Like Marrying a Boy

SMB 11S

Kening Agnes shriveled while on her way home, the car Gatra was driving did not drive towards Margaretha's house. Very different direction. When Agnes asked Gatra, the man simply replied with a long deheman. It made Agnes suspicious and worried that the man would kidnap her.

"If you don't answer where we're going then I'll scream that you're a kidnapper." Agnes threatened. However, Gatra simply glanced over without opening his voice. Adding to Agnes' frustration to the man.

"To—" Shouted Agnes stifled upon hearing her phone ring. The girl immediately picked up a flat object from inside the small bag and immediately received Margaretha's call.

Agnes' rough snort was heard breaking the silence in the car. The look on her face was lazy and even the girl put her phone back into the bag in a slightly rude motion to distract Gatra.

"Why?" ask Gatra. Refocused on the steering wheel when Agnes had already turned her head towards him.

"No papa." Agnes leaned back and stared out the window.

"Say, if a woman says no papa, it means nothing. Didn't we?"

"Who said?" sela Agnes half ketus.

"Say people. That's the language of women. Behind the short words spoken, men should be able to translate them."

Hearing Gatra's words, Agnes could only sigh deeply. It was as if issuing a heavy burden that felt squeezing. "I'm just sad. Etha has now changed to me."

"Changed? Is she now a cruel step-sister to you?" ask Gatra.

Agnes shook her head quickly. "No. I feel like this morning Etha has always been indifferent to me. I didn't eat breakfast, I said I was going home for the night, he just said 'alright. He would usually be very chatty."

"Maybe, Margaretha's mood is not fine. Sometimes even most people are like that. When there is a problem or his heart is not okay then he will be indifferent to others," said Gatra.

"Yes, anyway. But I feel sad." Agnes was anxious to cry, but she was ashamed and did not want to be labeled as a whiny child.

"Don't cry, you're not an Elementary School kid who just cries because of trivial problems."

Uh! Kebablasan.

The gatra's rarity sounded hardened. "Actually, it's not just your face that looks like an SD child, but your behavior as well. If I'm facing you, I feel like I'm facing my son."

"God, why are you talking like that. Then you are very old because you have children who are in elementary school" said Agnes.

Gatra just sighed*hkan breath into the air roughly. Really, this girl is very smart to answer the words of others.

Agnes' eyebrows intertwine when the car driven by Gatra stops at a luxury hotel. Instantly Agnes's gaze looked at Gatra suspiciously. However, Gatra still looked very relaxed.

"Why did you take me to the hotel? Don't tell me you're gonna rape me" Agnes said. Holding his shirt tight.

Gatra did not answer just telling the girl to come down immediately. However, Agnes was unwilling and remained adamant about sitting in her place. 

"Take me off! Help me!" Agnes beat Gatra on the back because the man was already carrying him like a bag of rice. 

Gatra did not care, still stepped wide into the hotel even though many pairs of eyes were fixed on him. No one dared to forbid or hold Gatra's steps because previously Pandu's men were standing guard there. 

"Down me! Don't rape me. Please just. If you want to rape me, this is not the way. I'd rather give up when you're struggling than be forced into my physical and mental pain." 

Gatra's steps stopped when he heard Agnes' words that were so inconsequential. 

"God. What did you say, Nes? You're gonna give up when you get raped by Mas Gatra!" 

Both of Agnes's eyes widened perfectly when she heard Margaretha's voice that was very familiar to her. He immediately went down and turned around. How surprised Agnes is because she is now in a ballroom that has been decorated in such a way. 

"I-What's this show?"