Possive Husband

PH-1

Matchmaking. Or commonly called a ‘Agreement’ between the two families with the view of wanting to give the best to his son. But in fact, it will make a child tortured and destroyed. How not, his will was forced and refused was not entitled.

Really am. Matchmaking in my opinion is not like a best-seller romance novel that is bitter at the beginning and sweet at the end. So, maybe everything is just a work of fiction that is not true, just to please the reader.

Marriage for debt guarantee? Yep, that name is appropriate for my position now. How not, I was forced to marry the son of a business colleague papa in order to protect a company that almost went bankrupt.

I rubbed my face rough as I kept thinking about the matchmaking. Even though I kept resisting, resisting, and fighting was useless. And then I didn't give up so easily, I kept thinking of sneaky ways to undo this crazy matchmaking. But it's really useless.

“Meisha” sound kalem mother who visited my ears. It made me look at the door and gave the mother a code to sit next to me.

“oh hi bun, here come in” me while patting the blank side of my swing.

“still think ya nak?” the look on your face immediately worried and anxious.

“....” I am still silent unmoved still remain faithful to my daydreams.

“Sha, less-less hobby daydreaming gabaik.” mother's soft voice while gently stroking my hair.

I just smiled faintly at my mother, whether I was too lazy to lift my lips today and really I just wanted to scream vent my inner wounds. But there's no way I'm doing that.

“you still think about it yes dear” said mother more and more fixed looking at my face.

Ja. I was almost frustrated thinking about that crazy matchmaking. How not? I feel like an item to be served. I want to resist and rebel against everyone. But the fact that came out of my mouth is “no, mother. Im fine” while I throw a little smile. I'm a terrible liar.

Mother looked at me, her brown bead looking at me with a meaningfully dim look, no longer the gentle look full of affection as usual. I would trade anything, to see that beautiful chocolate manic back to what it used to be. Makes me feel safe and peaceful.

“maafin mother dear, mother felt failed to become a mother because she could not make her daughter separated from this agreement”

“mother sorry yes dear”

Deg.

One blow had hit my mind, leaving a deep sense of tightness.

Viewed from any point of view the mother clearly has nothing to do with this agreement. Especially to mention that the mother has failed to become a mother. If such a good mother calls herself a failure in raising me, then I call myself when my family is in need of my role as a child.

My hands outstretched hugging the warm mother, my heart feels like you feel the sadness of mother.

“mother, this is not your fault. And you are the best mother in Meisha's life, so there are no failures in your life. These may all be destiny lines that have been determined by God, so Meisha will accept everything”

Moments later her hand came off and the chocolate bead looked back at me with a happy highlight mixed with relief. Then my mother hugged me again, as if very happy with my words just now.

“Meisha mom....” she said a little and vibrated.

This is all I do for mom, not for papa or company.

****

“so you accept this matchmaking?”

“I have no choice to refuse no?” I answered a little cynical. Papa asked as if giving me the right to choose. Just be right.

“ya, indeed you must accept.” papa repeated the meaning implied in my words earlier.

“because this will also be for your good”

I almost laughed when I heard what Dad said. For me? perhaps the truth is he did not want this company to go bankrupt and fall poor.

I smile cynically at Papa's words, “for me? precisely for papa who made his daughter as collateral. I'm right, aren't I?”

Papa was so offended by what I said just now, his face was flushed red, his lips pressed against the line. Well, it looks like I've spurred the bomb to explode apparently.

“Meisha, lancing once you say so! you should have seen papa's good intentions for your better future” said papa full of emotions.

I abstain from feeling trepidation with papa's anger, for me it's a normal thing. I never get on good terms with papa, I'm not one of the many lucky kids to have a perfect papa figure. Papa is far from the figure of a perfect papa for me.

“Meisha just said what Meisha thinks, and it's not. Papa has always been and will continue to be. Always imposing anyone's will for your own sake without thinking about his feelings” reply me calmly. Stay at my position without changing a bit.

Papa seemed to be getting angrier, and again it seemed like the second bomb was ready to explode.

“Meisha!” papa snapped at me while standing up from his chair, the look of his sharp eyes capable of softening the hard iron. But unfortunately I am not an iron that is easily softened, I still continue to reply to the sharp highlight without trepidation.

“Meisha you-”

“maaf” I was shocked and turned to the heavy voice that cut papa's conversation. And I saw him, the figure of a tall man in office clothes standing at the end of the door, his face flat and his black bead looking at me coldly. Both of her eyelashes really grew lush and beautiful. He's a near-perfect man of all the many I've met.

“ Satria” papa mentioned his name, cleared his throat and tried to set his expression.

“sorry should make you see this unpleasant thing” he continued then papa back sitting in his chair.

The satria? so this is the man I'm about to be betrothed to, As soon as a sense of resentment and anger mixes into my heart to remember that crazy matchmaking. Then I stood up and approached him staring hatefully. He looked at me, frowning his forehead.

“Meisha, return to your place” papa's word firmly. With heavy steps I returned to my sitting position then followed by Satria sitting next to me.

Highlight the eyes of papa looking at me fixedly as if beckoning me not to do anything less natural. I still don't care about any of that. Stupid timing.

“Satria” says I'm cold with a flat face.

“good morning and greetings. Maybe soon you'll be stuck in this ridiculous agreement with me. I hope you have tried to accept and see you” I said sarcastically and with a flat face. I turned around to get my bag and left the papa room.

I glanced at papa without saying anything, starting to move my legs out. Although I knew the gesture of papa's gaze that forced me to stay seated, I ignored it. I saw Satria a little bit cynical about me, and I started to worry about what Satria actually looked like. Is it true as the rumors are? I thought about it over and over again, but to hell with it.