Marry my Raise Brother
Chapter 17
Erka dumbfounded. The man was at a loss for words hearing the information his mommy shared. It felt like refusing to believe it, but sentence after sentence strung clear and it was completely real coming out of Veronica's lips.
The words that may be for some people become a messenger of happiness, but like the second war drum for him after previously had been scattered with the presence of Rarendra.
“Badness!” Erka sat in, holding anger in her heart. Close up feeling upset and disappointed.
He had hoped Ersa would help to scuttle Hutomo's plan. The truth is that it does not happen like hope. Her younger brother instead made a bigger mess with a blatant proposal.
“What's not too early to decide Ayleen's wedding, Mom. She's the only girl. College has only been in recent months ..”
“Mommy knows.” Veronica cut.
Erka's jealousy was read by her. Of course Veronica could see all, both Erka and Ersa were born from her womb, sharing her breath and nine months of life in the womb.
Coming from the same seed and womb, the woman was past half a century until she could not believe that her two sons also had interest and love for the same person, namely Ayleen Hutomo Putri. The little girl who was adopted since she was a red baby because she was destined to be an orphan right when she was present in the world.
“I refused because I thought about Ayleen's future. I know .... being with me will only make him lose his future and dreams.”
“Not because I don't love him?” guess Veronica. His belief in the feelings of the firstborn grew.
Erka shook her head unconsciously.
“Ka, you love Ayleen?”
Veronica raised a more directed question. He wanted to make sure for himself what he had suspected so far had not missed at all.
“Mom?” Erka could hardly believe it.
“Mommy needs answers, Ka. It's important for Mommy to determine her forward attitude.” Veronica waited for an answer. Sitting across from his son, he could stare at Erka's every move.
“No need to answer, your body language and your eyes have given me an answer, Ka.” Veronica. He saw the son closely.
“If love her, why refuse, Ka?” Sentences corner without giving evasive opportunities.
Erka down. Unable to string words just refute the words of the mommy.
“I ... I ...” Erka tight-lipped. Unable to speak when his feelings are read by others.
“You are married. Get Ayleen out of your heart. Get my daughter out of your life. You've decided to marry Cindy. Take responsibility, Erka. Marriage isn't a joke, but it's forever. You are bound by a promise before God. You know what that means?” Veronica.
Erka nodded. His head bowed, hiding his disappointment.
“What God has put together, cannot be separated. Except by death. Take responsibility for what you have said. That's not kidding, Ka.”
“Yes, Mom.” Erka's voice weakened.
“Do not worry. Mommy and Daddy definitely made the best decision for Ayleen. Which won't hurt everyone and certainly best for my daughter.”
“Yes, Mom.”
“Focus on your household, focus on Cindy. She's your wife now. Stop quietly coming to my daughter's room. You are married, Ayleen is not a child either. There are limits, Ka.” Veronica.
No more answers, Erka's hands squeezed each other on the table. He knew his chance to fight for Ayleen was no longer there. Veronica's advice is the answer.
“Mom, I love Ayleen.” Erka ventured forth frankly. “I've only realized it lately. When Ayleen walked away from me after I brought Cindy home.”
Veronica smiled. “It's too late. You're already married. Mommy already crossed your name off my daughter-in-law list.” The joking statement made Erka more regret.
“Forget Ayleen, Ka. Cindy your wife.” Veronica got up from her seat. “Mommy should see Daddy before going home.”
Erka could only stare at her mommy's back disappearing from behind the door. If there is any regret that he feels, now is the answer. The decision to throw Ayleen out of his life left him with deep regret. The man bowed again, resting on his own chosen path of life.
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