Forced to Marry Manjaku Students

Chapter 2's

I asked you, how? Did you accept that match? Why is the story half-and-half?” hardik's mom because I'm back in silence.

Today I went back to meet Opa Jer, he asked me about my answer. I'm counting there hasn't been a week from the threshold of the agreement.

As soon as I got home from that meeting, I told Mom everything.

“Of course I refuse, Mom. But yes, that, Opa Jer is not happy. He asked me to return all the scholarships I received. He brought up the scholarship he'd been giving me all along. As far as I know many other students who get scholarships from the Hansya family,”, I said I took a banana on the dinner table. It was sweet, picked from the garden behind our house.

I continued to chew the banana to the end and put the peel in front of me on the table. Mother did not give any more comments, continuing to fold the newly taken cloth from the clothesline.

My emotions peak just by thinking about it. Why should I? Did the grandfather lack work by marrying his granddaughter to just anyone? He doesn't know my character or my nature. What if I turned out to be a bad guy?

***

At seven o'clock in the morning I was already sitting at the small dining table in the middle of the room that separated the front room and the kitchen. Know for yourself type 54 houses in the complex. There are only two one-room bathrooms with three sections of the room extending to the back. Living room, living room and kitchen. Portrait of minimalist housing that used to be able to get subsidies from the government.

On the table is my fried rice. I'm kind of an independent man since childhood, demanding circumstances. Not losing to girls. Can cook, purify, iron, anyway all the work of girls, deh.

My mother, who was selling at the morning market, had to leave at three in the morning, so inevitably, all the homework I handled myself.

However, since I was in college, I have not sold in the market anymore, because I get a full scholarship, I ask mom to sell next to home. We set up a small kiosk where the mother sells. If people say here, ‘Kedai garbage’, so called because in the stalls there are all kinds of needs sold.

“You're tidy? Once a morning?” ask Mom to observe me. Maybe he was pangling, only if he had a child this handsome.

I haven't told mom about my impromptu marriage to Aluna, being able to die standing mom. It made me unable to sleep for three days, since coming home from the tour, so of course I got out of the room too early, not even sleeping at all.

“Iya, Mom. There's something I have to do at school this morning,” I replied briefly.

The woman who gave birth to me was just a pussy. I am grateful to have a mother like her. A picture of a heartwarming mother, but also sometimes upset. He always tried to be the best parent, although sometimes managed to make me worry that the action has passed.

He's so simple. I forgot when I last saw her lips turn red. Wait, I remember back. Forgetting.

Suddenly I remembered my fate later to be married to the spoiled girl of a wealthy family. I imagined how the girl would later be able to live in this small house side by side with such a simple mother. Would she be ashamed to acknowledge mother-in-law as her father-in-law?

Yeah, I know, even if I'm willing to marry that spoiled girl, it's just a contract marriage. Not seriously. I just need to keep her a virgin until I graduate High School, and after that, Opa Jer will take care of our divorce. So, I shouldn't have considered it a marriage, but rather a job. Right, so the spoiled girl's bodyguard.

What about my marriage to Aluna? Can it really be ignored? Ah, I will ask people who have more religious knowledge.

“Pamit, Mom,” I said kiss the back of her hand. I saw him also rise from his seat, following my steps to the front door of the house.

I could only snort angrily, but could not also blame mother too much. Last night, before going to bed, I asked my mother why she supported the marriage.

“Mother is old, having children is just a puppet. If you're married, I'll be calm. Whenever I went to the Creator, I already knew what I would answer if asked by your father,”.

And again, I can only keep quiet hearing that. Oh yeah, of course I wouldn't say anything about the contract marriage. I don't want to, mother's hopes run aground for a while, withering before developing. So, I decided to keep a portion of my agreement with Opa Jer from my mother.

**

My steps stopped in front of the gate of the towering building. Looks majestic and shows a proud impression.

I took a deep breath and then went back. I don't know how many times I've done that in a few hours today.

Actually I was lazy to go back to this school, especially after what happened between me and Aluna. Although like the rich do not need to consider the marriage because it is just carrying out local village customs, still, I will be awkward to meet with Aluna.

However, back then I remembered Opa Jer's orders that I couldn't refuse.

For the sake of carrying out a secret mission, Opa Jer asked me to become a teacher at this elite school. That's right, this school belongs to Opa Jer, and this is where my future wife goes to school. How, yeah, looks?

I worked five days at this school. The second day of teaching, directly invited to darma tour, so have not had time to find out the class how granddaughter Opa Jer. Just the name I forgot to ask the old man.

At that time I only came to school, accepted this job, because Opa said, in addition to being able to be closer to guarding his grandson and monitoring the movements of the girl, because, I will also receive a salary if I teach there, and the salary is very good.

“You must be Mr. Arjuna Weda. Thank you for joining the teaching team at this school,” welcome Mr. Headmaster extended his hand to me at that time.

I stammered, only able to carve a smile on my lips. Stiff. Very fitting of my nickname. During college my friends even called me bangka, aka bang rigid. Maybe if it wasn't for my good-looking face - which is acknowledged by many girls - maybe Tania wouldn't want to be my boyfriend either.

Well, right, I remember Tania. I haven't spoken to him about the deal. It will be after school.

“Sama-sama, Sir. I am also happy to be accepted as a teacher at this school,” my answer is still stiff. I should have been able to display a friendlier impression, not this kind of cool ass. Really, I don't want to create the impression of a cool handsome guy, who is valued by many women, like a cold CEO in a novel, absolutely not!

“Let me introduce. This is Ms. Ratna, Ms. Mutia, Mr. Dito, Mr. Surya, Mr. Mahdi, Ms. Dina, and the youngest one, Iren's mother, she said,” he said pointing one by one the line of teachers who came to greet me.

They look friendly, maybe I will feel comfortable and at home working here.

“Alright, now I will take you to class XII IPA 1, this morning your schedule teaches there.”