Beginning of Forced Marriage
BDP. The Part 40
'Tutt .. tuutt's'
'Hello Nay, what's wrong? Are you okay.' A voice coming from his cellphone made Nayna not immediately answer him.
The pregnant woman was now silent without a sound, hearing the worried voice of the person opposite her, making Nayna sigh several times, before finally starting to make a sound.
"Tomorrow can we meet, at the cafe ...," Nayna said without answering Raffa's previous remarks.
'Are you sure?' raffa asked him to convince him.
"Yes, I'll wait." After saying that, Nayna ended the call, unilaterally without hearing the word from Raffa again.
He rubbed his chest and sighed a few times, to reassure himself, if what he did was right.
Hearing the explanation from the man, making Nayna's conviction that she originally wanted to stay away, become unsteady, inexplicably her heart seemed to ask that she give a chance to the man.
Not as a couple, more precisely as the father of his son, because even though he and Arkan later separated, he had already devised a plan to start his life with a focus on his son, do not want to confuse yourself with a partner.
"Hopefully the decision I have tried to make has not wavered and changed" he muttered again.
He could not convince himself to stay firm on the decision he would take in the future, because he could change his mind later, it seems natural that at this age, he said, sometimes still unstable with every decision, it could be today to decide A and tomorrow it turns into B.
Nayna continued to mumble with a blank look in front of her, she forgot to close the door of her room, until what she muttered and her conversation with Raffa was heard by Arkan who turned out to be home.
Seeing Nayna who was engrossed in his world, Arkan chose not to disturb him, he passed into his room, then he sat on the edge of the bed with thoughts floating.
"Maybe it's the best" he murmured with a long sigh.
"Of!" call Nayna from behind her door and knock on her door.
The man turned towards the door and immediately opened it, he looked at the young man who was putting on his usual smile, with a questioning look.
"Om when will he come home? How come I don't hear the motor Om?" nayna looked at him in wonder.
"I just came, maybe you're too busy to hear it" Arkan said casually.
While Nayna felt different, she felt that Arkan was currently insinuating her, she was sure, if the man who was much taller and older than her had just heard her conversation on the phone.
"Sorry Om, I was on the phone with someone" said Nayna, holding her head, not feeling well with Arkan.
"Called who? Are those your parents?" Arkan's fishing rod looked at Nayna with a demanding look.
"I—it, eummmm, i–tu is my ex-boyfriend," nervously Nayna who was deepening down, not daring to stare at Arkan directly.
"Is that her father?" ask Arkan, pointing at his stomach using an eye gesture.
Slowly the young mummy nodded cautiously, looking at the tip of his foot, afraid to wait for what Arkan did next, but not the man's response.
A few seconds passed, and Nayna slowly began to raise her head and stared into Arkan.
"Actually I've met her several times again and now she knows that I'm pregnant with her child" said Nayna.
"Continue?"
"He also a few days ago, saw me again and explained the reason why he had left so long ago, he also said that he wanted to take responsibility" Nayna continued looking at him anxiously, waiting for the reaction her husband would give.
"It's good dong that way" Arkan said casually, as if he had indirectly allowed Nayna to get in touch with another man.
"Ta–but Om." Nayna looked at him in disbelief.
"What Om, don't you mind if I get in touch with him?" nayna asked again to lower her eyes.
"Why should I object, wouldn't it be good if he was already willing to take responsibility."
Gaining Arkan's seemingly indifferent attitude towards her like that, making Nayna unhappy, she then closed her eyes and sighed deeply relieving the sudden disappointment and sadness present.
"Have you eaten yet?" Eventually Nayna chose to switch their conversation.
"Not yet, you alone? You're not cooking today?" Arkan asked back.
"I haven't cooked yet."
"Well if that's the case, let me order it, yes" Arkan said after moving to take his phone from his pants pocket.
Arkan ordered food while walking towards the sofa, he then sat himself on the sofa, while Nayna just tailed behind him while daydreaming.
What do you expect Nay? Om Arkan does not agree with your intention and forbids you to relate to Raffa that, have a strong reason what Om Arkan, until it must be like that. Inner Nayna who seems unwilling if Arkan let him relate to Raffa just like that.
However, he must be self-aware, who he is. He's just a guy who pulled Arkan into his game and now, he has to get back to being self-conscious, by not harboring any feelings for the guy.
"Why?"
Hearing the question, Nayna immediately turned her attention to Arkan who was looking at her with a frown.
"It's okay Om, oh yeah what's Fasya's condition?" Nayna immediately turned the question over.
"He's fine, yesterday he was just too much of a thought, so relapsed again" Arkan said.
"Oh, thank God he's okay."
"Oh yeah, Om said he wanted to see me with him, when is Om?" ask Nayna with her serious face.
Arkan did not immediately reply, he just kept silent while looking at him with a gaze that he did not understand at all, the meaning of that gaze.
"Why Om?" asked Nayan looking at him in wonder.
"It's okay." Arkan Gel.
"Later also surely I will invite you to meet him, after his condition has been better and he wants to meet you," continued Arkan who inexplicably, after all, Nayna felt doubt in her words.
"Did Om tell her about our marriage?" asked Nayna who did not immediately get a reply from the interlocutor.
Seeing Arkan's reaction like that, Nayna nodded in understanding. He then smiled at the man.
"Om certainly not telling about our marriage to Om's nephew yes" Nayna said.
"I just haven't had a chance, because lately the condition has been up and down, unstable," explained Arkan trying to provide an explanation so that Nayna does not misunderstand.
"It's okay, Om, I understand that this marriage will not be long, either, right?"
"Not what ak— means"
"I think the food deliveryman has come Om," cut Nayna because someone knocked on the door of the house.
Arkan nodded and got up from his seat, he walked towards the door and opened the door where there was already a courier delivering the food he ordered.
