Forced to Marry a Disabled Girl

Real mother

"Revidently, you didn't go to Ri's college today?" asked Rara, who was ready this morning, about to leave for campus.

"No Ra, today I want to go somewhere, there's something I have to find out."

It looks like Rara sighed, then patted the girl softly before she actually left her.

Shortly after Rara's departure, the Princess also followed her to go to the place of someone who so respected her all this time.

by riding an ojek that always leaves in front of Rara's boarding houses.

"Bang, stop next to the martabak!" he said to the motorcycle taxi driver who brought him in now.

"ready neng!"

After paying the fare, the Princess rushed to a building where her father had been scavenging for his sustenance all this time.

Sighs a few times before he steps his foot into the building, standing for a while, until a soft greeting disperse his daydreams instantly.

"Daughter right?" ask someone with a face that looks sparkling.

"Eh?" reply Princess, while trying to remember the person in front of her.

"Sister Rezza?" tanyanya, which is no less sparkling.

"Yes, Rezza! still snot, right?"

"She is afraid, when she forgets, how are you? by the way, what's the big brother doing here?"

"Obviously" the man named Rezza glanced as he patted a map in his hand.

"Sister hurry up again, can not talk for long, enter no phone you dong, ntar brother context first ok!" he said, while giving his phone to the Princess.

Unable to refuse the request of the man he had considered his brother, the Princess took Rezza's cell phone, then shook his mobile number there, after which he returned it to Rezza's hands.

"Ok thanks beautiful, see you again" he said, who was embraced by the Princess.

After Rezza's departure, the Princess again sighed several times, to stabilize her feelings that raged back.

Stepping slowly, with one hand holding his chest that was increasingly thumping.

This is not the first time he came to the factory owned by his father, but this time it feels different, because he came after 7 months did not meet his father.

One thing that became a big question in the mind of the Princess, why the father never met or just visited her, when a few months he was still in a wheelchair all this time, or his father has completely given up the responsibility as a father or _

The princess tried to shake off whatever was now filling her mind about the father.

"Daughter's Miss?" greet the mothers who are working in the factory owned by his father.

The princess did not answer, but she smiled kindly, stepping a little quickly to reach her father's room.

Tok..

The daughter knocks on the door of the father's room carefully, hoping that he won't have to wait long to meet her.

"Lake in!" a statement from within made Princess Replex open the door handle immediately.

Arfan looked up at the door, when he realized that someone who entered his room did not speak a word, or approached him.

The deg!

Arfan's eyes seemed to almost jump out, when he realized who was now standing in front of him, his eyes examined the Princess from head to toe, to make sure that he did not see wrong.

"R-Rhymes?"

Not answering, the girl just looked at him with an unreadable look.

"W-you're home, you're cured?" asked Arfan in a slightly stammered voice.

"I'm sorry, son, I've been too busy all this time to the point that I forgot to see you."

The princess snorted softly, she knew that was not the real reason, she was well acquainted with the attitude of the father all along.

"Daughter here, want to ask something to father, and daughter hope you can answer her honestly."

"What's the matter, son?" arfan asked softly, as he felt a cold aura envelop his Princess face.

"Mother, where's the Princess' birth mother?"

The deg!

"What are you talking about, anyway,?"

"Here you are, Princess please no longer anyone in the cover Princess already know everything."

"Son?!" Arfan stepped closer to the Princess, but instead the girl was retreating backward.

"Until when you're going to lie, I'm an adult, and from the very beginning since I was a child, I should have found out who my real mother was, not sticking with Yani's mom who always didn't think I existed."

"Daughter, stop your nonsense, you have no right to vilify Yani, who has raised you all this time, giving you full affection."

"I was raised by a nanny, not by her! oh yes and don't forget I never got any affection from him."

Plakkkp...

One hard slap landed on the beautiful face of the Princess, making 5 fingers of the father printed clearly there.

The princess smiled bitterly, along with her tears that had slid freely, feeling the heat radiating throughout her face.

While Arfan was sculpting, looking at his trembling hands, he never once slapped his daughter in his life, until the corner of the girl's lips was torn, and bleeding.

"Why do you just shut up, let's do it again, let me get the perfect pain, without the least!" shouting Princess.

"Pardon Ri's father, father don't_"

"Ck, I'm telling you, you didn't mean that, did you,? The princess smiled wryly, "there's one thing you never knew all this time, I never got justice from anyone, Mom's father, even my husband you're all cruel!"

The deg!

Arfan looked at his daughter who looked scarred in it, and for the first time he saw her screaming in anger like now, something that Arfan knew was not her true nature at all.

Is it possible that the girl was telling the truth, letting out all her complaints, her mind was full of questions.

"Tell me where my mom is, yeah, I want to meet her, okay,?" continued the Princess in a tone full of plea.

"He wasn't expecting you, so what are you looking for, I won't allow it!"

"I don't care, he wants me or not, I just want to meet him, that's all, I beg you!" The princess on her knees held both of her father's legs.

"All right, wait a minute!" reply Arfan then, then step towards his desk taking something from inside the drawer.

Soon he returned with a picture in his hand, and gave it to the Princess.

"That's your real mother!" arfan said briefly, no longer saying anything he stepped out of his room, leaving the Princess who was still silent, standing looking at the photo in his hand.

A picture of a beautiful woman whose face is exactly the same as hers, holding a baby girl and touching the head of a boy standing next to her.

Not only that, behind the photo there is a name and address, which the Princess believes is the address of the mother.

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