Ara let go of the hand I felt relieved because she had also slowly stepped towards mbok Darmi but in fact her steps were so slow.

"Darling, to the mbok first now," said another who was still trying softly.

If Mr. Devan can melt Ara's heart with gentleness I can too, right? Especially I am his mother.

Don't know what movement is done by Mr. Devan I don't see because I want to focus on Ara. But suddenly....

"Akk! Mr. Devan don't go too far, sir!"

I muttered when Mr. Devan suddenly lifted me up like a sack of rice.

I hit him on the back many times and I pinched his hair fearlessly but it couldn't make Mr. Devan stop his madness. He's totally nuts.

"Ara baby, let's go. Mother is very tired like it should be carried," he said.

I saw Ara smiling again. He turned back and chased after Mr. Devan who took me in such a miserable way. I was tied to a sack of rice.

"Sir, release! Lower me. Sir!" I keep fighting but I don't care at all.

So lightly Mr. Devan brought me. It was as if there were no burdens even though I kept on revolting and kept trying to make him in pain.

"Dear, come on in" she asked after opening her car door again.

"Fine father," Ara once said. He got into the car so happy and there was no doubt at all.

"Sir! Release me!" Back I screamed and right now, I was let go and put down but in the car.

Quickly Mr. Devan shut it down and he immediately ran towards the driver's place.

I tried to open the door but it turned out that Mr. Devan was so agile and had entered the car and locked all the doors.

Shit, I won't be able to get out after this.

"We're leaving, dear Ara" he said.

He just kept talking to Ara and didn't hear or answer any of my words. Absolutely outrageous.

The car is running and all my efforts have failed. Me and Ara were really taken by Devan sir. It's like a kidnapping.

'I'm sorry, Mbok, ' my mind has resigned. I felt so guilty when I saw Darmi mbok who was silent at the door he also looked so limp.

It's possible that Darmi and I can shout for help to people, but as usual, in hours like now there's not much at home, there are only children and also some mothers who really devote themselves to being housewives only.

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