The Crown
Engagement

A house located in a rural area. Not as big as the house of Papa and Mama, but has a large yard as well as a high fence wall.

Papa says this house is just a house he rented because after giving birth, I'm going back to Papa's house.

Behind the house there is a large enough gazebo built on a fish pond. There is also a small garden planted with lots of orchids.

Even Papa Indra knows what I like.

Outside the fence, grow trees that are very shady and quite tight. This house is really closed. I was completely hidden by them.

There's nothing I can do, nothing I can call. His phone and number were replaced by his mother. Don't let me call anyone and call anyone but my parents.

Aware that the phone had a lot of chat and friendly photos with Arzhan, I chose to damage it rather than be seized by Mama and Papa.

The first night in a new place, it felt very strange. Although many accompany, but I feel alone and lonely.

Sitting with them while watching the men play chess. While the lady waiter coolly snacked on boiled beans.

"Non, just rest. It's already night."

"No, Mr. Sam. I am afraid to sleep alone anyway. Better to be here with you."

"Don't be selfish. You are not alone anymore" said Mbok Darmi.

He is right, I must think of him now living in my body.

"Remi temenin I'm sleeping, yeah. I don't want to be alone."

"Where can the servant sleep with the employer. Don'tdon't. Just sleep in each other's place."

"What's the matter, Mommy? Why is this not. Mbok doesn't like it? Why would you want to stay here?"

"Because I am only a servant who obeys his master's orders."

"You servants but not slaves. Have the right to protest or express an opinion. Than to work but make your master as uncomfortable as he is now!"

They're all quiet.

"Already, you accompany Miss Iksia to sleep. We'll get you both a mattress ready."

"At least Papa didn't wrongly trust Mr. Sam."

I immediately left and followed my personal servant. It sucks! They know they're just servants, but why should he arrange this.

"Non, don't take heart, yes, said Mbok Darmi. He's like that."

"Yes, Non. But he's really good, really."

"He's good, I'm not."

Remi's eyes glared in shock. They feel guilty for their own words.

"It's not so, Non. I mean-"

"Sleep. I'm tired."

It is very difficult to close your eyes in a new place without anyone. Thinking about how they were there, what they were doing there, and how they reacted when they found out I wasn't there.

I really didn't think this would be as sad as it is now. Because of momentary pleasure, I lost all happiness, trust and affection.

How's Hilda doing? Will he be sad because I am not there? Who will accompany him at school? Are they going to bully Hilda like she used to?

Fateeh will probably believe in the reason that Mama and Papa gave me about my disappearance from home, then what about Arzhan? Is he just gonna believe it?

The number of thoughts made me feel dizzy. A headache that made me feel like vomiting.

"Re, please bring warm water. It feels really nauseous."

"Yes, No."

The dizziness did not go away, the nausea became more and more until I completely vomited.

The nausea I felt until the next few days. Mr. Sam immediately took me to the obstetrician for a check-up.

It was hard being a pregnant woman.

"Sir Sam wears what perfume, anyway? I don't like it."

"I wear the perfume I used to wear, Non."

"But it stinks, sir."

I also felt the same changes in sense of smell, and taste. The smell of fragrance out of anything made me nauseous tremendously.

I don't like the smell of cooking either. Seeing rice is like seeing a bunch of maggots, disgusted.

The next two days the nausea was getting more and more overwhelming. Dislike of food makes things worse. There was not enough intake, while I continued to vomit. My body was limp until the doctor advised me to be hospitalized for incentives.

Sadness increases. I was drowning in pregnancy, with no family and no husband. Living it all alone without anyone accompanying. Fighting alone without the support and affection of the family.

Severe punishment for a sinner like me.

Please forgive me, God.

I've been treated for a week, accompanied only by Remi, Mr. Sam and two body guards prepared by Papa.

"Do you know I'm being treated, Mr Sam?" ask me when I go home.

"He wants to come here, but there's another rush, Non."

"If I hadn't let him down, Papa would have left everything and put me first."

"No, Non. I did not accompany the Father there, so he was metered. Yesterday there was a late tender and we had a loss. That's why you're so busy now. To cover his losses."

"Mr just go home. Go with Papa there. I'm fine here."

"I would not be able to be interrogated by Mr. Fateeh and Arzhan. I won't be able to lie when asked them, Non."

Right, those who come with me now must remain here until the end to keep my secret buried until the time comes.

All I can eat right now is tubers. I can eat cassava and yam. That's all my stomach can accept. Besides, ice cream and chocolate I can still eat. The rest cannot be at all.

"Nl ...." Mr. Sam approached. He seemed hesitant to talk to me.

"What's up, sir?" ask me while justifying the sitting position. It turns out that the longer the gestational age, the harder it is for me to do activities. Plus because the fetus I bear there are two. They're twins. My stomach is bigger than any other pregnant woman's stomach.

"There's news from home."

"About what? Not bad news, is it, sir?"

"It could be bad news or good news. It depends on Miss responding to it."

"meaning?" I was curious and also worried.

"About Mr. Arzhan."

The deg!

"He's getting engaged, Non."

"Fiancee? With who?"

"Non Alea."

Sick? sure is. My heart is like a crumble without a remnant. He whom I love wholeheartedly must now go with another woman.

Has he read my letter?

"Non, relax. Don't be so sad about not being able to attend her engagement. I know how Non is close to Non's sister. But let go of Non, sooner or later she does have to get married, and separate from her family. But, Non, that doesn't mean Mr. Arzhan will forget his beloved sister. He will definitely not forget Non Iksia."

I was crying like that. My body was drowning on the floor.

Brother, I'm even pregnant with our child.