Papa To Kirana

Chapter 60 You Don't Have A Choice

“I will do my best for Alexa,” I said short, solid and clear.

Brother Alan took one step closer, “You must promise not to make our dear sister sad.”

“I'll try.”

“You men who dare not swear, scornful Brother Alan.

He snorted mockingly, ruffled his waist and threw away his face. Then look at Alexa.

“Did Balin ever make you cry?”

Alexa shakes fast.

“Don't lie, Alexa! Just tell your brother this,” snapping Brother Alan.

“Never, Brother. I'm not lying,” exclaimed Alexa who got up from her seat.

My mind drifted as Alexa apologized to me, but I left. And I saw Alexa crying at that moment.

“I once made her cry,” I said.

Bugh.

Suddenly, Brother Alan punched me in the stomach unexpectedly by everyone. I who was unprepared with the punch of the future sister-in-law could only stoop in pain and plop down onto the sofa.

While Alexa screeched and glared at Brother Alan. Hit Alan's chest that didn't move at all. Alexa's older sister, Alea, hugged Alexa to calm her sister.

The atmosphere of the room became increasingly violent because Alexa who berated Kak Alan. Even though Alan's brother is silent, he doesn't rub Alexa's chatter.

“Why did Brother Alan hit Balin?” ask Alexa.

“Because he has made you cry,” replied Brother Alan calmly.

“But Big Brother does not know the real story, I cried also because of my own fault.”

“Alexa, relax!” said Brother Alea.

Alexa sat beside me, with a worried look she rubbed the spot where Brother Alan was punching me.

“Balin, does it hurt? The wound on your stomach hasn't healed completely, has it? Did Alan's punch hit your wound?”

I'm shaking.

“It's okay. I deserve it.”

“No, Balin. Brother Alan is outrageous.”

For a moment I remember my treatment that often stood out Rama, my own brother. Now I will have a sister-in-law who is also a hobby of punching people's stomach when angry. Is this what we call karma?

“Again why did you answer honestly anyway? I'd be lying for the sake of us getting married,” Alexa grumbled.

I stroked Alexa's hair, so that the curly-haired girl could be much calmer.

“I told you I was okay. Don't upset your own brother for me.”

“You passed the early stage, Balin. So from today you enter into an observation period of two months. If for the next two months, it turns out you are not a man who can be relied upon to be the husband of Alexa, then the marriage is off,” said Kak Alan draped his hand in front of the chest.

What the hell is this? Observation period? What am I? Oh, my God, so selective is Alan's sister.

I just nodded in agreement to Alan's strange wishes. Whatever I do to get my blessing. But it didn't seem to Alexa, she came forward again protesting her brother.

Once again Alea became mediator between the two of them, which was then assisted by Lily.

“Sister Alan,” shouted Alexa back to face her eldest brother.

“The one who will marry Balin is me, Brother. I've known Balin for a long time. Why is there a period of observation of everything?” Alexa protested as her feet touched the floor.

“Alexa, you will know for yourself how your brother is. Just go through it while you guys prepare the wedding, okay?” said Alea brushed Alexa's arm.

“Kak Alan, not two months. How about one month?” ask Alexa with a voice that is more softened so that Brother Alan softens.

However, the effort was nil because in fact, Kak Alan still shook his head.

“You don't have a choice. You have no choice, Alexa. Wait two months if you want to marry Balin. Point.”

Alan's brother ignored Alexa's protest, he embraced his wife and walked out. While Alexa is still calmed by Alea, two Alexa sisters-in-law named Mirza and Nick, approach you.

“The attitude is so. I was also stabbed to the brunt when I asked for permission to marry Alea.”

“Yes, and you're lucky enough, Balin,” timpal Nick. “Your observation period is only two months. Try to imagine me first up to a year.”

“That's how to propose a girl from the Asher family,” added Mirza.

“It's like a military entrance test isn't it?” nick said as he elbowed me.

After that, they left the room, leaving me and Alexa still frowning.

I pinched Alexa's cheek, intending to tease that she would no longer bend her pretty face. Alexa exhaled, smiled, then dropped her head on my chest.

I clasped his fingers, for a moment my thumb wiped the gift ring from me.

“Kak Alan it does suck,” Alexa complains.

“Don't hate your sister! He was just doing some of his sister's work. I might do the same if Kirana gets married.”

“But you will be busy working in the company Irawan Group, surely these two months we will rarely meet.”

I looked down at Alexa's face that was set in my chest. Then I held my embrace.

“Just imagine we're being tested. If we both succeed, we'll get married and you'll be able to see my face every day for the rest of your life. Maybe even until you're sick of seeing me.”

Alexa chuckled, wrapping her hands around my neck.

“I will never get tired of seeing your handsome face.”

I put on a smile, lowered my head to get closer to Alexa's face. My gaze was fixed on the pinkish ranum lips that made me fall asleep.

Alexa looked up, closed her eyes and tiptoed to kiss me. Before our lips touched...

Brakes.

The door in the room slammed open. Me and Alexa gasped and immediately turned their heads towards the door. There, in the doorway, Brother Alan was already standing like a lion ready to pounce on its prey.

Then Brother Alan roared furiously, “What are you doing to my sister?”

 

 

In a dark passageway, one walked with quick steps and a hunting breath. He pulled the hood of his jacket to cover his head. A necklace with a H-letter pendulum swung as the person accelerated his pace.

He stopped at door number 136. Then knock on the door very hard.

The door rattled open, revealing the flabbergasted owner of the apartment looking at who had come to see.

“Harsa!” the man was nervous for a moment.

Then, Harsa stepped in without waiting for the man who owned the apartment to let her in. He walked through and hit the man's shoulder.

The door was closed, and the man noticed Harsa in the living room, a very presumptuous guest walking into someone else's apartment just like that.

“You must help avenge me on Balin Mahendra. Because of him, all my dreams disappeared and I became a fugitive of the police,” hissed Harsa with both hands clenched.

“What will you do, Harsa?” ask the man.

“I will make Balin and his little family suffer for the rest of their lives. ”

The man shook his head.

“No. I can't. And will not want to help you,” firmly very man.

Harsa turned around to look at the man, with a quick step she walked over, her right hand pulled out a small knife and without any cues, he pulled the knife into the stomach of the man who owned the apartment.

The man gasped at once screaming in pain. His body fell down as soon as Harsa pushed the knife into the belly of the poor man.

“You don't have a choice. You have no choice.”