Deserve Me For You

Wedding Canceled??

Bi Ina helped Puspa get dressed, she also calmed Puspa who kept crying.

"Bi, this marriage must be annulled." said Puspa.

"What are you talking about?!" astounded.

"I'm very inappropriate to be his companion" Puspa wiped his tears.

"It's not your fault."

Puspa took the HP and contacted his Father.

"Assalamu'alaikum, sir." quivering Puspa called his Father.

"Wa'alaikum salam. What's up, son?"

"Sir, Puspa wants to talk to you."

"What's wrong? Is something going on? Why are you crying?"

"No, Puspa did not cry. Anu, you're not busy today?"

"Don't lie,"

"Really... You have time today?"

"There was. You take a leave of absence, your mother is ill and you don't want to bother you to take care of your sister."

"Okay, Puspa will be there soon."

"Let you go there, please,"

"No. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa"

Puspa immediately ended his call.

"Bi, Puspa go first."

"Where are you? Don't make decisions this way." Bi Ina held Puspa's hand who was willing to take his bag.

"Bi, the situation will get worse if it's left."

"What do you think if this marriage fails? Will your life be peaceful again? No."

Puspa slumped to the floor while pulling his hair. His tears did not stop to continue to flow soaking Puspa's face.

"I have to how else? How's it?"

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16:00

And in the end Puspa stuck to his Father's house when Bi Ina was busy cooking in the kitchen. Puspa sat facing his father.

"Son?" call Father.

"Well?!" A little surprised when called.

"You're not okay. Your eyes are swollen." Mr. Puspa turned to sit next to Puspa and cupped his daughter's face.

Puspa bit his lower lip, he stared into his Father's bead. Tears again adorned his face, Mr. Puspa confused.

"What's wrong?" tanyanya's worried.

"I'm sorry..."

Mr. Puspa frowned.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm sorry Puspa, sir. Sorry.." Puspa pulled his face and hugged his Father. Mr. Puspa rubbed Puspa's back and head.

"Relax... What's up, son?"

Puspa's cry grew louder, he could not tell the truth.

"I'm sorry... Excuse me... Puspa failed!"

"Puspa, relax... You do not fail, you are a strong Father."

"No... I have failed..."

"Son, the one who failed was Father. You failed to look after our family."

"You have not failed equally"

"Cancel this marriage, sir!!"

Mr. Puspa fell silent. Puspa pulled himself up and looked at the surprised face of his Father.

"Huh? Did you hear wrong?" ask Mr. Puspa.

Puspa.

"Sir, please cancel this wedding," Puspa kissed his Father's hand.

"Puspa?" Mr. Puspa holds Puspa's shoulder.

"It's not a toy, son. Marriage is a sacred relationship."

"This marriage cannot continue, sir. Hix. Puspa, sorry...."

"This time, please help Puspa," Puspa lowered his head.

"You don't love him anymore? Did he hurt you? Say, Son. What made you come to this. I'll teach him a lesson until he dares to hurt you!"

"Puspa slept with someone else, sir." said Puspa slowly.

Again, Mr. Puspa was surprised, he stared. Slowly his hand took off Puspa's shoulder.

"I've been tainted." he continued.

Mr. Puspa was surprised instead of playing, he rubbed his face rough. His heart was broken knowing his daughter was doing something indecent.

"Maybe," he said with great emphasis in every word he said.

"Sir..."

"Shut up! Could be, you!"

Puspa. Father Puspa's face flushed red, he clenched his hands.

"Who are you doing that with?!" Mr. Puspa was no longer able to contain his anger.

"Aawwww!" moaning Puspa when his Father grabbed his arm.

"Sickness, Sir..."

"Shameful!!!" while slashing Puspa's arm.

"I'm sorry Puspa, sir. Puspa.. Sorry..."

"What should you tell your family?!"

Puspa lowered his head, he did not dare to look at his Father.

"Wedding must be annulled because my daughter is unholy?!"

"Aaaarrgghhhhhh!!!" Mr. Puspa wants to slap Puspa but not so.

Puspa immediately prostrated at the feet of his father while crying.

"I'm sorry Puspa, sir. Sorry."

"Yahaaaghhhhhh!!!"

'BRAHA!!' Mr. Puspa hit the table very hard.

He rubbed his face several times and Puspa continued to cry at his Father's feet while apologizing.

"I was so embarrassed, so." Tears fell from the corner of his eyes, he sat down while covering his face and cried.

"Sorry, sorry. Forgive Puspa, sir." still at his Father's feet.

"Goldhenghh!" Puspa grabbed his own hair.

The whole house was decorated with the cries of the Father and Son, while Lina who heard it even smiled triumphantly.

"Finally, you're ruined too" he murmured

***

An hour passed, and Puspa was still not struggling a bit from his position earlier. He continued to apologize and Mr. Puspa was still crying in despair. A knock on the door surprised them both.

'Tok tok tok'

Puspa wiped his tears, he pulled Puspa and told him to sit down.

"In a moment," Mr. Puspa opened his door a little and unexpectedly the door was immediately pushed from the outside.

"Arga." lirih Mr. Puspa

Arga looked at Mr. Puspa with red and wet eyes. Puspa was surprised when his Father mentioned Arga's name and quickly left the living room. Arga immediately barged in and pulled the arm of Puspa who was about to leave from there.

The atmosphere is tense...

"How dare you," Arga pulled Puspa's body to face him.

Puspa immediately revolted and asked to be released.

"Take me off! Off."

"Argha..." Mr. Puspa spoke up.

"Son, Om knows Puspa is guilty. About this-"

"I don't allow anyone else to blame my girlfriend!" Arga looked intently at Mr. Puspa.

Mr. Puspa was silent, he was surprised at Arga's reaction.

"I was wrong, I'm sorry." said Puspa in tears.

"Ki-We.. Let's just end this relationship. I don't deserve you. Let go of me." Puspa tried to pull his body.

"You must die if you choose to leave me,"

Puspa's eyes were round, as was his Father. Puspa slowly raised his face and looked at Arga. Arga's eyes turned red, they looked at each other. Mr. Puspa could hardly believe witnessing this.

"You're mine" said Arga and pulled Puspa in his arms. Bi Ina who appeared just stood at the door and also calmly looked at Arga and Puspa.

"Sorry," Puspa tightened his embrace and cried in Arga's arms.

"I will give the man the proper punishment. Breng*sn"