One Night Stand With YOUNG MASTER

The Newness of the Son and Father

A pair of Ardy and Jian's eyes met. There were sad eyes they showed. Ardy did not want to part with Jian, but he also could not change the decision that had been set by Damar.

"And one more uncle" said Ardy who was still at Jian's house.

Everyone there was curious about what the man said.

"What?" ask Damar.

"As my sense of responsibility to Jian, for what I've done to him, I will marry Jian in no time" he added.

Both Jian's eyeballs were wide open. He did not think that Ardy would say that to his father. Damar was no less surprised, especially Mella.

"Married??" exclaimed Jian.

"Yes, Jian. I'm gonna marry you, I'm afraid of something I don't want until it happens to me that night. Because I also do not know, whether I throw it outside or just inside," the sentence re-ignited Damar's emotions.

But what Ardy said was true as well. If Jian were to become pregnant, then the man should be responsible for marrying her.

"Requally outrageous!" damar said with stifled emotions.

"I'm really sorry, uncle. Jian, you better think about it again, do you want to marry me? Since I am the one who took away your honor, I must marry you. Excuse me uncle, auntie, Jian!" pamit Ardy's.

Damar kicked the wooden table before him as an vent of anger. Mella tried to quell the anger of her husband, but failed. The man snapped at her and then went to the room.

While Jian was bowed while sobbing. He still did not expect that everything would be like this.

"You're satisfied, huh?! You cheap girl!" cecar's stepmother.

Jian just kept silent while lamenting his fate. He fell to the floor, his tears spilling unbearably.

"Aaaaaaaaaa.." His cry shrieked through the sky of the horizon, he pulled the cloth of the shirt tip to vent it all.

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At night, exactly at 1 am. Damar awoke, he performed the tahajud prayer. The man cried after doing the last 2 rakaat. He tried to shed all his sorrow. Then ask for the best path for what he is currently experiencing.

As a father, he was not willing if his daughter was hurt even to the lecehken by a man who is not his muhrim. His heart hurts so much. He failed to become a father who could not care for and protect his son. He also felt guilty for Amina, Jian's wife and mother.

Before Amina was pronounced dead, the woman told her. Leave the princess alone puppet to him, to be guarded and protected. And now I feel so guilty. Hugely.

After praying to the Almighty, Damar folded the prayer mats and put them back in the closet. Then lay the body on a simple wooden bed. There was no Mella there, because she still wanted to be alone. Although it made him more sick, because he had to separate the temporary bed.

Damar piled two pillows to make a backrest. Ardy's words this afternoon began to fill his entire head. If he remembered the man who had taken away his daughter's honor, he was furious. But the man's words have a point, too.

Ardy who has taken the honor of his daughter, then Ardy must take responsibility for it.

The reason the man was also somewhat reasonable if he thought. Poor Ardy, the trauma makes all women victims. And hopefully, Jian is the last woman to be victimized. Hopefully, along with Jian, Ardy can change.

While in Jian's room.

The woman was incessantly crying. From earlier his phone rang out Ardy's name, but he ignored it.

What if Ardy was really going to marry her. While he's not ready for all this.

"Mr Ardy has been kind to me lately, but I don't know if his kindness is sincere? Just like Daven, I think he's nice to me like a friend, but in fact he has feelings for me" she said.

"I'm afraid you'll agree to everything, and Mr. Ardy will turn horrible again after marrying me. Yes Tuhaaan, what should I do?"

Jian's tears came back dripping and wetting his cheeks. At the moment he is in the most difficult position, where he cannot decide things by thinking clearly.

"I have to talk about this again with Mr. Ardy tomorrow" he said steadily.

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"Come, boy!" the door waved his hand.

"Okay, father," Jian replied immediately, and sat down beside his father.

"Son," called the middle-aged man softly, yet firmly.

"Yes, dad, what's wrong?"

The man was silent for a moment and took a deep breath. "Dad been thinking about what Ardy said all night, and .."

Damar hung up his sentence. Jian could not wait to hear the words of the father with the heart of the dag dig dug.

"And what, dad?"

"And I leave everything to you. If you really want Ardy to take responsibility for what he's done to you, then marry him. But, if you don't want to, you can turn it down. I won't force anything for your future, son," the man said.

Jian was downcast, in fact he was also at a loss as to what to decide. His mind and heart had not been able to synchronize well.

"You don't have to answer it now to Ardy's son, son. Because everything takes time, too" added the man.

Jian let out a long sigh, inhaling a lot of oxygen as he looked up at the empty ceiling so that the tears that had accumulated in his eyes could not fall.

"Good, dad. I will think things through," Jian replied in a slightly hoarse voice.

"Yes, kid. As for your work matters, I also leave everything to you. I'm not gonna force you to quit that company."

Damar's sentence just now created a twinkle of happiness into both Jian's eye beads.

"Really?" tanyanya doubt.

Damar nodded. "Yes, son."

"Dad's not kidding, is he?" jian asked again as he clasped his father's hand.

Damar commented on the thin smile, but managed to make Jian's heart warm, because some days he lost that smile from his father.

"Dad talk really, son. Go and give a decision about your work to Ardy's company now!"

Jian nodded in spirit. "Yes, dad. Thank you very much!" he said, hugging his father's body later.

Damar gently stroked the princess's hair in his arms. Gave her such a deep kiss at the top of her head.

"I love you, father" said Jian.

"Dad too, son. I love you so much" Damar replied.

Things change so moving. However, in the warm embrace between the child and his father, there was a heat that almost burned the feeling of the woman who had just peeked over the wall. Who else if not Maellani.

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