Prisoner of Love Casanova

CHAPTER 40

Anindya looked at her reflection in the mirror with a difficult gaze to interpret, her gaze down to the abdomen where there was a bulge that was slowly getting visible.

Anindya smiled, she could not wait to give birth to her first child into the world. However, there is one thing that he is worried about, namely the views of people around him who are pregnant but no husband.

Would people call her a cheap woman too like Madam Meena, or would even call herself a satisfied like Arsen.

Anindya closed her eyes and shook her head, her tears suddenly shed just like wetting her pretty face.

"No, I-I can definitely go against the view of the people, me and my son definitely can!" muttered Anindya with confidence.

Anindya wiped her tears, she immediately came out to buy vegetables around. Anin saw his wallet, there was still enough money for him to live and he had to save money.

"We'll go shopping, son. What are you eating today?" asked Anindya while rubbing her stomach as if talking to the baby in the womb.

Anindya closed the door of her house, she went on foot to find a greengrocer there. Sapaa was friendly and warmly received from some villagers who knew him as the grandson of Mbo Darmi, his grandmother.

"Anindya wis gedhe, ayu tenan!" praise one of the elderly farmers who knew Anindya.

"Satur nuwun, Mbah. I'm padha, naughty stuff." Reply Anindya laughed until so wide.

"Where are you going?" ask the farmer with furrowed brows.

"Find the vegetables, cook the Mbah." Anindya replied slowly, because the age of the farmer was quite old and must be a little difficult in understanding the words.

"Yes sing ati-ati!" he said giving a message to Anindya who nodded with a smile.

Anindya continued her steps, her eyes sparkling with a fluffy smile as she looked at the quite crowded vegetable shop. Anindya came to the vegetable shop, she looked down for a moment politely as a form of greeting to the mothers who were there.

"Mom, this vegetable soup wants one yes same know deh." Anindya pointed at the two foods.

"What's a maneh, son?" ask the vegetable seller to make Anindya think about what else to shop.

"Cabe equals five thousand, that's it." Anindya answered who was immediately served by the vegetable maker.

After finishing shopping and pleasantries with the mothers, Anindya was about to go home, but suddenly her feet accidentally stepped on a mustard stem that was quite slippery and almost made her fall.

"Awas, Ma'am!!!" exclaimed a man who was swiftly holding Anindya's hand.

Anindya closed her eyes, she held her cramped stomach in surprise. Anin turned to the figure of a man in batik clothes with a slick peci on his head.

"Thank you, Mom. Oh my gosh, I almost fell." Anindya looked at the man who helped her.

"Together, Mother. Next time be careful, this slippery former vegetable," he recalled.

"Eh there's Den Tio, would you like to take the rice order Pak kades huh?" ask the vegetable seller who turns out to sell basic food as well.

"Excite, Mom." Replied Tio, the son of the village chief who was so polite and well mannered.

Tio got his father's order, he then looked towards Anindya who was still silent on the spot.

"What's up, Ma'am?" tio asked in a voice so soft.

"Where to go, let me take you!" tio offered.

"No, Mas. No, I can be alone anyway my house is close." Reject Anindya shook her head quickly.

Tio smiled warmly. "Sir, anything Ma'am. Let me take you!" invite Tio but once again rejected by Anindya.

"No need, Mas. Thanks for helping me, I first. Excuse me," said Anindya then leave immediately.

Anindya returned home in a slow way, but she finally got home and started cooking for herself and her son who was still in the stomach.

Elsewhere, Arsen was still asleep on the sofa sitting down and his head looking up. In his left hand there is a bottle of drink that has been toilet after a night of being swallowed by him.

Sunlight coming into the room disturbs the sleep of an Arsen. The man squirmed and tried to cover his handsome face but failed.

"Arghhhh .." erang Arsen then threw a glass bottle in any direction until it broke.

"Assa, where are you!!!!" yelled Arsen frustrated.

For one week Arsen and his men searched for Anindya's whereabouts, but there was no bright spot they found. Anindya disappeared as if swallowed by the earth, the greatness of Arsen's men even seemed useless about looking for Anindya.

Suddenly the door to Arsen's room opened, a man no less handsome than Arsen entered. The two men's hands blocked the collar of Arsen's shirt so tightly.

"Arsen, what the hell is this?" ask Ferdo, Arsen's father.

"You, since when are you here?" asked Arsen while releasing the grip on the collar of his shirt.

"Arsen, is this how you talk to your father?!" cecar Ferdo with a high tone.

Ferdo stared around Arsen's room, his gaze narrowed with eyebrows twitching together.

"You're drunk again, are you still happy to play with women?" asked Ferdo looking at his son who was still very drunk.

Ferdo smiled lightly. "Arsen, you don't stop playing with women, don't you realize that your actions will destroy yourself?" ask Ferdo again.

"Dad, stop!" snapped Arsen fed up.

"You can't listen to Daddy, but Daddy will keep saying it. One day you'll realize that when you fall in love and play with that woman, you'll be sick even more when she's no longer with you." Said Ferdo while patting Arsen on the shoulder.

"You'll regret Arsen, you'll call yourself a fool after she belongs to someone else. Remember Daddy's words!" added Ferdo then out of the Arsen room, which had a predominant alcohol smell.

Arsen stared at the departure of the Papa with a faint look, he was still conscious enough to hear and understand the words of the Papa. Could that be what he was feeling now, could he be in love with Anindya who he had tortured even had her broken to conceive her child. 

Arsen does not understand enough about the heart, he only knows the satisfaction and enjoyment in life and that is what destroys himself slowly.

KAWAL ARSEN UNTIL ... UP TO WHAT HAYOO🤪

To be continued