Forced to Marry Manjaku Students

Chapter 11's

Aluna locked herself in her room for two days, unwilling to eat. When the mother invited her to eat, her mouth locked, only a cry was heard.

If I say, it could be the feelings of teenagers who are breaking up. At this time Aluna's heart must be disappointed, she has been martial to stop from here, hoping her boyfriend will want to take her away, give her a place to live, in fact? Digo even asked for it back. They quarreled and the man left Aluna where I found her crying.

As soon as we entered the grounds of the house, the mother who seemed to be waiting at the door, ran to welcome our arrival.

Mom's smile looked bright, giving me a look of gratitude. "Mom knows you're not a bad person, must be worried about Aluna's state," her great-grandson when Aluna was in the bathroom.

Either because of mom's nagging, or because I was worried about the girl's state, I drove my bike towards Digo's gathering area, because I've been to that place, so there's no need to fumble anymore.

"Jun, call your wife, take a meal," mother pinta. Wife? Why does hearing it feel tingly in the ear. It should be if she was my wife, not intend to run away with other men.

"June! You hear what I'm talking about?"

"Listen, Mom. Let alone. If you don't want to eat, it means you're not hungry. I'm hungry, Mom, we'll eat first."

I just look with a sharp look while shaking. Feeling unresponsive, Mom scoops the rice onto her plate, leaning her back against the back of the chair. Just keep staring at me devouring my dinner. She lost, and she left me alone.

I'm lyrically on my room door. My annoyance at the girl is getting thickened. Because of his behavior, he has damaged the good relationship between mother and child.

But again, I am a gentle-hearted man. In order not to see my mother sad, I humbled myself to meet Aluna.

Geck... Geck... Geck...

Just a formality, without being invited in, I was already in my own room as well. The woman was still late in her crying. Sometimes I think, is it possible that the girl has a lot of tear stock?

I purposely placed the plate on the table beside the bed, asking for his attention, because he cried, he did not even realize that I was there.

"Would you come in? You want a cave, huh?" the hardship stared at me furiously.

I was still silent, standing upright in my place with my hands folded in my chest.

"You should eat. That's what I brought."

"No! Take it there!"

If only this were my sister, I would have been a bitch. It could be, anyway, heartbroken or angry with a boyfriend, but yes, not torturing yourself is also like gini. Tania and I had a fight, too, but I'm sure my girl didn't snack until she didn't eat like this little boy.

"Gapain you're still there? Go, sana!"

"God! This is my room, my house. You're the one hitchhiking, you shouldn't be fussing around as good as you are!"

My silence all along broke. This child really must be educated in order to appreciate others.

Evidently, my tone was high, making him speechless, staring at me with those tired-looking red eyeballs. He was silent too.

At that moment, I realized that the girl sometimes had to be affirmed, in order to understand that every human being, had to respect each other.

He continued to observe my hand holding the spoon, and after filling the full spoon with rice, vegetables, and fish, I thrust forward.

"No way!"

"Eat. Let you have the power to cry again. Pretending to be strong and happy it needs energy."

He was silent, not budging in the slightest response to my words. "The cave doesn't wipe..."

The sentence hung in the air, decapitated by a sound emanating from his stomach that explained his current state.

"Open your mouth!"

Embarrassed, and with a reddish face Aluna finally opened her mouth, accepting my bribe.

The first bribe was well received, then the second bribe, and so on so there was no shame, even now it seemed impatient waiting for the next bribe.

I smile, but try not to be seen. Do not let this spoiled girl crave again, feel ridiculed until she returns to the initial mode, which is hunger strike.

At the end of the meal it was ludes, and at the last mouthful, we exchanged glances, but in a hurry Aluna threw away her face.

"Nake?" I asked to wait for his reaction as well as the answer, but of course it was impossible. However, his silence I consider a sign of agreeing with my speech.

"Once you say thank you to Mom, she cooks this for you, so you'll eat. I, whose only biological child, dare not trouble him this much."

I came out without waiting for an answer. Perhaps the remark sipped into the recesses of his heart, or perhaps he ignored it as usual, entering the right ear out the left ear.

Soon I returned, bringing him a glass of warm water which he received this time without any long debate.

Before I go out, I give him a little encouragement, whether he wants to hear it or not.

"As a woman, you should have self-respect, keep yourself in order that others appreciate and not underestimate you. In dating, quarrels are common, just focus on yourself, your school and your future. If he really loves you, he'll regret hurting your heart, and go back to looking for you. I hope you change, think grown up, not because of your anger at Opa and also resentment at this marriage you don't want to go to school anymore. Everything can be discussed. If you can prove to Opa Jer that you can finish your school well and on time, I'm sure whatever your request to Opa, will be granted, not least ending this marriage!"

Aluna seemed to gasp at my long, wide speech. He kept quiet, looked at me briefly, then returned to face wasting, saving his Himalayan ego and self-esteem.

I came out of the room after picking up the holster from the closet. My mother was waiting for me outside the room. Without saying anything, just rubbing my back, but I know what a swab plus a proud smile means.

"Pamit first, ma'am," said I, who was also a little embarrassed.

Mother just nodded. I stepped out of the house, feeling the cold air piercing my bones which I had already wrapped by the thick jacket. Tonight, it was my turn to patrol our housing complex.

Like my mother, I also felt relief in my chest. My last sentence was school became the motivation for Aluna to get up and organize her life again. If he graduated with satisfactory grades, Opa Jer would be proud. About divorce, as long as you pass High School, it must happen.

Thinking about my status as a widower, I could only grimace, as it reminded me that Tania would arrive next Monday, and I had to prepare a long and complete explanation, and hope that Tania could understand.