
It was never thought if the figure of the man who was used to being strong, now fragile with his shoulders shaking to hold his sobs restrained. For a while Arka was silent, giving her body to lean on her best friend.
After feeling quite calm, Arka escorted the man's footsteps towards the sofa. Sit him down slowly, then give him a bottle of mineral water that is already available on the table.
"What's wrong? say." Arka looked at the friend who was still neutralizing the roar of his breath on his seat. The man's face looks tangled with a pair of tired-looking neutrals.
"Anastasya," said Rangga weakly with a downcast face.
Anastacia
Arka tried to remember a name that Rangga said. But nil, the man failed to remember the figure of the owner of the name that had just been called Rangga.
"He-he's pregnant with my son." Rangga sobbed again, while both palms covered his face.
Arka gasped, her body jerked as well.
Did ya?
"What doyou mean. No way, you can't do it, right?" As far as Arka is concerned, Rangga is a famous playboy. Often bergonta changing partners, but it feels impossible if his best friend will do the lowest action, without thinking about the good name of his family.
For a moment, Rangga was still silent. After neutralizing the irregular roar of his breath, all the stories about Anastasya flowed. The girl from a very simple family who has ruined her feelings. His love is so great but inversely proportional to the treatment of his parents on the girl dream.
Arka was seen repeatedly sighing violently when Rangga so detailed to tell all the tempest that occurred. There is also a sense of pity and disappointment, especially when Rangga re-revealed the incident one night where Anastasya's sadism he snatched away, due to the influence of alcohol which forcibly revoked his sanity.
"Anastasya," Arka murmured so softly.
Instantly Arka remembered the figure of the girl who came to his table with Siska at the welcoming party Rangga upon his return from Xx country.
The girl did look beautiful, but Siska's dislike was also so noticeable because the middle-aged woman had no intention of introducing Anastasya to the invited guests even though the girl was standing behind her. How lyrical.
Arcs spontaneously swallow heavy salivary. So far he has never been in close contact with any girl. But if he loves a girl who is not worth it, will the mother behave like that? I don't know.
"Dad completely shut down all access I could use to get in touch with Tasya. I'm going crazy, Arka. I'd go crazy if it kept going like this." Rangga looks frustrated. His hands were about to forcefully pluck out all the hair on his head. Pounding him mercilessly, accompanied by roars that echoed throughout the room. Lucky working room Arka soundproof, to be sure if anyone out there can not hear.
"Step, Stop!" Not only Rangga, Arka was also frustrated by just seeing the destruction of the life of the friend.
Rangga's parents were impressed to separate the forced lovers who should be married. By sending Rangga to xx country, certainly not the right solution, but quite the opposite.
While what was offered by Rangga's parents also seemed unreasonable. Raising a company that is on the verge of bankruptcy, Arka knows for sure if it takes time and process long enough. Does Rangga not think before, and take it lightly as if he could finish it in a day and night. Stupidhead!
"Dad threatened to expel me if I chose Tasya." Rangga.
Rangga again shuffled his mane that was already in disarray.
"But I'm an only child. However, I cannot be selfish by thinking only about my interests. The mass media will certainly highlight our lives which certainly impact on the business and family good name that has been maintained for decades. I just don't want my problems to create destruction for my family."
Arka smiled obliquely. Why now Rangga just looks no better than a loser.
"From the many words that are spoken from your lips, why there are only words family, parents, business and so on. But so few do you mention the name of the girl you've been hating until she got pregnant. Hey, sober. Precisely from this problem, the figure of the girl is the most hurt." Arka's breathing crackles began to unravel. The net radiates anger.
"Didn't you think a little bit about the code when you left? She's pregnant, your flesh and blood, and you're just gonna leave her?"
Rangga.
"The baby in her cage also needs a father figure who can accompany her mother for nine months pregnant and even take care of her when the baby was born in the world. Don't you think a little bit in that direction, how sad it is when you leave without explanation."
"Father and mother have promised to finish it. I'm sure if they're going to give Tasya some understanding, when I leave."
Arka laughed as she shook her head. I never thought about the head of my friend.
"Did you just believe it? Uncle even prevented you from meeting also contacted the girl. Don't you feel any awkwardness? Uncle and aunt obviously don't seem to like it, so how could you possibly convince the girl you're hamili."
Rangga. The man's face and appearance were extremely chaotic. Rangga who looks handsome and beribaha as if lost somewhere. Replacing with a matted face masai with a fussy appearance.
Arka is still faithful looking fixed on the friend. The face that had initially calmed down, stiffened again. Concern was clearly visible from the look in his eyes. Now the man began to think far ahead. Imagine some of the worst possibilities that could happen to Anastasya after he left the capital.
The man was seen rising, but a few seconds of sophistication hit Arka's lap and prostrated himself at her feet.
"Arka, please, marry Tasya."
Arka gasps. His eyes were rounded for a moment.
"What are you doing." Arka revolted, about to remove the hand winding Rangga from a pair of legs.
Rangga was reluctant to move, now his lips kiss Arka's feet covered in home sandals.
"I beg you, marry Tasya. Take care of him while I'm gone."
Now it's the Ark that looks frustrated. What kind of foolish action will Rangga choose this time. But why must bring in her who is actually not worth linking at all in the family tempest of the friend.
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