Asmara Anastasia

Tempests

"What do you really want." Ignoring politeness, Rangga stood up defiantly when his parents just set foot into the house. Still foggy in anger, Rangga looked at the nyalang middle-aged couple who had raised him.

"What do you mean?" Sofyan, who did not understand the direction of the son's conversation, was confused. He had even just entered the door of the house, but had been met with the anger of the son, who had no source from where.

"Not try to. Indeed that's what you want," growled Rangga by raising the tone of the voice.

"The ladder! Keep your voice. We're not deaf" hardik Siska won't lose.

Rangga melengos, reluctant to look at his parents.

"What's up, kid. Father and Mother do not know the root of the problem, after all everything can be discussed well." Sofyan pulled the wife's arm and took her to sit on the living room sofa.

Rangga who was still filled with anger was still standing while folding his hands on his chest.

"Sit down" asked the father.

There was a deep sigh before the man dropped the body weight on the living room single sofa.

"What's wrong? Talk carefully without using anger. We're your parents, not your opponents." Sofyan tried to calm the son down. Various minds are raging. May the matter of what made his son this emotional. Decades of raising, Sofyan knows very well if a Rangga is not an angry man and easily ignited anger. But now, Rangga his son was hardened. His face was red as if he was angry.

"Don't I tell you Anastasya is coming, but why are you leaving without waiting for us first."

Sofyan knitted his brows.

"What, Anastasya is coming?"

"Yes, and you chose to leave rather than meet him."

Sofyan still doesn't understand. He did come out for lunch at a restaurant, that was also at the request of the wife.

"But, son. I didn't know that girl was coming."

Meanwhile, Siska seemed to be smiling cynically at her seat. I never thought if the son would be so angry just because of such a trivial problem.

"But I told my mother first that Anastasya would come. Is it possible that it was the mother who had no intention of telling him?" Rangga's gaze was now fixed on the mother who looked relaxed in her seat.

"Is that so, Mom?" Rangga's gaze sharpened, as if asking for an explanation.

Sofyan, who still does not understand the root of the problem, can only look at his wife and son in turn.

"Why, what did you do this wrong?" Siska looks unacceptable.

"Mom, try to understand. What's wrong with accepting Anastasya's presence anyway..."

"Clearly wrong. You will marry Amara, but instead bring the poor girl here. Obviously it's a big mistake you're making." Siska's body is warming up. His emotions seemed to overflow when the son mentioned the name of the girl he did not like.

"Mom, I don't love Amara, I just love Anastasya. I can't make a unilateral decision like this. You know, I'm entitled to choose my own future wife."

Siska snorted in annoyance, in contrast to Sofyan who looked calm hearing the outpouring of the son's heart.

"That girl again. Didn't we say you weren't worth it. You and him are like the earth and the earth. What would people say if they heard you were married to a girl whose origins are unclear."

The atmosphere in the spacious room was suddenly hot. Either Siska or Rangga, do not want to lose in the argument.

"Keep defending him. You keep glorifying his name. Make her queen by giving her all the luxury of draining your purse." Siska's chest up and down. Rhythmically with the roar of his irregular breath due to his anger.

"Quite mother, she is not as bad as mother accused," defended Rangga who increasingly ignited the fire of anger of the mother.

"Why? That's the truth, isn't it? He is inferior to the peddlers of love on the streets. Trapping a rich young man, to gain popularity as well as his property. He certainly does not compare with Amara who is educated and born from a respectable family. It's disgusting."

"Enough mom!!"

"Shut up!! Decide on her and marry Amara" Siska said.

"No!! Once Rangga says no, still no."

"Why?" Siska is angry.

"Karna Anastasya is pregnant with Rangga's child."

Sista gasp. His body stiffened instantly, but not with Sofyan who chose to get up from the sofa. Approaching the son, he then threw a slap that made the young man growl.

"Socean Child. I am silent does not mean justifying your actions" said the Father.

Siska sat on the floor with a clear circle that runs the river.

Sitting down, Rangga rubbed the corner of his bloody lips also numb the sensation of heat around him with one hand.

He knows what he has done wrong. However, he will also be responsible for the fetus in the womb of Anastasya.

"Sorry, dad. I'll do whatever father wants, as long as father and mother bless our relationship."

"It's not that easy, Rangga. You think everything will be fine when the Wiratama family successor impregnates a lowly girl whose origins are unclear. Use your brain to think before you step. You stupid kid. Where would you put your face if all your business colleagues heard this. Wiratama group will definitely be destroyed with the news of the girl's pregnancy. Whether in the near or long term, we can only prepare for the entire Wiratama family business to be destroyed because of your actions."

Siska is sobbing. Just imagining her husband's words frightened her. For God's sake, he wasn't prepared to live poor.

"But I love him dad." Rangga who was limped and tried to get up was back to sound.

"Shut your mouth. I'll give you one chance. Receive dad's offer, or get out of the house!"

Rangga jerked, and so did Siska.

"What offer, Dad?"

The middle-aged man sighed.

"I'll think about it. For now, reflect on the mistakes you've made before I make a decent offer."

Sofyan quickly turned around, breaking the step of the wife before moving to leave the son who still survived with excitement.