Sugar Daddy Savings
Rama is Forced to Take Responsibility

Dusk appeared on the western horizon, I stared at the beauty of the afternoon through the hospital room window. Mother was still faithfully accompanying me, the bribe from her had just finished. So sincere and sincere he took care of me who was covered in sin.

“Shinta, you are more beautiful if you have realized this,” said Bu Yuni who made me turn to her with a bushel and bag in both hands. No need to tell him to sit down, he immediately put his butt on the sofa.

“Tau no, when you are unconscious, you know who went there to help your mother. Yes ‘kan Bu, yes?”

“Ya.”

“Tuh, ‘kan actually said Mom.”

My smile was painted there looking at Bu Yuni's laughable manner and facial features. Eyes bulging and mouth slightly pulled in. “Still, Mom. Take care of my mother.”

“Sama-sama. Hehe, huh!” I frowned looking at his silly behavior.

The day has not changed, Bu Yuni and Om Togar are still here. My phone kept ringing nonstop. Om Yip, that name is on the screen. I ignored it, maybe it's time I end it all.

Om Togar and Bu Yuni return home. Mom drove them home to pick up some of my clothes. Just minutes mother left, Om Yip also immediately cheered in.

“Shinta, this is not true. I don't want to end our relationship. I missed you, Shinta. There hasn't even been a day I haven't met you.”

“Then? What can Om do for me?”

“Whatever you ask, Shinta. You can marry any man, but not by ending it all. You ask for a house, a car, even a company, I will wake you.”

“What if I get pregnant and it's our child?”

“What?”

Om Yip fell silent and looked at me questioningly. Highlight his eyes looking for the truth from my chocolate bead. He gripped this shoulder tightly. “Do not mess with me, Shinta!” he growled with a thought that somehow addressed my words earlier. I gave Om Yip a tespeck, which I did before yesterday.

I threw away his hands rough. Shift your eyes in the other direction. Slowly the tears flowed with a rush, I wanted to calm down with this increasingly becoming cry. I want to change, tired of being an old man's mistress.

Rama went into the room without knocking on the door. Suddenly I swept away the remains of clear feathers on the face. Om Yip was still glued there and swept his gaze towards Rama who was getting closer to us.

“Shinta, I'm here –”

“It just so happens that you came, Rama.” Om Yip walked towards Rama while patting his shoulders.

“You must marry Shinta.”

“What?!” Rama and I asked Om Yip. He promised me the same apartment and next door to me, and gave Rama a company to run if he would marry me.

“What does all this mean, sir?”

“Ya, you ‘kan know how mom. Do you want Shinta to be wretched again? She's pregnant with my child, so I need an alibi to cover it up. You marry Shinta, but she will still be my woman. The cost of your wedding I will bear. Isn't this the second time I asked?” Rama clenched his hands, his veins seemed to come out of his grasp. His face is ready to fight Om Yip. I knit an eyebrow, trying to decipher Rama's request the other day.

“Om! Don't involve Rama in this. It's between the two of us!”

“Hey, Baby. You don't have to yell that way, I'll keep you and our baby. You want your mom to know everything? I have said the same thing to Rama. Yes ‘kan, Ram?” Rama pulled Om Yip's collar and would throw a punch there. However, the door knob seemed to move, Rama also undo his intention and make things like nothing happened.

“Know what, Sir?”

The three of us looked at each other, confused about what it would be like for the mother who was carrying a small bag and putting it on the table.

Om Yip grinned in response to mother's question, but not with the two of us. We just silently watched this demon man interact with mother.

“Em, look at you, ma'am. Shinta and Rama have been dating for the past three months. Now, she is pregnant. So, I will give them a gift that is to bear all the expenses of their wedding. This is what I was going to tell Mom, but they said not to. What do you think?”

“Yes God, getting pregnant outside of marriage is a sin, son. Why are you doing this to Mom?”

“Excuse Shinta, Bu.” The mother's cries broke, she lamented for herself who had failed to look after her daughter. I came down from the bankar with the help of Rama, begging for mercy on my mother for disappointing her heart.

“Bu, I will be in charge.”

Mom slaps Rama. “You, how could you do this! You know it's a sin, ‘kan?”

Rama just bowed without answering, I was still sitting on the cold floor crying. Om Yip smiled triumphantly, wearing his glasses, he left the mess he had made.

“Bu, this is not Rama's fault. It's Shinta's fault, ma'am. Shinta who can't take care of herself.”

Mother sat on the sofa in disappointment, her gaze blank. Tears were no longer able to wet my mother's face. “You must marry!” his orders were without looking at us both.

“Bu, Shinta won't, Mom. Don't take Rama. It's Shinta's fault, Bu.”

“Continue? Who will be responsible? Do you think there's a man out there who wants to marry you? He, the baby's father so he has to take responsibility!”

“Good, Mom. I will come with my family to set a wedding date. Excuse me.”

****

My wedding is going to be in a few days. The rumors of neighbors who cornered me continued to sound, even to the village next to where Abimana lived. Not infrequently mothers around the house noticed my movements as I passed in front of them.

From what I heard, they knew I was pregnant out of wedlock. For without wind or rain I suddenly had a wedding feast. In fact, my boyfriend doesn't even have one. Everyone calls me a sinner and violates religious norms.

Indeed, ever since the time I got out of the hospital I've always worn a loose t-shirt. My pregnancy is ten weeks. When the Rama family came, the neighbors continued to guess the condition of this body.

Today, I went out of the house because I was bored. I'm not allowed to work by Om Yip, the cost of milk and everything is met by it. It can be said Rama will only be a husband above legalization. Om Yip didn't let me just walk away from him.

“Shinta.” I turned to the origin of the voice, Bu Yuni walked towards me who was not far from her house.

“Where are you going?”

“To the front, Mom. Bored at home continue.”

“Mother temeni, yes.”

“Not done, Mom. Shinta again wants to own.”

“Udah, it's okay.”