Don't Blame the Destiny

Chapter 82 (Rahma Ride Pitam)

“Maybe this is the best, help me yes Lord.” after being sure enough, Andri starts the car engine, and starts sliding across the highway to his parents' house.

After traveling for 1 hour and 30 minutes, Andri finally reached the destination, he rushed out of the car parked in front of the main door.

Krieett!!!

Andri opened the door in a hurry, Rahma who was not working that day looked at her son with a strange look.

“Assalamu'alaikum!”

“Wa'alaikum greetings, you why Ndri?” ask Rahma.

“Bu, please Andri bu, this is important!” andri said as she held both of her mother's hands.

“Yes, I'll help, but what's up, son? Tell me slowly.” Rahma took her son to sit on the sofa in their living room.

“Gosh ma'am, Andri do not know where to start telling it.” Andri said with a feeling of remorse.

“Hey, why are you, son? Tell me from what you can say,” said Rahma.

“Bu, sorry Andri before, this all happened outside the will of Andri bu.” The new emir descending from the 2nd floor saw Andri's presence so chaotic.

He who wanted to go to campus approached, to hear a little conversation between his mother and brother.

“It's a pity mom will forgive you son, but what's up?”

“Andri..., Andri did not accidentally impregnate the child of the bu.” people he said with a trembling body.

Rahma who heard the child's words was confused and in disbelief.

While the Emir who had known everything rubbed his face with both hands.

Why should I tell mom anyway? inner Emir.

“Whose son do you mean Ndri? Speak clearly!” pekik Rahma's.

“Children of Dimas and Bu Elijah,” said Andri.

“Dimas? Elijah? Who're they? You're thinking of Ndri's mother?!” Rahma hit her son's head.

“Not funny, don't make mom worry about your crispy frown, your wife is pregnant again, you even say things are not good.” Rahma scolded Andri who she thought was joking at her.

“Andri is serious mom, her name is Arinda, a former employee of Andri's training in the office, and the woman is also her close friend Beeve bu,” explained Andri.

“Ck.” The Emir clucked, and took a deep breath.

Destroyed is now your marriage Ndri, Inner Emir.

“So you're serious?” asked Rahma with a tense face.

“Iya ma'am, pardon Andri bu, Andri salah.” without Rahma noticing, her tears dripping, she immediately got up from her seat, she said, and took the long glass that was on the table in front of him.

“Child of lakna*t!” When Rahma wanted to slam the glass into the head of Andri who was bowing his head, the Emir shouted while holding Rahma's hand.

“Bu!”

“May far Mir! Let go of mom's hand! I want to beat up this brash kid! He could've killed Beeve! That kind and innocent girl! Is Beeve still lacking for you! Huh!” Rahma snapped at her favorite child.

“No ma'am, seriously! Really Andri not intentionally ma'am, Andri also does not love that woman!” bright Andri cried while hugging his mother's legs.

The Emir, who had managed to remove the glass from his mother's hand, hurriedly stuffed it into his bag.

“No on purpose you said! Not in love either?! Huh! You're serious! Heh! You think your old mother is stupid? It has filled the stomach of people's children, can you still say not love and accidentally?! You're sane, no Ndri! This kid is really yes!” Rahma hit her son's head hard. Andri did not avoid his mother's blow, because he felt that he deserved it.

“Bu! Already ma'am, don't hit Andri's head again.” The Emir held both of his mother's hands.

“You again! Release him! You don't know this is a big deal? The pain he felt was not comparable to Beeve's, and what if his extended family knew? Where'd you put mom's face?! Erdogan must be very disappointed, you know Ndri! Erdogan is my brother! You're doing this is like breaking my fraternity rope with him! Bangsa*t you! How dare you tarnish the good name of this family! You destroyed my relationship with Erdogan! Shhsttt!!!” Rahma really wanted to finish the life of her eldest son, lucky Emir did not release Rahma's hand.

“Pardon Andri bu, Andri wrong!” Andri continued to cry in her seat while hugging Rahma, she who was always in love with Rahma Now got a tantrum.

“Emir! Call your dad right now! Get him home!”Rahma's Word.

“But mom don't hit Andri again yes.” said the Emir who still holds his mother's hands.

“Shut up! Do what you tell me!”

“Iya, I promise.” said Rahma while easing her emotions.

The Emir let go of his mother's hand and began to support his father.

“Lease! Don't hug! I'm disgusted at you!” pekik Rahma pushed Andri's body away from her.

But Andri did not want to hear the words of his mother, he continued to hug Rahma's feet.

“Bu, calm down a little, don't be noisy!” pinta Emir's.

📲 “Halo father,” Emir.

📲 “Halo, what is Mir?” Yudi.

📲 “Dad home now, mom misses,” Emir.

Rahma who feels Emir is not serious back on board.

“Go home now! Your son impregnated someone else's son! Whatever your job, leave!” Rahma's Word.

“Bu! It has been said calm,” said Emir.

📲 “Halo Mir, who are you impregnating?” Yudi.

📲 “Father just go home first, at home we talk about,” Emir.

📲 “Alright, dad's home now,” Yudi.

After the phone call had been cut off the Emir began to lecture his mother.

“Bu, don't do it dong, if your heart disease relapses how? Poor, what kind of mother? Can't really see the situation!”

“Shut up! You're the same as Andri!” screeched Rahma, then the Emir turned his lazy eye and started sitting on the sofa.

“Already Ndri, do not be like a sticky baby to the mother continue, after all everything has happened, you just love them compensation, compensation, exit 10 Billion must also be silent, yes bu?” emir.

“Hmm!” Rahma breathed a long breath.

“Betul, just like that Ndri, I don't want ya, because of your mistake, ruining the relationship of 2 families, hempas the woman as far as possible,” Rahma said.

Andri took off her arms from her mother.

“But ma'am, the problem is they don't want money.”

“What does it want? The asset? A home? Or what?” ask Rahma.

“They want Andri to marry their daughter,” Andri explained.

“What!” the Emir and Rahma said in unison, then the Emir and Rahma saw each other.

“You're kidding!” The Emir rose from his seat.

“I'm serious Mir!” andri answered wrongly.

“Can't! There can't be a second wedding!” The Emir strongly opposed the wishes of the Arinda family.

“Yes, mom agrees! No wedding, you understand!” Jerky Rahma.

“I also do not want.” said Andri.

“Good.” Rahma nodded her head.

“But if I don't marry him, then Arinda's biological child should be the victim of ma'am!”

“What!” once again, the Emir and Rahma were made in disbelief.

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