Forced to Marry a Disabled Girl

Merlinda Yuanita's

"What other games are you planning, dear Mr. Ben Alberto, you don't get bored with everything you do to me" said the Princess coldly, which makes Ben smitten with his mouth tightly gritted.

He does not like his girl to call him you, especially Master, who for him seems very foreign and formal, he prefers if the Princess calls him sister as before.

"The choice is in your hands, Valencia Flora Putri." said Ben with a sly smile.

"I think you're out of your mind, sir."

Ben chuckled, "You're right, I'm out of my mind, and you know who caused it?"

Ben's laughter came to a halt, leaning face toward the Princess, "It's all because of you, you who've made me into someone who's lost my mind."

"Sorry mas, the order." said a young man, who works at the cottage satay pak Cipto, put 3 servings of satay in front of him.

"Yes!" answer Ben flat.

"Eat!" Ben poured a portion of satay in front of the Princess, then he devoured his own satay greedily, while the Princess gulped with difficulty when she saw her husband spent 2 portions of the satellite in just a few minutes.

"Why?" ben asked with a frown, when he realized his wife did not touch the food at all.

The Princess' reflex shook her head, then took one skewer from the top of the plate without taking her eyes off Ben who started to devour the remaining 2 skewers.

Ben sipped a glass of warm tea up to the toilet, then glanced at the Princess who was looking at him with a confused look.

"Why did you first see someone eating so much?" ben said, guessing what the wife was thinking.

The princess shook her head, "N-no!"

"You know since yesterday I haven't even had time to eat." she said, looking at the Princess's face, which didn't seem to react at all.

"You're not worried, your husband isn't eating?" he continued, which made the Princess even more confused.

Ben sighed, "Alright, forget it!" he continued, when the Princess was seen not responding to him, then moved to invite him to go home.

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Arriving in front of the house, the Princess looked pensively at the two-story luxury house, not expecting if in the end she would return to the house.

And now she feels like a silly woman who has no self-esteem, because she willingly returns there again, just because of a threat posed by Ben.

The princess can be selfish, stay in her shoes, leave Ben, leave everything, and find a new life out there.

However, Ben's threat can not be underestimated, especially those who will be his victims are his own friends.

"Let's go in!" ben's heavy voice blew his daydream.

Without saying anything, the Princess stepped in first.

"Wand in this room, I'll take a bath in the next room" he said after picking up a towel and a set of his clothes.

The princess gave a small nod, then passed entering the bathroom.

When the Princess came out of the bathroom, Ben was back in his room, sitting on the side of the bed to treat his face that still looked bluish bruised.

Without saying anything, the Princess snatched the ointment from Ben's hand, then helped him smear the entire bruised wound on his face.

While Ben, he did not take his eyes off the beautiful face that is now right in front of him.

Why do I just realize, if she's really beautiful.

"Wait!" Ben held the hand of the Princess who was about to stand and kept the medicine box he had taken from the drawer.

Not answering, but the girl turned to look at him, as if waiting for what Ben was about to say.

"Thank you!" he said then, but that was not the real sentence he wanted to say.

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In a different place, middle-aged women who are more often greeted Nita are sobbing looking at a photo that is now in his grasp.

No one knows, that for a dozen years he suffered so much to bear the burden of living alone.

When the house is quiet, or his son is not there, he will cry alone while hugging and kissing the photo to feel satisfied.

"Wrong if mom still hopes son!" mumbled wailing.

with a force that gets stronger.

"Mom should have forgotten, with all the things that happened during these 17 years, but mama's wrong son, mama can't forget you, and maybe until the lifetime of mama, mama, I will never forget."

"You know, son, until this moment you're still waiting, waiting for you to go back into your arms, we, you, your sister and mama to be together again."

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"This time you're back, Za,!" arfan said with sparkling eyes that were so happy with the presence of Rezza son of his best friend.

"Udah is fine Om, after all Om knows myself I am not so at home in Bandung, it is common to live in Jakarta maybe."

"That's what it looks like, then how did Za come about, then,?" Arfan closed his laptop, and focused his gaze on Rezza who was now sitting in front of him.

"Beres Om, Mr. Bagya agreed with that price, and he said the money will be transferred this afternoon, or at the latest tomorrow afternoon."

"really?"

"Om sure," Rezza replied convincingly.

"You're really great, Om very grateful for this."

"Ah Om could, oh yes Om may I ask something, but before I apologize because maybe the thing I asked is very personal to Om."

"Ask me."

"Euhmz." Rezza seemed to weigh up the sentence as worthy of what he wanted to say to start it.

"What do you want to ask Za?" arfan continued when Rezza did not speak.

"Eumz, is it true that Princess is not Om's son from Aunt Yani?" rezza asked in a slightly nervous tone, worried that his words would offend Arfan.

It looks Arfan sighed, then leaned his body on the back of a chair.

"You know something Za?" he turned towards Rezza who looked serious looking at him.

"Yesterday I had taken the Princess to an address in the Bandung area to look for someone named Merlinda Yuanita, and the Princess told me that the woman was her real mother, is it true so Om?"

"True Za," replied Arfan while massaging his forehead.

"I had absolutely no intention of telling Princess Za this truth, but it turned out that Princess already knew first, maybe I've heard when Yani and I were talking that happened to be talking about him, I'm the careless Za."

"I think it's good so Om, the Princess deserves to know who her birth mother is."

"But I don't think the Princess will find Linda Za, because I heard she's moved house, right?"

"Kok Om can tell?" exclaim Rezza with furrowed eyebrows.

"I have an old best friend there, and I certainly know very well who Linda is."

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