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Chapter 8. A Talk in the Park

In the morning I want to get out of this room. I'm healthy, but I don't know why the doctor wouldn't let me go home. Today Anida came, she's my friend who is still alive today.

"An, I'm going to the park." I said as I got up from my bedside position, lowered my chair, and headed for the wheelchair. Anida, who was sitting on the sofa and was arranging fruits, approached and helped me.

"To which garden?"

"That's downstairs, it looks fresh. I'm bored here."

Anida grabbed me until I sat in my wheelchair.

"You still need rest, Pravita. Why do you want to rise?"

"An, if I continue to be panjain that there is not healthy-healthy dong."

Door opens. Not because Anida or I opened it, but she. "Where are you going?"

"Hm, um... Pravita, he's asking for the park." Anida replied, while I was lazy.

"Come, An. Take me there."

"can't. Back." I even got a ban from this guy.

Now my chair is spinning, back to where it was. "Why am I forbidden to go?"

"You're not well yet, beyond that much dust there's a lot of sand and cement flying in the building next door."

I don't care, turn my wheelchair around and head for the door.

"Stop, Pravita." Again he held my chair until he couldn't move.

"I want to go to the park, why is it forbidden?" My protest, while removing his hand from the handle of my wheelchair.

"Pravita, right outside there's a lot of dust. There's a renovation downstairs." Anida supports.

"But I'm going to the park, when can't I, An?"

"Yes, but wear this mask." This old bitch put a mask on my face, and then she pushed my chair out of this room.

Although true, it turns out not all the garden is fresh.  The ground was arid and there was a lot of dust flying. "Where do you want to go back to your room?" She asked.

"No,"

"Hahaha, he's stubborn huh?" Anida why? He even laughed at me.

"Pravita, I'm going to the toilet for a second, okay?"

"Okay, don't be long."

It's just me and this guy here. He pushed me under the tree and there was a long chair there. Sit over.

Seeing her ring finger tucked in the same ring I've ever worn, I asked, "when are we getting divorced?"

"Why rush to divorce?" Her answer that made me squint, looking at her cynically.

"What did you get after we got divorced?" The impact by asking.

"Of course a lot, I could get married again. Obviously with the person I love."

"Will it be like that?"

Don't know yet, but it's much better if you're not alone with you.

"With that man named Andrew?" How could he know? And Andrew just doesn't seem to know that I like him a little. Maybe just guess.

SOF KNOW!

"No, who is he?" I turned my face away.

"How can't you tell, he's my professional friend." The answer.

"It's none of your business! Quickly answer, when are we getting divorced?"

"Not going to."

"What!" I'm short-lived.

"Why not?" My frown scrunched up all the muscles of my face.

He raised his eyebrows, as if there was a certain happiness for him, "i love seeing you suffer. By living with me, you will be seen to suffer." Say it with a grin.

"Lunatics."

"Alright, I'll sue him myself back from here." My speech.

"That's why I ordered the doctor to not let you go home."

"Nonsense, why are you begrituating me huh?"

Bugh bugh, I beat his arm.

"Because you're going to act crazy,."

"Eat him, if you don't want to be gla. I'm asking to split up soon."

"Let me tell you. I'm the first heir to my father's company."

"Information is not important. What does that have to do with me? I'm not interested in your family's legacy."

"That's not the problem. The problem is in me." His word.

"Obviously that's your problem. Why impact on me? Why did you take me? I don't want to interfere in your business." I folded both my hands.

"You have to come, because it's your family."

I frowned, frowned, knitting my brows. "why is there my family in your family business? You made my family a tool, huh?"

"What tools"

"I'm guessing there must be some interest behind this marriage."

"Yes, definitely."

He changed his expression as the old woman walked over to us. "Mother?" His whisper.

"Mother? Your mom?"

I vaguely remember the owner of that face. Yeah, I remember that woman. She's with her charisma that hasn't changed in the past, the last time I saw her was in High School, before I moved in.

"Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?" The mother and son asked each other at the same time.

"Oh, yes, Pravita wants out." Answer the child to the mother.

There was no answer whatsoever from her mother, she just smiled faintly at me at a glance.

"Alright, mom has an interest inside. Stay with ya." Said the woman. The man kissed his mother's hand with courtesy. Do I have to do the same?

Just now this right hand was about to be raised to ask for her greeting, but the woman left without seeing me a second time. I stared at his disappearance which was escorted by several men who walked behind him.

After his departure, I felt strange with his attitude. Strange is not just ordinary strange, but strange if he still remembers the past when I accidentally hurt his son.

"Come, we'll go back to your room."

"That's your mom? Does he not know that I am?" Why do I feel like I'm not considered, even though I don't want this relationship?

"Know, maybe." His saute.

Can't be what? Like knowing what I'm asking.

"Tomorrow we go home, to my house."

"What's? I don't want to."

"No rejection, Pravita."

"Why is my life filled with the imposition of the will of God!"