My lecturer Married me

I am going home suddenly, Yash knows Mr. Arga's birthday

A few days ago, the man proposed to me. I don't know where he came from. I don't know where he came from. I just sat down with my face down without daring to look at anyone around me.

I'm a 22-year-old girl. Right now I should be waiting for my graduation if only my script could be completed.

I was silent and only resigned when the man uttered his kabul ijab before my father.

I never once saw the face of the man who is currently marrying me. I didn't have the courage to look at him. He who is now legally my husband has been very honored by accepting my situation. I am the one who is pregnant.

I have never been indecent with any man. To this day I have never even dated. It was that fateful night that made me two-bodied as I am today. The night my house got a thief. At that time, there was only me in the house. My parents were out of town for a sibling wedding invitation. I who was busy at that time compiling the initial chapter of my script deliberately did not come because there was an appointment with the guidance counselor the next day.

That night was not too late, but it was enough to make me very sleepy and lay my body in my soft mattress. The laptop and all the books I just used are still leaving a mess on my desk. For a moment I slept, until the sound was heard and made me wake up.

I opened my ears wide to see what was making me leave behind an almost beautiful dream. Faint yet clear the voice tickled the ears. It was not as loud as before, this time his voice was slow. If it was like a durian falling from a tree, now the sound is still there but like footsteps.

I'm shocked, I'm scared. There must be a thief coming in. Instantly I looked for the mobile phone that was charging on my desk. The room light that I had turned off accidentally I did not turn it on again, so that the thief did not know I was on standby.

My body shivers in fear, this house is just me. Even if I intend to fight, it will only be free. What if they were both or three or even more. I slowly crawled around trying to pick up a device that wasn't fully charged.

The clear details fell unstoppable again, I panicked. Likewise, my body that began to moist almost wet with a tense sweat. That move sounds closer. Then what should I do?

Gawai which is still stung by me forcefully unplug from the charger, then I hide this body under my bed. My breath is like being hunted, the sweat with irregular grains is increasingly pouring as well as these tears that continue to flow. God, I hope those footsteps don't come here. I'm not a superwomen who can cope with such a precarious situation. Let me make peace in my hiding place, God.

Keep this heart murmuring while occasionally praying for my own safety.

For a moment my breath was somewhat relieved, that step was like moving away from my room. And barely audible. Not a single bit of courage came to me. I'm still hiding under twmpat sleep.

I don't know what they're taking and doing out there. Maybe they were in my parents' bedroom. I turned to the device I was holding and sent my father a message that our house was entering a burglar.

Message sent. And instantly reply to message I received. Gawaiku. God, I forgot to turn off the volume.

I haven't had time to open the reply message, the footsteps came back closer and stopped right in front of my room door. Spontaneously I just turn off my salary so as not to sound again because of panic.

I smothered my own mouth so I wouldn't make any noise. My mouth was shaking, my body was shivering. The resulting vibration I could not control, my body like an earthquake all over the body.

I heard the sound of my room door opening. Treeeeett. Slowly but splitting the silence. Someone started to step in, turn on the room lights and slowly combed every corner of my bedroom.

I make sure there is no sound that can make the person intend to gawk under the bed. His steps guerrilla every corner and began to approach the door. And stop two steps from the door leaf. I was stunned, my body was getting more and more erratic I felt. Shaking and cold hot.

The tears that were already rushing flooded my cheeks. My nightgown was wet from the sweat. My mouth keeps on talking. My eyes are not open. I was scared as scared as he was. I close my eyes, my mouth still with my own hands. God help me this time, I'm afraid. I murmured in my heart.

Sreeekkk. My bedroom door's closed. The pair of legs no longer see there. My body's limp. I can't keep being here anymore. I have to get out, I think the thief is alone. Because there was no sound other than a pair of legs.

I rushed towards my bedroom window which went straight to the back garden. The window that was originally locked, I opened it slowly so as not to make a sound. Slowly the window opened and I didn't think I was trying to get out.

With a sneak, I walked half bent towards the back door that was directly connected to the kitchen. If I'm right, the thief should be in my parents' bedroom and it'll make it easier for me to get to the front door and get out.

I went back into my bedroom, but as my right leg climbed through the window my foot stumbled and I fell head-on against the end of the small table beside my bed. My eyes were twitching, and everything was faint before it finally darkened.

The next day I woke up with my body lying in bed. Bajukupun has changed not the one I used last night. It can't be all just a dream. My head still feels dizzy, there are some bruises on my body. But last I remember, I fell down and slumped against that little table. And the thief? I looked around, the open window showing the morning light emanating from out there. It seems like it's morning now. But who laid me to bed, and took my clothes off last night,?

The question is getting confusing to me. My body feels weird. How could it be that last night was just my sleeping flower?

I try to get out of the place where I lie. My body feels bad and weird. I'm out, heading for the kitchen. I heard the voices of my mom and dad there. I approached them.

Seeing me approaching, they spontaneously ran towards me. They look panicked.

So what happened last night? And what happened to that thief? There are so many questions in my mind, but none of them have been answered.

Mom and Dad never discussed the fate that night, every time I asked or mentioned about the night they would have turned them away.

His time, all is just my hallucinations. But what I feel is real. And one more thing, the message I sent was true.

Two months have passed. I'm back to my routine. I went to college and took care of my script preparation that had already entered chapter 1. As my busyness was draining enough time and energy, my body felt a little affected. My thoughts that were too in the forsir for my script made me tired quickly even once in a while I fainted.

There is nothing strange about it all, the people closest to me just remind me to rest more.

Today I took guidance with my teacher. This time I was only guidance alone, because in the previous meeting I could not attend so I rearranged it by asking for another special guidance for me today so that I would not be left behind. Lucky my teacher was so good.

Towards chapter two, my body is getting weaker. I fainted on campus until I was rushed to a nearby clinic from my campus. Alifa and Hasna, who I saw after I woke up, soon my lecturer entered with the doctor who treated me.

They were half whispering before my parents arrived. My mother cried worried as well as the father who showed the same look of sadness. I tried to calm them down, that I was okay.

Alifa and Hasna said, only my mother is now with me. While my father and lecturer went out to talk. I don't know what they're talking about.

Meanwhile, the mother who accompanied me tried to say something that then I myself could not believe. At first I thought they were making a joke, but their revelation was confirmed by the doctor who treated me. I pregnant.

Since then, my father and mother have not let me go to college. Script's delayed. And my father has already arranged my wedding. A pregnant girl cannot be left alone. My son will need a father. But I don't know who the father of my son is. My mind floated on the scene that night, the thief. And I don't know. I don't understand it myself.

Now I can only accept this marriage with a man I never knew but willing to marry me even though my parents say that the man already knows my situation.

The marriage dream I've been dreaming of is gone. Anganku. This chest tightness really peaked. What mistake did I make that I experienced something like this. Moreover, I was not at all given the chance to know the depraved man who desecrated me. To desecrate me in my unconsciousness, destroy my life in my inability, and kill me in my breath.

If I could, I'd like to run to the highest hill and scream as loud as possible. But not. Finish kabul, I just immediately pull myself to immerse all the struggling flavors as if burning every cell of this body. Tears were pouring down, removing my makeup that night like everything that happened to me now. Because indigo is a speck, ruin my future.

The more my mind looked at the events of the past three months, the heavier I felt. The sky seemed to collapse, hoarding me in uncertainty. The frenetic frenzy out there is only deafening ears. Their laughter was like a mockery to me. I don't know, I'm ruined.

The night continued late, my energy was running low. Anger and all that sense of chest drained everything. I fell asleep no matter what I face tomorrow. I hope this is all just a nightmare that will end when I wake up