Sister of Inpar Malang
chapter 1 Pregnant

Sister of Inpar Malang

Chapter 1 (Pregnant)

POV Lilis

"The apple juice packs ten, and the apples are five kilograms, yes. A total of one hundred and fifty thousand rupiahs. The pulse, brother?" said cashier in a mini market.

"No need" I replied, giving the money two pieces of red and blue.

"The money fits, brother. Thank ye. Please come back here again!"

I nodded and picked up my package.

"Since when do you like the same ones that smell like apples?" ask Sindi, my friend.

"Something." I'm shaking my shoulder. "Can't I eat apples?" ask me with a sad face. Lately I've been a little sensitive to being mentioned.

I don't like apples. But 'he' likes apples. That's why I want to eat apples or drink apple juice. Maybe this is called cravings.

I'm out of the mini market. Sindi ran after me in the back.

"e-uh. Can, really. Of course you can," Sindi replied with a grin. "Tumben, that is. He he."

I kept quiet, not responding to Sindi's words. We continued walking until we reached the crossroads. I have to turn right, while Sindi has to be straight.

"We're parting ways here, yeah." I waved to Sindi.

"Yes, Lis. You should rest as soon as you get home. If you are sick, mending tomorrow you do not need to go to school. I'm afraid you know, when you passed out in class this morning." Sindi nagged until her lips came forward.

Lucky I have a friend like you, Sin. Yes, I passed out this morning at school. When I was about to get checked, I quibbled for not having breakfast, so I fainted.

"Yes-yes, just calm down. I will immediately rest at home. Uh." I left Sindi who was still nagging the rich stepmother. There I fainted again.

My name is Lilis Arum Peony, the youngest daughter of Mr. Arifin and Ms. Ratna. I am still in school, 1st grade at one of the State High Schools in Jakarta. That was my best friend, Sindi Nurfadillah, and my classmate.

I have an older sister named Laras Fitri Widiani. She is married and lives with her husband, Evan. They bought a house not far from Mom and Dad's.

When I got home, I went straight to the kitchen. Clean up the fruit that was purchased after school. Fresh apples are placed in the refrigerator, while packaged apple juice will be brought to my own room. So that at night I'm nauseous, I don't have to go to the kitchen. Avoiding suspicion of the home person as well.

In hours like this, the house is still quiet. I have to monitor all three mini markets. Dad must be still at the factory.

I can't stand to rest my body. I've been tired so often lately. Is it because of the effects of pregnancy, huh? I don't know.

When the door opened, I saw Dad sitting on my bed. Tumben, I'm home at this hour.

"Dad's home yet?" I walked up to Dad, and kissed the back of his hand.

I just kept quiet, didn't answer my question. His face looked sad and disappointed. His gaze was very sharp towards my eyes. I've never found a father like that to me.

I directly lowered. I don't know why I feel a bad feeling coming.

"Explain to me about this thing, Lilis!" I shouted while standing from the bed.

My eyes widened, very surprised. Besides because of Dad's scream, also because of the object shown by Dad. My body trembles. The tiredness that was just whack, evaporated instantly.

Dad held up a white flat object right in front of my face. A sacred object for a married woman, will make her feel very happy. But not for me, who is sixteen years old.

I don't want this exposed for now. But, just as I hid it, the stench would definitely smell as well.

I finally found the testpack. The thing I was hoping was one-striped, actually two-striped.

"Come, replied Lilis! Don't just shut up!" I snapped while shaking both my shoulders.

"Have you been wrong in educating you all this time? I didn't think you could do this kind of adultery." Dad looked at me sharply.

I immediately fell at Dad's feet. Tears came out without me preventing it. Really, Dad was never wrong in educating me. Dad was my greatest father and first love. First love for her daughter.

I even hope, tomorrow when I get married I want to have a husband like Dad. Loyal, loving, assertive, and responsible. Very cold to other women, but warm to Mother and her children.

"Dad, I'm sorry ...."

"So .. is this really yours?" I saw Dad's eyes pop. Dad must have been very surprised.

I nodded in response. I could never lie to Dad.

"Astaghfirullah ..." Dad stroked his chest.

"How old is he?" ask Dad again.

"A-one month," my great-grandson.

I heard Dad sigh long, still stroking his chest.

"Who are you doing this with, Lis?"

This is the question I am afraid of. Really, I'm not doing this willingly. I'm dik*sa.

"Have you told the father of the fetus?" ask Dad again.

I'm still quiet. The words I wanted to put out seemed to be stuck in my throat.

"Jawab Lilis!" snapped Dad.

I jumped because of Dad's knock. "I-I haven't told him, Dad. I can't hold this baby's father accountable" I replied with increasingly heavy cries.

"Why can't it?"

"Because he's married" my great-grandson was terrified.

"What?!" Father spontaneously shouted. I lowered my head, not daring to look up in the slightest.

"You slept with a married man? Are there no single men out there so you're in a relationship with a married man?"

I took a few steps back. Escape from my arms at his feet. Then he sat himself down hard on the bed. Rubbed his face violently.

I walked on my knees following Dad. Hugged his feet again.

"Disappointed ... I'm so disappointed in you, Lis." Father's voice shakes. Maybe Dad held back the crying. I don't know, because I'm still down. "Why did you do that, Lis? Are you still lacking in the materials and facilities that your father and mother loved, so that it serves married men to get more material?"

I looked up at Dad. Shaking my head many times. I'm not really what you think I am. I really am not like that.

I want to tell Dad the truth. But, I don't want to stir up the inhabitants of this house. What's more, this will concern two large families.

The person who has raped*me is the one you are very proud of in front of the people there.

Allah ... What should I do? I'm just a seventeen-year-old kid who's still in 1st grade High School. Even for food and snacks alone are still borne by parents.

"Dad, I swear to God, I'm not the person you think I am!" I have to defend myself. I'm not wrong here anyway. He was wrong.

"How did you get pregnant?" Dad's voice came down a little, not as loud as it was.

"Do you believe that I'm being vindicated?" I asked carefully.

I saw Dad's eyes widen. I'm sure Dad's surprised. The youngest child he guarded since infancy, abused by irresponsible people.

I'm more afraid that Dad doesn't believe my words. If you don't believe me, then who should I take refuge with?

"Are you rightly v*sa? Aren't you lying?"

"Have I ever managed to lie to you?" many sarcas.

From childhood I could never lie to you. I looked right into Dad's eyes. I let you look for honesty in my eyes.

"Then, who's been meng*samu until you get pregnant like this?" ask Dad in frustration.

"In-dia .. she ...."

My eyes suddenly darkened. I don't remember anything anymore. All I remember was that my body was floating, like someone was lifting my body.

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