The Crown
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"Ma, where are you going? Mama!" Mom pulled my hand towards the garage.

"Ma, calm down."

"What's up, anyway? It's Iksia in pain, Ma."

Papa and Fateeh couldn't stop Mom's steps. He still dragged me and took me in the car.

"Ma, where are we going. Please, Ma. Don't worry about it."

"Evacate the boy."

"Mama?"

"You can't do this to mama especially papa, Iksia. Anyway you throw out your content mumpung still small."

"I don't want to, Ma."

"Iksia, you're a kid. You know what it is about taking care of a baby. The baby is present outside the wedding. He will only bring disgrace to our exit, aware of it, Iksia!"

"Aib? He knows nothing of disgrace. I'm wrong why he should be sacrificed."

"Then, this is a risk that you must bear. You present him then you also have money to get rid of him."

"Good, Ma. But Mama's gonna lose me in the same second."

I tried to open the car door and intended to jump from there.

"Itsia!" Mama slammed the steering wheel and immediately stopped her car beside the road.

"Why, Ma? Why don't you let me jump and die? Didn't I bring disgrace to mama and papa? I died carrying this disgrace and sin. Then mom and dad won't be embarrassed."

"Stupid kid! What the fuck are you?" Mama grabbed my hair. There's no fight. Let him vent his anger.

"That's because mom loves me, right? I'm the same, Ma. I don't know why but I don't want to waste this fetus." I was crying as much as I could.

"Who said? You want to die, come on!" Mom got out of the car. He opened the door of the car beside me, dragged me out and slammed me to the ground. When I realized that my stomach was about to land, I immediately protected it and left my head in place.

As a result, the blood from my forehead dripped quite a lot. My nose hurts from smelling the ground.

"Itsia." Mama approached me. He looked worried to see me bleed.

"Mom, the mistake I made is unforgivable, but this baby is innocent, Mama. In my mother's grandchildren, too. Please, let him live, Ma. She's growing in my womb right now, Mama."

"Actus ..." Mom looks frustrated. I know she's angry, but she doesn't have the heart to drop my womb.

"Why, Si? Why would you do this to Mama?" Mama came back crying while hitting the ground.

"What do you have to say to Papa? He loves us so much. Treating us so respectfully, but ... But you ...."

"I'm sorry, Mama. Sorry Iksia mama."

"Why should it be like this, Iksia. Wh why? What's your fault until you do all this?"

"Mama. Iksia's sorry, but I really want this baby alive no matter what. Iksia please, let him live, Ma."

"Ma, Iksia."

Papa's coming.

"What are you guys doing here? Shame to see many. Baby, what's the matter with your head? This is da ...."

Seeing the amount of blood dripping from my forehead, to wet my clothes, papa was shocked. Papa lifted my body and was immediately taken to a nearby clinic.

I got a few stitches because of a torn cut to the stone. When we finished, we went home soon.

"Who?"

I'm turning.

"Who's the father of the fetus?"

"Sorry, Pah. I can't answer."

"Papa won't ask you to abort him, papa will acknowledge him as papa's grandson, but ... but please tell me who is his father?"

"Pa, he's my social acquaintance. We met a few times but now she's gone missing after finding out I'm pregnant."

Papa hit the steering wheel so hard with his fist.

Sorry, Papa. Iksia lied. Iksia could not imagine if papa knew that Arzhan was the father of this fetus.

"Pah, Iksia asked Kak Fateeh and Kak Arzhan not to be told about this. Iksia please be with papa."

"Papa, Iksia's sorry." I came back crying. It hurts to see disappointment in my face.

"If you don't want your sister to know, you better get out of the house. Papa will prepare a house in the village. Take it easy, personal servants, drivers, body guards will be ready for you."

"Mah ...."

"Papa will find a private teacher so you can still learn. Education is important, however. You will be a mother, you must be smart in everything because your child's first school is her mother, which is you, son."

"Papa." My cry is becoming. As much as this humiliation I gave to Papa Indra, she still cares and loves me.

"You have to be strong, you have to be ready in everything. Pregnancy is not easy. Energy, emotions and everything will be drained. You are a child, you are still a child of papa .. which ...."

Papa's grief spilled. He pulled out his car and grabbed my body. Hugging with a body that vibrates violently.

"Itsia, Son."

"Sorry, Papa. Iksia's really sorry."

Once home, Fateeh and Arzhan wait on the terrace. They were very surprised to see the bandage on my head. Especially Arzhan. He immediately ran over.

"What's wrong? Why was your head bandaged?"

"He fell, his forehead ripped."

Arzhan stared in disbelief at my clothes that were dirty with blood.

"Which mom, brother?"

"Since then, my mother has locked herself in her room."

"I went there first, yeah."

"Don't." Papa pulled my hand. "Let your own mother first. Give him time."

"really. Now you change clothes first. Smells fishy."

"Arzhan, take him to the room. Make sure the medicine is taken."

"Mah ...." I looked at papa. He gave me a sign that the medicine should not be taken. Doctors prescribe regular medications, not for pregnant women.

"Oh, yes. You only need to change the bandage twice a day. The drug should not be consumed. Here." Papa took the medicinal plastic from my hand.

"Want me to carry?"

"No need, brother." I shook my head at Arzhan.

Arriving at the room, Arzhan prepared warm water for me to soak in.

"Sister, get me."

"Hhh?"

I pulled Arzhan into the bathroom. I didn't really take off my clothes. Just replace it with a tangtop and a color.

"Why is spoiled really want to be bathed in everything?" asked Arzhan while giving shampoo to my head.

"My hands were sick when I fell. So ask for a sampoin brother."

"Soap too?" tanyanya tempt.

"It can't be here, it'll be in the apartment."

"But long. Maybe three days later."

"Why?"

"I have to go to the exhibition to east Java."

I immediately turned around and hugged Arzhan. My crying broke again.

"Eh, what's the matter?" Arzhan went into the bath tub.

"Hey, baby. What's wrong?"

I stared at him long enough. Pulling his neck to reach his lips.

Arzhan enjoyed it so much but not with me. Not the desire I felt but the sadness.

This will be the last time. Hugging and kissing her we'll never do again until sometime.

We're gonna lose, Arzhan. Because destiny is what we are fighting against.