Married Bad Boy

Weddings

"Now, Azri will be married."

The atmosphere was silent for a moment, everyone showed a dumbfounded look especially Azri. What other absurd thing is this? Have you finally lost your mind, Old Man? Shouts in the heart. He looked at his father full of anger, not expecting the old man to actually throw a bomb right in front of his face.

Meanwhile, the rest of the family showed happy reactions and amazement.

"really that? Just incredible! That's very exciting news! Congratulations Azri!" aunt Swari exclaimed with sparkling eyes.

"I can finally see my granddaughter getting married too. Who's the girl who's gonna be his wife?" ask Grandpa Pradipta to be happy with his son.

"He is one of the employees at Pradipta Group. A very nice girl, deft, and smart. I love the way he talks, behaves and works. He was such a valuable asset to the Pradipta Group that I decided to make him the son-in-law of this house."

"Why then isn't Dad the only one to marry her?" chirp Azri with a bad tone.

Mahendra glared sharply and glared at his only puppet son.

"It's a pity that your father still loves your late mother."

Azri snorted, annoyed at not being able to retaliate. He clenched his hand tightly. I really want to punch something. What does all this mean?

"Whoever he is, if you think it is good, this family is happy to welcome him" said the grandfather.

"Happy what? Isn't the idea of a family-drafted wedding outdated?"

"That's not true. Parents choosing a partner for their son or daughter is a tradition of the Pradipta family. Your father just married the woman chosen by me. I'm sure the girl your father chose is the best for you, you'll be happy."

Azri did not answer because his head was now filled with thoughts of blowing up this house as a form of anger. His emotions further exploded as he vaguely watched his father grin with satisfaction.

Goddamnit!

During the dinner, Azri did not enjoy the food much even though everyone ate voraciously and eagerly discussed the preparations for her wedding.

Why doesn't anyone ask her if she agrees or not? Everything acted as if he was a puppet who had no power to express his opinion. He was angry because his opinion was ignored.

Always like this. Azri was nothing more than a wooden doll arranged by the long hands of his father and grandfather. That's why he rebelled, he vented his anger by doing everything that his father hated. If his mother were still around maybe things wouldn't be this bad.

What nonsense now? A wedding? Apparently his father is still not satisfied also manage his life. That's definitely the most powerful way to control it. Whoever the girl of his father's choice would definitely be the old man's puppet.

***

"I never agreed to marry any woman you chose!" azri shouted after the meal was over.

Now he met face-to-face in Mahendra El Pradipta's study and the man he called Father sat quietly behind the table.

Azri held his fist so as not to punch anything nearby. His chest rumbled violently and his eyes stared intently at his father. He took a deep breath and exhaled while suppressing the strong emotions in the chest.

"Until when are you gonna set me up like this?" the question is sharp and deep.

"Until you can act like an adult and stop acting like a teenager who can change his world by behaving inappropriately" replied the father briefly, densely and straightforwardly. It was obvious that his son was arguing.

"I'm like this because of you!" geram Azri's.

"No, you're like now because you're mad at yourself. You can't do anything for this family because that's why you're angry, right? I've been dizzy hearing so many complaints about your unruly behavior. You are a member of the Pradipta family. Act as your status."

You didn't even look at me at all when you talked to me. Could be acting pretty caring.

Azri this time really wanted to punch something. His father had trampled on his pride and could he have said that Azri was wrong for the situation? It's unforgivable.

"I'll never agree with your idea of marriage!" azri was cold for the last time. He was tired of facing his father. He turned his body and walked away. Being in that room for a long time could make him strangle his own neck.

"You'll take it!"

Azri's steps stopped. He looked at her with a cold look.

"Why should I accept it? Don't think I'll be part of all your scenarios."

"You should. Because if you don't, you'll lose most of your inheritance.“

What the fuck?

Azri widened her eyes in surprise. So this is the ace his father used to make him mute? He really did not expect that man would use the inheritance to restrain him from his decision as well. "You're threatening me with an inheritance? That's sneaky."

"There's nothing wrong with being sneaky as long as it can make you obey."

Azri closed his eyes. Damnit. Damnit. Damnit.

Mahendra smiled triumphantly after seeing his son's expression now. It is clear who won this debate. Azri would never dwell if he had said all the things concerning the inheritance. His son would never be poor. Since childhood he was raised with many luxurious objects as if they were just ordinary toys. He was no one without the Pradipta Group behind him.

"How's it?" the question is full of mystery.

Azri growled, this time he could have lost, but now do not think just by tying his feet with marriage, he will be tame. No, he will continue to rebel. In fact, he will bring the girl his father chose to suffer with him in a restraint called marriage.

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