
"I can't, Nad."
"Bi!! What do you have to do to help me? Do you want me to kiss your feet? I'll do Bi!" Nadya was already inching her head, but I pulled her body to stay seated.
"Don't overdo it, Nad. You know I won't change my mind just by acting like this."
"Abhi!" Nadya is back. This time it was harder than before. "H-have to d-with a-what in order for k-you want to b-help me, Bi? Please, Bi. Please, help me ...."
"I can accompany you to the doctor. Beside you give birth. Buy you the food you want. I could be your best friend and brother, Nad. But not by pretending to be the father of this child."
"Bi ...."
"Don't you break up two families because of this Nad. If you continue, you will lose my trust."
***
My words were apparently only considered wind then. Nadya had no intention to resolve the misunderstanding. He let the family keep assuming that I was the father of the baby.
Refuting is still useful. There's no result. The family believed Nadya's words more. I am very disappointed in my family. It shows that they do not know their son better than anyone else. I know how much their trust in me is.
Nadya knows my nature. I will not be too harsh on him or refute desperately with explosive emotions. Nor would he do anything that could hurt his pride. For example, by doing a DNA test. I gave him time to grow up. To confess all and unravel the truth.
Being in the same environment will not solve the problem. I will be urged to marry Nadya. For that I decided to stay away for a moment until everyone could think their sane mind and accept my words. Being released from a job that I had been in for several years further strengthens the reason. Being in this city is useless. There's not much I can do. So staying away won't hurt.
"Armand, tumben called? I thought I had forgotten." Arif Marga's voice sounded cheerful. He is my sister, aka my uncle.
"Regarding yesterday's offer. Is there an empty position?"
"Lho's? You changed your mind? You want to work together, Om?"
"Hem."
"You're not kidding, are you?"
"I'm serious."
"What's wrong? Fighting again with your father?"
"Do I have to explain the reason? If it's like that, better ...."
"I can start anytime."
"What next week?"
"OKAY. Assigned where?"
"Jember."
"Nothing further?"
"For a while, the empty position is still in Jember. You will work under me. Is there a problem."
"none. Tomorrow I'm going to Jember."
***
Three months have passed since that incident. Papa didn't call at all. My mother repeatedly begged me to come home.
I don't intend to run away from trouble. I just left a family that didn't trust me. My disappointment is so much bigger than anger.
"Mama believe, son. Mama knows what you look like. You rarely express what you feel. You close your heart so that others don't know. Mama knows you well. But, even if you are not the father of Nadya's baby, can't you just marry her? Until she gave birth. Poor him, son. Mr. Suhardjo's family will definitely bear the embarrassment. Please help them, son."
Mama always pleads, persuades and seduces. But I stayed in the stance. I think marriage is sacred. I'll only do it once in a lifetime, with a woman who can make me sure to spend all my time with her. And until this moment, I haven't found it.
***
Whether to cover up the embarrassment or some other reason, the news of the marriage that I did not do circulated among the family and neighbors. From the background, it seems there has been talk from both families.
Unable to force me to marry, they spread the word of the bird. The good thing is, I was away from them so it didn't bother me too much.
My relationship with Nadya is cooling. My attitude away from my family didn't make her realize. He acted as if nothing had happened. Keep in touch every day. Although I rarely respond.
***
Happy Reading 😊
NB: POV Pak Kaku inshAlloh not much. Just to answer some questions sticking out 😊