NOT VIRGIN BLOOD

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Namira had already determined the two places he would stay after leaving Saga's house. He had also prepared a letter for his father so that the old man would not worry if he left. The letter will be sent after he escapes.

As soon as Saga went to the office, Namira immediately prepared the items that he would take away. Namira was just about to step away when the door bell suddenly rang once.

"Geez, who else is that?" Shuddering scared Namira out of the room after hiding her carry-on bag under the table back.

"What is Ivan?" Namira muttered as she walked towards the door. There is always something that makes the plan fall apart.

Namira did not open the door and just stood in front of him. He seemed hesitant as he opened the door. But in the end the fond hand turns the handle instinctively.

"Dad?"

Namira's body felt like slumping down when she saw her real father standing at the door while putting on an anxious face.

Namira's knees are feeling weak. He was almost pulled back if not supported by two hands of the father who quickly caught his body.

"Yes Lord Namira. Are you sick? It's only fitting that last night I couldn't sleep thinking about you. Dad's gut feeling is so strong, eat it as soon as the sun comes up you go straight here" he said.

The old man helped Namira walk towards the sofa. They both sit there. Pak Aksan was a little surprised when he touched the princess's arm. Like Namira is much thinner than before marriage.

"I'm sorry, Dad." 

Namira suddenly sobbed. As powerful as he tried to hold back the tears, but in fact the clear liquid burst out with the face of Father who seized his eyes.

"Namira, what's the matter? What happened to you" asked Dad. The old man's gaze grew even more confused looking at his daughter's strange demeanor.

He holds Namira's forehead. Her body temperature is normal. Which means Namira is not sick on the physical part. Maybe he was injured on the other side, Dad thought.

"What's up Namira? Let's tell Daddy. You still think this old man is your father, don't you?"

Hearing that, Namira even more screaming powerless. Finally, Mr. Aksan grabbed the woman's body in his arms. He rubbed Namira's shoulders up and down so that the woman was calmer.

"Calm Namira, Daddy's here. No matter what happens, you'll be behind your daughter" he said.

"Even though I was wrong?" 

Namira took off her embrace. He looked at the father still with tears of divorce.

"Even if you're wrong, it won't make our status as father and son fade. Whatever happens you're my beloved daughter who loves me the most."

The woman swallowed. He opened his voice. But his throat just stuck.

"Reach, Namira. Does it have anything to do with your home? Saga hurt you?" guess the Father.

Namira's head shook slowly. "It wasn't Saga who hurt me, but I hurt her, Dad."

"Hmmm. What's going on?" ask Dad carefully.

Namira's head bowed, slowly. He rubbed his stomach three times, then inhaled as much as possible before opening his voice.

"This child ... He's not really Mas Saga's son."

"What did you say?" His ears buzzed as if what he had heard was not reality.

"Namira, tell me one more time, you didn't hear me wrong, did you?" 

The old man asked with a raucous voice that sounded slightly trembling.

Namira's cry broke again looking at the expression of the Father. He shook his head still with his hands hugging the abdomen.

"No, Dad! I didn't hear wrong. This boy is not Mas Saga's son. I was pregnant with another man before marrying him."

"Yes Lord Namira." Dad growled while pulling his own hair. The corner of his heart was sore to hear all that. "

"Dad thought Dad was a good father to you. It turns out Dad's too big a head! In fact, Dad is just a handful of neglectful parents who can not take care of their children," said the old man lamented fate.

Namira's body immediately degenerated. He was standing right at his father's feet.

"I'm sorry, Dad. It's all my fault. This despicable son of yours simply does not deserve to have a father as good as you."

Namira kissed the father's feet. From above you can feel his feet getting wet with his son's tears