The Story of an Early Marriage

Not the Son of Durhaka

I did not flinch at all when told to prepare for the salon by the workers. As always. When the workers you told me to persuade me to do something failed. Finally my father came down directly to this warehouse. The presence of my father is usually overtaken by my mother behind him, mother is usually always wary of rude things done by father. May this mother also accompany behind my father. At least my mother could have been a shield when my father slapped me again if his wish did not materialize today.

But I seem determined to keep rejecting it, whatever the risk. I was thinking of dying if this fight continued.

"Only you refuse to marry a conglomerate. It's weird!" My father began to persuade me with his words.

I really did not care about those words.I still stared at the wall like that, as the persuasion of the servants or servants in this house seduced me.

I want to be silent like a statue and freeze my heart.

"Let's think about my son again.We are only faced with two choices. Dead or married handsome. Don't be so selfish as a child. You don't want to sacrifice a bit for the future of this family, it's because you're so little, son. You're just selfish. If you want to sacrifice, millions of people will be saved. This family company could rise again. Thousands of employees of our company and their family members who may number millions can connect to life again. They can eat. This keluerga can also be peaceful again," for some reason I heard that voice a little raucous.

I tried to look at my father's face. Only this time did he shed his tears like this.

"You're too concerned about that guy. The guy who was looking for you at the Ocean hotel. Maybe you think he can save millions of lives in our family-owned company. No. gabe. Not at all. The money won't be enough to stir up a run-down family-owned company" my father looked increasingly sad. Her tears are flooding.

What do I have to do. What am I supposed to say. If contemplated my father's mind of course there is also a truth.Entah this time it seems like my father really seriously said this. Is this love really make me incarnate into an ungodly child.On the other hand I really can not argue this love. My love for Senopati Adi Raka.

"There is only one option that can save the lives of humans and the family company, you have to marry that Charming Handsome," father looked at me sharply.

I still can't answer it. For a long time we were silent. My father seemed to be at a loss for words and for some reason he was frozen just like my frozen heart.

The ice between us suddenly melted. My mother came, making me and my father both turn to the stairs that mother descended. I saw my father wiping away the remaining tears on his face. Then he passed from before me passing by the mother on the stairs, looked at my mother for a moment and disappeared behind the warehouse door without words.

"Why is your father crying?" my mother said in front of me.

I just shook my head because I couldn't explain to my mother that my father was crying tears from talking about his company that would be destroyed if I insisted on not being married to Handsome Charming.

"Your father was crying that's a bad sign,"

I'm trying to digest mom's words. Isn't it just a cry of fear that my father would become poor if my handling of Handsome Charming failed?

“Your father is crying a sign of my son's danger. He was crying from deep disappointment. He was ready to risk death for that cry, death among all of us. Whether it's dad or mom or you yourself Febby,” the mother's voice stops in a raucous tone.

This time my mother also cried and heard her words that calling death would feel terrible. I have to what now? I'd better be the one who died. When I die, everything will be safe. Didn't my death affect my father's agreement with the Wibisono family, his father's conglomerate Handsome Charming.

“Then I died Mom,” I looked at my mother seriously waiting for that response.

“If you die it means you also kill your mother this son, without you life mother would be meaningless again,”

Must live this cruel. I suddenly couldn't hear my mother's cries turning into sobs.

I had to sacrifice to support the people. Should I marry Handsome Charming for the lives of millions of employees of this family company.

“Mother. Do not cry constantly. Don't cry anymore because I've now changed my mind,”

I finally calmed my mother.

“You are willing to marry the son of the Wibisono conglomerate,” my mother holds my shoulder with eyes that are still glazed over.

“There is no other option Mom,” I replied flat. Actually along with my statement it has been terbarit anyway

my wish will make the calculation with Handsome Charming later. No one will die between me or my mother and my father. Death will be felt later. He had to make up for this decision someday with life. I will be a criminal for him in a husband and wife relationship later.

Only God and Angels know this plan in my heart, I married Handsome Charming while I will still be unable to forget my true lover Senopati Adi Raka. However, I had to keep my promise to her to be a wife.

“Now I will tell your father this first yes, Feby,” my mother walked quickly to the stairs and soon disappeared behind the door.

The cries of my parents made me melt as well.  I'll get engaged to Handsome Charming. Of course, the marriage will also be followed by marriage. Then also followed by the death of Handsome Charming. Because I was planning to kill him. No one asked me why I turned into a cruel human being. Know that I also do not want that death for the person who will become my priest. But this plan could bring many lives to life. The lives of both my parents and the employees who worked at

their companies.

Just a few minutes after mom came back. This time with two women who always take my turns. "Your father was very pleased with your answer, Feby,"

I forced a smile on my mother.

Then the two women immediately cleaned up all my clothes in the warehouse.

"Today you're going back to the room, yes," my mother told me as if answering my astonishment at what the two houseworkers were doing. They all slowly moved my clothes that I had been using in this warehouse.

Actually, it's not very exciting for me. In the barn or in the room for me the same.

"Non Feby, today take a shower to the room, said one of my domestic workers. He led me up the stairs.

"Today we're going to the salon. Your best and new clothes are waiting in the room. To be charged with going to the salon," my mother connected.