Forced to Marry a High School Girl

Rafka's apology

Anggia had laid her body on the same bed she had with her husband Nattan over the past few nights.

Sleeping in the same bed without anything happening, like a couple in general.

How not! Nattan will enter the room when Anggia is asleep, and Nattan will wake up first when Anggia is still in a closed state.

It feels weird! but the truth is like that.

Pluck..

Anggia who was about to wear her socks was shocked with a lump of money a hundred thousand that Nattan gave, rather Nattan threw it on the mattress that is currently sitting on Anggia.

"That's your pocket money for the next two weeks, I'll give it again when these two weeks are over, is that enough? if not, you can tell me right away." said Nattan without turning his head, busy fixing the location of his tie that slightly strangled the neck.

Anggia did not answer, he only glanced at the money that he believed was not small, then he was about to get out of the room, before then his steps came back to a halt when one hand was held by Nattan.

"Why not taken? less?" ask her with a cynical tone.

"I've guessed, you're a smart girl using si_"

"I don't need money from Nattan mas." sidelines Anggia quickly, pull out Nattan's hand then step a little run out of the room with a sad feeling.

While in the same place, Nattan looked at the mattress where the money he threw was still lying intact.

Nattan went down the stairs, he saw Anggia smiling sweetly with her mother at the table eating, even the girl had finished her breakfast.

"How long Nat in his room, why! your wife's done here's her breakfast."

"Sorry ma."

"Yaudah hunt breakfast first gih, this abis you anter Anggia first school, anyway from now on you have to be a husband standby for your wife."

"Yes ma." Nattan nodded obediently, it was useless if it was against who would only provoke a commotion among them.

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"Nattan will not have to pick me up" Anggia said before exiting Nattan's car which stopped in front of the school gate.

"Why? you have an appointment outside of sama_"

"Who's the guy?"

"Take my name, how do I know! yes, if you want to meet your boyfriend, say."

"I want to help grandma sell again" said Anggia who made Nattan immediately speechless, until without realizing Anggia had moved away from her presence.

Not wanting to take a headache, he immediately reapplied his car to his company which was twenty minutes from Anggia school.

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Anggia entered the class with a relaxed pace, this is still too early, it is certain that Dita his best friend has not arrived at school, while waiting for him to come he will stop by the cafeteria for a while to drink warm tea, because earlier he did not have time to drink because of the arrival of Nattan which made his mood quickly deteriorate.

"Rully?" a soft voice that was certainly very familiar Anggia, made the girl immediately stop her steps, and turn towards the owner of the voice.

"Nggi, I miss!" said the young man who is none other than Rafka who has the status of his ex-girlfriend from a few days ago.

Anggia looked up, turning her face the other way.

"I'm sorry Nggi, can we be like before, I promise I won't make you sick like yesterday, ya Nggi please! give me a chance." her tone sounded begging.

"You can just as easily apologize Raf, after what you did to me, you don't know the impact of what happened back then." Anggia tried desperately to hold back her tears so as not to fall in front of Rafka.

"You, why aren't you? what's going on?"

"It doesn't matter anymore now, and I'm asking from now on don't bother me anymore, assume we never know."

"Well, is it just that much love for me nggi, until you don't want to forgive one of my mistakes, it's not fair for me to know not."

"I know you're still in love with me No, I know I've been the only guy you've ever felt comfortable with, right?"

Anggia confirmed in his heart, Rafka was the only guy who was able to make him comfortable and feel in love, but it was not the case since the guy decided to turn to another girl.

"I want to go to class."

"Rully?"

"Forget me, it's all done! and I'm sorry for you." said Anggia who then sauntered leaving Rafka alone in the still quiet canteen.

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"Today wasn't picked up,?" the Dita Goda are now both at the gate of their school.

"CK, no!"

"Keep Lo back in the air again?"

"Well, that's how it used to be my vehicle."

"Euhmz, What if today I anter Lo came home, I happened to be picked up by papa's driver here."

"No need to be Thanks, you don't have to bother my nganterin, I'm used to going home to Angkot."

"But that was Nggi, usually yesterday the Rafka who picked Lo up."

"Samely, again my grandmother's house is Deket too."

"But Nggi_"

"Well, it's okay, it's been awaited." Anggia pointed to a white car that he already knew was parked, across the street.

"Seriously Nggi Lo don't want to be with me."

"CK, it's Dita darling."

"Yaudah Lo be careful, yes, I go home first."

"Yes Dit, Lo be careful too."

After waving to Dita, Anggiaun walked to where the usual Angkot at that hour.

The distance from Anggia school to the grandmother's house was quite close, he only needed to travel for ten minutes, and now he had arrived in front of the alley where the grandmother was selling.

"Miss?" Anggia moved to embrace the grandmother with a happy twinkle, especially seeing the condition of the grandmother who now looks better than before.

"Lho nak Nattan didn't come here either?" asked Grandma Widuri, looking for the figure of Nattan behind Anggia that she never found.

"Mas Nattan works grandma."

"You've got her permission not yet if you want to come here, remember that now you have a husband, you can't go out without his permission."

"Yes Grandma, Anggi has permission."

"Oh yes, Anggi change clothes first yes, abis that help grandma."

"Yes son." - Grandma Widuri smiled happily, looking at the back of her grandson who slowly disappeared behind a small alley towards her house.

He felt grateful that Anggia was getting married sooner than he thought, and that made him a little calmer, if at any time he was called by the creator.

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