Marrying a Hardenal Girl

Death Penalty

It had been almost a month since refining her script research, Mikayla felt stuck!

Mr Teguh for him is a perfectionist lecturer! The demands were so excessive that Mikayla became lazy to continue the last two chapters of her script.

That afternoon, his father and mother asked him to speak something very serious. He knew that they would bring up the problem of his unfinished script. The time limit given by his parents is always unachievable.

Both his father and mother were sitting in front of him. Mikayla felt a little creepy. Whether what other facilities will be withdrawn for a while by his parents remember all the promises he repeatedly said to his parents, none of them fulfilled. Mikayla felt like she was facing the judges in court.

"What about your script, Kayla. Papa heard you've been here for almost a month and never came to consult." Mr. Dimas' voice rang out in Mikayla's ear.

Mikayla took a deep breath.

"Sorry Pa, Kayla's really deadlocked this time. Give Kayla more time to finish yes. Kayla promised."

Mr. Dimas looked at his son with a look of disdain.

"promise said? Forgetit. I'm tired of all that! Your life is like having no purpose. You think your parents will be forever healthy and live to be with you?"

Madam Anggita chimed in on her husband's remarks.

"Truely everything your father said, Kayla. We never know until when God will give us health and long life, if your lifestyle just continues to shame your family, what can we expect from you?"

Mikayla. All his life, he had never heard them talk about the limits of their lives and it was like slapping his face!

Mr. Dimas straightened his seat and folded his hands in front of his chest.

"We as your parents are fully responsible for your survival. Therefore you listen to your father's words carefully." Mr. Dimas took a breath and sipped a glass of water beside him.

"Father and mother have agreed to end your delinquent lifestyle by marrying you!"

Mikayla's eyes instantly grew bigger.

"What's? Not wrong, Pa?

Mr. Dimas smiled wryly.

"Don't protest or you'll never set foot in this house again. We will marry the son of Mr. Samson Prasetya's family. Like it or not, you have to accept this matchmaking before you get busted out there."

Still very surprised to hear his father's words, suddenly there was a small smile on Mikayla's lips.

Mr. Dimas shook his head.

"No. But with her brother."

Mikayla's face turned disappointed.

"But Pa... Why not just Delon? If you marry Delon, I don't mind."

"What's? Married to the same Delon as you? What do you want to be? Wanna be a mafia family, huh?" shouted Mr. Dimas.

Anggita approaches Mikayla who looks very upset to hear her father's assessment of Delon.

"Dear Kayla, you won't change your life if you marry Delon. He makes no difference to you. In addition to college that is not finished, also always make his parents headaches. What would your future be like together?"

Mikayla is getting claustrophobic. He wanted to run away from his parents, but his legs were chained.

"Kayla, Mr. Prasetya's family has agreed to marry you to their eldest son, Delano Prasetya. You do not know him because since graduating from High School he immediately continued college and work in Los Angeles. He's very mature and mature. So we think she can guide you someday to become a better adult woman. He's eight years older than you. This year he's only 30."

"What's? That old, Pa? Geez..means I'll be married to om om!" mikayla screams with a panicked face. He did not think his parents were cruel to him.

"Don't tell me he's om om. Who says he has been om om. He is still single and has a clear and purposeful future. You should be lucky because his parents do not mind marrying their proud children with you who have a bad reputation in the eyes of others!" mr. Dimas' voice sounded full of emotion.

Mikayla felt like yelling, but her screams were just stuck in her neck.

"Yes my. How'this? It's the same as a death sentence for me if I have to marry an om om!" he screamed in his heart.

"Prepare, because next week Saturday you will be reunited. Mr and Mrs Prasetya and their son, Delano will come to propose to you!" after reciting his last calamity, Mr. Dimas invited his wife to leave the room as they had to prepare to attend a corporate event.

Mikayla who was left alone could only sit limp with a blank look. He could not have run away from home empty-handed without a penny like he had done. Some of his father's hirelings will find it easy.

Mikayla was banging on the sofa where she was sitting. "Why not Delon? Why should it be with her older brother who is so far away from me?" mikayla's grunts with a furious feeling.

"What should I do? If my gangmates knew I'd be married to om om, they'd be laughing at me seven derivatives. Damn it, shit, shit! It's called the death sentence of papa and mama!"

Mikayla was so stressed by her parents' decision that she decided to spend her days exploring the city on her motorcycle to calm her mind.