Painful Love (Painful Love)

Irawan and Hasna

"Den Bima!" A housekeeper stepped closer to Bimantara. Reflexes, the man sitting in the poolside gazebo turned to the side.

"What's up, Mbok?" bimantara asked in an expressionless cold tone.

"Sorry interfering. The Mbok just wanted to tell me that Mr. Irawan and Bu Hasna were waiting for Aden inside," replied the ART which immediately made Bimantara's face tangled like clothes that had not been ironed. It is certain what things will be discussed by his parents to make them early in the morning come to see him at the weekend.

Since the incident last night, Bimantara never showed his nose in front of Irawan and Hasna. Not even replying to messages sent by them. Instead of being busy, he always avoids and prefers to stay away from his parents rather than be provoked by emotions when meeting them. Rather than being called an ungodly child it is better to stay away and store energy to do other positive things.

Bimantara exhaled a rough breath, trying to control himself. He wanted to leave the place forever, but realized that Irawan had so much power that he could easily find the man. Even if hiding into the pit of ants then Irawan and his confidants can find him.

The CEO put the state-made iPad Gingseng on the table and said, "Have my Dad and Mama wait for a while. I'll see them soon."

"Good, Den." Then, Mbok Tini bowed his head a little and resigned.

The only child of the couple Irawan and Hasna swing their legs towards the living room, where both parents are. A cold aura began to be felt when Bimantara's feet entered the room. From a distance not too far away can see clearly the look of a hostile face and sharp eyes as if to pounce on the prey right then and there.

A friendship? Since when did Irawan put on a friendly and friendly face? Since long ago, the middle-aged man always showed the same expression every time he met. He could not even remember the last time his father welcomed his arrival with a sweet smile and a warm embrace.

"Where were you going last night! Why not go back and wait until the party is over?" spray irawan without stale base. "As a result of your actions, Papa had to intervene to help Tsamara and her family answer questions from the reporters."

"I'm busy, Pa, not having too long to be at that party. My work piled up, asking to be completed immediately," concluded Bimantara while sitting on the sofa.

Both hands clenched at the side. Irawan struggled to control himself when faced with his only stubborn and rebellious child. If only there was no Hasna on the side, maybe at this time there had been a commotion at the Bimantara residence.

Since replacing the baton of leadership Irawan, Bimantara did decide to move from the house of his parents. Accustomed to living independently while studying in London, made him want to live free from the supervision of Irawan and Hasna. Moreover, at that time he was old enough to be responsible for himself.

"The date of your marriage to Tsamara has been determined. You should spend more time with the girl to discuss your wedding plans instead of busy taking care of work. Without you knowing it, the time of one month will quickly pass" Irawan said as he continued to clench his hands.

Silence floating in the air. Bimantara could have expected there would be a time when Irawan discussed the marriage between him and Tsamara. The same conversation and ended with a commotion. Although he refused the marriage, the father still forced him to marry the son of his best friend.

Bimantara snorted annoyed. "Papa knew I wasn't ready to get married. There are still many plans that have not been realized. If I get married then all those plans fall apart."

Bimantara stared cynically at Irawan. "When did I promise Tsamara a sweet thing, Pa? Isn't the matchmaking itself determined by Papa and Om Fahmi, then why am I to blame? So, don't blame me for not being ready to take our relationship to the marriage stage!"

"So your mouth, Bima!" spray Irawan by elevating his tone. A high arch soared into the air, so tight that the window shook. Even all the furniture in the room swayed as if it was about to fall to the floor.

"Why should I keep my word, Pa?" bimantara asked by staring at the nanar towards his papa and mama. "For the sake of your egos, I became a victim. When there is trouble, you blame me. Absolutely insane!"

"Male! Papa did all this for your own good. Tsamara we've considered like a real child ourselves. She's a nice girl, from a beautiful family. The seedlings, bebet and weights are clear, unlike ordinary women." Irawan gave a reason why he wanted Tsamara to be part of the Danendra family. Not because of mere promises but he can clearly see the sincere love in Tsamara's eyes whenever he meets his beloved son. He has lived for a long time in the world, tasting the bitter sweetness of life. So, the man's instinct can't be wrong. Therefore, he was eager to marry Bimantara to Tsamara.

"Then, why don't you marry Tsamara, let's be satisfied!" sahut Bimantara while rising from his seat. He filled his gaze with his eagle eyes. "Originally Papa knew, until any time I would never marry Tsamara!" Then, he just breezed in front of his parents.

However, the man's move came to a halt as Irawan exclaimed, "Then don't expect you to be the owner of the company in my stead if you don't want to marry Tsamara! Go wherever you want and do whatever you want. I don't care about your life anymore, Bima!"

"Mas! You're nothing at all! Why talk like that!" sergeant Hasna after seeing the situation getting heated up. "Our five children are the only ones. If he leaves, who can take care of us when we're helpless."

"Let him go, Ma. That's what he wanted, to smear Danendra's good name in front of the Gibran family. Papa just smoothed his step towards a dream that had been coveted so far. The dream of humiliating the family in front of a crowd of people."

Bimantara was stunned for a while, digesting every strand of sentence from Irawan's lips. To be honest, he really wanted to get away from here like a bird that could fly and dance beautifully in the air. However, if he goes far away then who will accompany Hasna, beloved mother? My mom is no longer young.

Both hands are clenched on the right and left sides of the body. It is seen that the muscle veins along the arms contract, preparing to lift a fist into a person's face. The chest of the fireworks and the jaws of the crackling hold back the emotions that linger within.

"Well, I'm willing to marry Tsamara." Finally, Bimantara gave up for the common good.

However, don't expect me to love the woman of your choice.

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