Forced to Marry Stepbrother

17. Unexpected

POV CANA

After being adopted by Aunt Ratna—, the one who saved me and her foster mother Dien, she asked me to go back to college.

As time went on, I really busied myself with college and focused more on my hijrah.

Alhamdullilah, now I have learned to close the aurat, have been able to read the Quran smoothly, even I have begun to try to memorize short verses.

I never left the prayer again. Sometimes I also start learning fasting to practice patience and of course to suppress orgasm.

My life is really peaceful now. For a long time I have never lived in this calm and I pray that in the future, this calmness will be able to continue to feel.

“Na..., Mom is out for a minute huh, honey. Want to market.”

Suddenly I turned to look at Mother who suddenly came to me who had been busy watching a lecture on one of the TV stations. Today is Sunday. That's why I can relax ria—tak go to campus.

“Do you want me to accompany you, Mom? I also spare.”

I saw Mom shaking.

“Not done. You're at home. Mother to her market not long.”

I nodded and threw a smile at him.

“Mother be careful, yes,” my word is sincere.

“Iya. I'll go first, baby. Don't forget breakfast, I've prepared at the dinner table. Wake up your brother and father. Their habit is always sleeping again.”

“Ready, Mom,” I said firmly while raising my hands like a respectful person.

I can only smile amusedly at my behavior and after that he passed until his body was not seen again.

A few minutes after Mom's departure, the television broadcast I was watching ended. I turned it off and decided to wake Father and Dien, just like Mom had said.

“Where's your mom, Na?”

“Ba-father?” I said a little surprised because I was completely unaware of his presence.

“Mother was in the market,” I replied in a hurry.

Honestly, I haven't talked to my dad very often because he's not home. He is usually busy with his work.

I myself wonder why this morning he did not go to work because usually early in the morning he has departed, including even on Sundays.

“Where is it?” tanyanya back.

“Still sleeping like, sir because you asked me to wake him.”

“Wake it later only. Poor your brother. I want breakfast. Can you prepare?”

I nodded and immediately walked towards the dining room. Slowly but surely I served food that Mom had cooked before.

If anyone is curious about how I'm related to Dien now? Yes, you are just a stranger who knows each other's names. Not more. Or maybe to be honest, Dien hates me now.

Think of me as a lowly woman who betrayed him.

Maybe because I'm used to it, I feel mediocre. My life now is fine too. This is not a problem. If Dien had forgotten me completely.

Yeah, not papa. Anyway, I can't do anything.

“Please, Sir!”

I thrust food towards the Father who was sitting at the table.

“You yourself do not have breakfast, Na?”

“I'll be there, sir,” I said quickly then meant to go.

“Eat, Na. Friend Father!”

I was about to refuse to return, but Father had already offered me the food he had just prepared.

“This, eat!”

Finally, I want to sit back in the chair in front of him. Enjoying the cuisine of the Mother who never failed.

“How about your lecture, Na is it smooth?”

You opened the conversation after a while ago there was no chat.

“Alhamdulillah, Sir. College is smooth,” reply me as soon as possible.

“Good. If there's a problem just say the same Father, Na. Although busy, you will always take the time to hear all your complaints.”

“I'm done, sir. Excuse me first,” I said while bringing my used plate to the kitchen. I intend to wash it.

“Na...,” said the Father in a hoarse-sounding voice.

I stopped my steps and looked towards him.

“Iya, Sir. What's up?”

“Can you get your clothes in the room because it looks like Father's clothes are affected by vegetable sauce. I still haven't finished eating. That's why you can't take it.”

I didn't want to because I felt bad about having to go into Mom and Dad's room. During my stay here, I've never been in there.

“Ma-af, Sir. Not that I don't want to get it, but I don't dare to go in. It doesn't deserve that, sir. Scared sassy.”

“No papa, Na. I believe in you. This time, I asked for help. You have no pity on Father? I've started to get cold.”

With feelings that are still unknown, I finally obeyed your willingness to take a change of clothes for him.

“Assalamualaikum,” I said after opening the door of the room Mother and Father.

After entering, I immediately approached the closet that was meant by the Father and took clothes for him.

I picked up a shirt like the one you were wearing. I set my foot back towards the door after not forgetting to close the closet.

“Yes Allah, Mr...!” I was surprised that suddenly my father was standing at the door of his room.

“This is his shirt, sir. I already got it. So, if you'll excuse me,” said goodbye while trying to get out of her room.

However, instead of going out, I could not move my legs because suddenly my hand had been held.

“Don't go, Na. Accompany you first here,” he said while pulling me into his arms.

“Astagfirullah, Sir. What did Father do? Release, Sir!”

I desperately pushed her body and tried to break away from her embrace.

“Bapak has been waiting for this for a long time, Na. You are too beautiful to leave it alone. I want you.”

“Pak istigfar, Sir. What you did was wrong. Sir, off! I don't want God to be angry anymore. I beg! Release!”

I stepped on his feet as hard as I could. I bit her shoulder too tightly. And alhamdulillah. Hugs off. I turned to the door and tried to open it repeatedly. But really, really, darling. Door's locked.

“Please..., help me.., Mother..., Dien..., please..!”.

I didn't run out of ideas, so I screamed as loud as I could for someone to hear me and save me.

“Akh..., sir sa-sick..” I groaned as I felt my veil being forcibly pulled from behind.

Srek...

My eyes bought after hearing the sound of the tear. And sure enough, my veil was torn and my hair is now clearly visible.

“Your hair is very fine, Na,” he said as he stroked my hair.

“Pak freelance! Don't do this!” my protest while continuing to try to free myself.

“Please..!”

I screamed back too. I still wish someone would come to help me.

“No one will come to your aid, Na. Because today you have to accompany Father.”

After saying those disgusting-sounding words, I could feel myself drifting. Yeah, you got me a bag of rice sacks.

The immoral middle-aged man threw me in the bed and rudely cursed me.

“Pak, Sir. What you did was wrong. I beg you, freelance!”

I have tried to resist, exerting all my strength, but my strength is not worth it. My hands were tied with the shirt I had put on the head of the bed. As a result, I cannot rebel much.

“According to, Na, then you will be gentle.”

Clear crystals instantly slid from my eyes after I saw the bastard begin to lower his face closer to mine.

‘Yes Allah, sorry. Again the servant back makes you angry.’

Brak..., brak...

“Mr? Kana?”

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