Begal Forced to Get Married
The Part 20
While waiting for Aria to pack, Izana approached Ennie who was alone on the sofa.
“Mother,” Call her.
“Oh Izana, what is it?”
“I've heard of your troubles from Aria, but I think selling my own daughter for money is cruel.”
With all her doubts Ennie looked at Izana feeling guilty of course, she realized she had almost thrown her own daughter into the hell of the world.
“Please take care of Aria yes,” replied Ennie smiling faintly.
“Darling I'm done, help me lift these bags,” Aria's screams from inside her room sound out.
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Stuff is arranged on the motor, Aria only carries three bags because she knows she will go using the motor, so it is impossible to carry all her stuff.
“Aria forgive mom,” said Ennie because Aria hasn't spoken to her at all since last night.
Aria was already on the bike, she did not even look at her mother, it made Izana speak up. “We will not walk until you say goodbye to your mother,” Izana threatened.
“Huh~” This girl gets off the motor and hugs her mother. “Mother I'm still mad at you but undeniably I may also be confused if in your position, just let the company go bankrupt mother, not even rich we can still live, he said, you're so cruel to sacrifice me to live a luxurious life.”
“Sorry Son wrong mother.” Ennie couldn't help but cry, she hugged Aria tightly until her daughter's shirt was soaked with tears.
“Mother I go yes, take good care of yourself lest you get sick from thinking about the office. Just follow this stream of life.”
In the end their separation ended sweetly and forgave each other, now able to calmly take Aria away from her mother.
On the way they talked to each other. “Izana, this is your new motor?” asked Aria who did not think this poor guy had a motorbike.
“No, this is the result begal.”
“Hemm~” This girl is not surprised anymore so she does not act excessively, besides where Izana might buy a motorbike.
“The plan wants you to wear it yourself after remodeling it, but not so because of the thought of a place to live for you. After this motorbike we look for a contract rather than riding in the house of people.”
“So all this time you always sleep on the streets huh?”
“Hmm”
“Miskin.”
“Sialan.”
After four hours of motorization, Aria returned to the city that had previously been a place to escape. Suddenly the motor stopped in front of an empty, uninhabited shophouse. “Aria you wait here, I go for a minute,”.
“Hah!”
“Just a minute at most two hours.”
“Dua jam sebentar katamu? lebih baik kau antarkan aku ke rumah bapak aku akan menunggu di sana.”
“Hais alright.” He returned to gas.
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“Bapak~” call Aria waving at the man who is in the trash mountain.
“Gosh this place stinks once,” murmured Izana slowly, while his wife had run up the mountain of trash leaving her bag.
“This is your bag put where?” call him, who was called turned and returned to Izana.
“Come lift to it.” Show Aria in the row of the house that is a little far from where she is now.
In Izana's position, Izana cannot see the house, unlike Aria who is up there. “Which one is it? There is no house from here,” confused while Aria has returned to climb.
Tbc.
