Forced to marry you

merciful

Santi went home to pick up a gio shirt, he took two large bags and filled them with gio clothes.

He had decided to go home to his parents, he was not comfortable to continue in the house of both parents.

" Have you not come home yet?" santi asked to see that the clock had shown nine o'clock in the evening.

" You are now home at night ma'am." replied the housekeeper who had worked with them for a long time, about forty years old.

" Didn't mom come home?" ask the assistant,

" i'm going to file for divorce, mom, so maybe this is the last time I'm here." replied Santi,

" Don't ma..??" the assistant held Santi's hand,

" you think you think again ma'am..??"

Santi was silent for a moment,

" why should I think again ma'am? I know exactly what's going on in this house,"

" pity mom? Poor old man..??"

the assistant's eyes were glassy.

This of course made Santi wonder, though,

" pity means??"

" the father came home drunk several times, every time the father looked for mother and mas Gio..

not infrequently you get angry, yell yourself, and after crying??"

hearing that, Santi was stunned.

Husband, crying? that feels impossible, thought Santu.

" mom heard wrong maybe?" santi said in disbelief,

" So ma'am, you cried, even after you woke up to the next day, you ever cried in the middle of breakfast..

I don't know what you're thinking, I don't know either, but as a woman, I feel that you've lost your mother very much." explained the assistant.

" Maybe you are indifferent mom, look fierce and do not love his family, he said,

but, uh,

since mom and Gio left, anyway,

I saw the other side of my father..

the man who missed his wife's son,

an emotional and helpless father..?"

Santi again silent, she was very hesitant with the words of her assistant, because the figure of her husband whom she had known so far was not like that, even last time with the fact she had Santi take care of her own divorce.

" Did he never bring a woman home as long as I wasn't around?" ask Rani,

hearing that Santi could only sigh,

" don't go, ma'am? Poor dad..?" please the assistant again, making Santi unable to say anything.

After packing her gio clothes, Santi lifted the two large bags alternately out, he wanted to put the bag into the car he borrowed from his in-laws, but only arrived in the living room,

" What did you take?" a clatter of bells came in through the door.

The shocked Santi of course retreated, though,

" Ba Gio's clothes," replied Santi fearfully,

Because there is a strong smell of alcohol.

" Want you pack that shirt?" asked the clapper with a calm voice and look, despite drinking alcohol, apparently he was still conscious and could stand upright.

" Let me take it, we'll go back to my parents' house" replied Santi.

Hearing that Genta fell silent, saying nothing, but he came closer, then picked up the two bags and threw them on the floor.

" It's enough of your rebellion." he said with my eyes.

" That's enough, come back home." he kept coming, he kept coming,

" I can't stand it, enough is enough. You've tortured me by leaving this house.." The half-drunken bell suddenly knelt on the floor, hugging Santi's legs.

" Don't leave me santi.. Don't you leave me??" voice of raucous clappers, voice,

" i was selfish all along, I was selfish...

please, take gio home, bring gio home, you guys don't go anywhere else??" Santi gasped, the man who had been her husband she had never seen her tears, was crying.

Genta was crying and begging him,

Santi even froze, shocked and confused, that was what he felt now.

" You.. You are drunk" said Santi trying to escape from the clapper,

" no, I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk." replied Genta shook his head slowly.

" you're like this only because you're affected by booze, later if you realize you're going to regret and take back all your words.."

" not santi. no.. I love you santi.. Ilove you.. I'm sorry for being so outrageous all this time,

I promise I'll be more mature,

I promise I won't play again..

I promise I'll be more responsible..

please just..

throw away your mind to divorce me?

I'm asking for mercy..I'm asking for mercy on you??" please keep holding onto Santi's leg.