Pellucid

Chapter 1 - Destroyed!

PLAQUES

A hot slap darted across the smooth cheeks of a helpless girl who was currently no longer a girl. Because now he is two bodies.

Pregnant outside of marriage.

It is not a feat but a disgrace that destroys all of his future. At the same time damage the good name of the father if until this is widespread.

Crushed. One word he felt.

Bemoan. Somehow it feels like he doesn't feel it anymore. Since childhood, they have been good friends with pain.

Blubbering. It was already unstoppable how many tears he had shed. Even before today's incident happened.

Mamma. A name he always speaks in prayer and in his breath. Wanting to enter the burrow with the Mother who has been called the Creator since she was born on this earth.

Papa's. Her first love that she expected gave her happiness and affection, but the fact was not like that. Since birth he only acted a mere image that his family is a picture of a happy family even without the figure of Mama.

"Based on shameless boy! Is this how you repay Papa, huh!" pekik Irjen Pol's. Prasetyo Pambudi after slapping his only daughter.

"Put your head, Bening Putri Prasetyo!"

"Papa's Question! Don't shut up since!"

"Who's got you pregnant? Answer!" scream Papa.

The Bening who was currently kneeling and resting before the Papa could only be silent and bowed without a sound. Even her tears were dry and unbearable.

Since childhood, his tears always flowed so fast that when he grew up it felt dry because of the source of his tears.

The whip from the Papa with his belt repeatedly on him was no longer felt. Slap, scream until jambukan as if his body was numb. This is not the first time he has experienced this.

So there is no shock or crying. The injuries he often experienced were not from others but from his own biological father.

Perhaps his physical injuries could heal within a few days. But the mental or psychological wounds arising from the violent actions of his father and the painful sentence is certainly difficult to heal.

Of course for a child, something like this will hurt to the heart. And it can imprint to not know when it will heal from the wound. Because there is no doctor when it comes to inner wounds.

Ningsih who was peeking from the kitchen door gap really smothered her own mouth. He held his sobs when he saw the master whipping, slapping to scold his only daughter, really making him anxious.

As an ART or housekeeper who has served Irjen Pol's family for a long time. Prasetyo Pambudi for fifteen years, he felt sorry to see Miss Bening.

Born as the daughter of a high-ranking police officer whose father currently serves as the Public Relations Officer of POLRI, of course, not easy. He is required to be smart, beautiful and unpretentious.

This is because he carries the good name of the father as a police officer as well as the institution where his father works. All his actions are of course judged by the general public who know his family.

His own achievements both in school and outside school. In fact, he had to attend a personality school to be trained early, especially in the public speaking section.

He did not expect that today his father knew his condition was two-bodied. Last morning he was so nauseous he wanted to faint.

The father who was having breakfast suddenly entered his room whose door he forgot to lock. As a result his father who is a high-ranking police officer certainly has detective instincts. Especially as a husband had seen the symptoms experienced by Bening occur to his late wife when he found out that she was pregnant.

Suddenly his father immediately scouted Bening with sharp eyes to confess the truth. As the father used to do to the perpetrators of crimes. Systematic interrogation.

Positively pregnant. Maybe this news for most married women will sound a happiness especially if it is a long wait.

But these two words can be a complicated polemic when it comes to unmarried women, like her.

Defend or abort. A pretty tough choice for a Bening. While he was still silent, the father said, "Evictate!"

He also ventured to look up at his father. And that night was the last time he saw anger on the face of his first love.

"Sorry Bening, Pah."

Bening can only be in the mood to apologize for his mistake that was honestly unintentional. Her lips felt faint when she wanted to say something.

Rice has become porridge.

That is how the saying goes. Inevitably he had to undergo all the risks. Either destiny will take him where. Will be to the brink of endless destinies or unconditional sincere love.

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