
It turns out that it wasn't easy for Shaka to leave her mother alone in the room. His mother clasped his hands tightly as if he was reluctant to be left behind.
Shaka's mind was still flying everywhere. It was very difficult if he did not think about this matter for a second. Shaka, who was tired from not resting, had his head on the headboard. He stared at the ceiling of his parents' room.
Slowly, Shaka's eyes began to feel heavy. Though the day was not too late, but it felt he was sleepy and very tired. Until finally he was unconsciously closed.
"Disha! Help me, you definitely don't want me to not calm down here, right? Only one way I can calm down, Shaka. Please run my trust, I no longer ask for anything. Please Shaka! There's my son in Nimas' womb. My successor, the Narendra family's successor. Please Shaka, help!
"Sister, Brother Bryan don't go, don't go, brother! Brother Bryan!" shaka shouted awake from his sleep.
The man woke up from his sleep with breath already puffed, his forehead filled with sweat sweat. He closed his eyes several times to calm himself. Fortunately, his mother did not wake up because of his screams.
The confusion from Shaka seemed to be answered. He must marry Nimas for the brother's peace. He understood, it was possible that Bryan's spirit would not rest in peace if no one bore the life of his lover and his son.
The child in Nimas's birth is also the flesh and blood of the Narendra family. There is nothing wrong with marrying the woman who should be his sister-in-law.
Recalling his father's message of wanting to speak with four eyes, he slowly moved his hand from his. Then enveloped his mother properly and left.
Silent.
In such a big house it feels so quiet right now. Even his footing on the floor sounded very clear.
Shaka's eyes***** look around looking for the whereabouts of the Father. He walked to the round table located in the middle of the terrace, there are two chairs displayed there.
"What's up, Pa?" Shaka unceremoniously asked the point after sitting in front of his father who had started to look wrinkled.
"Papa's sure you heard what Bryan's message was."
Finally there is a discussion on this issue.
"Everybody there must have heard, Pa. The message was for me, how could I not hear?"
"Then what are you going to do?"
"Otherwise? What can I do other than do what I have been given? Yes, I will marry Nimas, I met him. I went to see him. I told him to pack up and move here. I'll marry her soon."
Mr. Malik's eyes immediately swerved. He was surprised by what his son did, acting that far without talking to him was a mistake.
"Do you think this is a trivial matter until you act inappropriately to Papa?" asked Mr. Malik with an emphasis.
"But we don't know the origin of him. How can you act so rashly?"
"In times like these why care about origins? It's precarious, Pa."
"Well, if he's telling the truth, then isn't it? The woman's fear made up the story that she was pregnant with her son Bryan. It could be that she got pregnant with another man and held Bryan accountable. Papa believes Papa's son wouldn't do such a dirty thing."
"Pa, we just saw Bryan's brother at home, outside the house we don't know how he was. I can't believe Bryan can do that either. But is it possible that Brother Bryan desperately tried to talk in the middle of his death if indeed he did not do that? Brother Bryan admitted that the child in the birth of Nimas is his son, it means that Bryan did do it. No matter what Papa thinks of this, I will still marry Nimas according to what Brother Bryan has ordered me."
"Disha! Doesn't this look ridiculous? You're silly to marry her, what do people say if you suddenly marry a pregnant woman?people must think you're impregnating him. Our family's good name will be bad too."
Shaka had guessed. The action he took was not easy. There will be many contradictions, trials, trials, and obstacles that are waiting for him before his eyes. He knew it would be very difficult. But it would be even more difficult if he ignored the message of his brother who was already in a different world. He will also feel guilty for his brother for not carrying out his last message.
"Our family name is bad, Pa. But it will be much worse, if we abandon the baby in the womb of Nimas who inevitably, accept it or not, it is our own flesh and blood. The one in Nimas's womb is Papa's grandson, loh. Brother Bryan's son."
"But that doesn't mean you married her, Shaka! Enough of us to give him money, materials, and a decent life for him and his son is enough responsibility. Why should you marry her too? All he needs is material, that's all."
Shaka shook his head in disbelief. So did not care Mr. Malik on Nimas. Where is his conscience? Why does the father speak as if he had no faults or sins? Is that as low as anyone else in Mr Malik's eyes? Why did his father just think that everyone was rejuvenating matter like him?
"He also needs responsibility from us, Pa. We are the family of men who corrupted Nimas. I was asked to marry Nimas, so I'll do it."
"What about Raisa? You don't care about the woman's feelings? Papa knows his father, would you put Papa's face if you choose to marry another woman for no reason?"
"Without reason? I married Nimas because in pregnant sister Bryan's child, it was also the last mandate of Brother Bryan. For no reason where, Pa?"
"You don't know her, we don't know her. Papa would never agree if you married her. Women of unclear origin."
"Does Papa think that Bryan's brother would date women of unclear origin? We just don't know, Pa. Not that she's not clear on her origins."
"You prefer that woman over Papa? Your own parents?"
"Pope I beg you, you're not an option. Don't think I made this decision without thinking. Don't think it's hard for me to do this, Pa. I am very sick with the life God has chosen for me. I love Raisa, I love her. But Brother Bryan gave me the mandate to marry Nimas, Pa. I'm hard at living this myself." Shaka started to sob again. He admitted that he was very clumsy and weak at the moment.
"Who's Nimas?"
The two men looked up and turned their backs as soon as they saw who was in the middle of the door.