Trapped by My Husband's Destiny

The kidnappers?

"Nad."

"Yes, Mom...."

"Tonight this week I picked you up at home?"

"Where are you going, Mas?"

"To my house."

"To the house, Mas Arkan? Why?"

"You introduced me to my mother."

"Astaghfirullah...."

"Haloooo's... Nadias...."

"Ouh. Yeah...."

"OK yeah. I still have work."

Arkan hung up.

Nadia pale. She stupefied.

***

Nadia has met Arkan several times. It cannot be counted with the fingers on both hands. But this time, a young specialist doctor invited him to meet his mother.

Arkan's mother was a widow whose husband had been dead for 26 years. Arkan's father died when he was 3 years old. Her mother, who was left when she was 38, struggled to raise and care for the 5 abandoned children. Trying alone without help from her siblings to raise her children. So great is the journey of a mother when left by the Husband. But now, his mother is a restaurant entrepreneur who is still operating around JL. Wahidin Solo's.

Arkan and his mother live in one house. Arkan was the 5th of 6 children. Others are married and own their own homes. They live in Solo and Surakarta. But her oldest brother just died 2 years ago and her younger sister died when she was 10 years old. So there were only 4 of his mother's children alive and Arkan himself was unmarried.

Arkan also told me that there was a pound of men who took care of him from childhood. She is currently attending school in 5th grade SD. The mother of his father has died, Arkan's older brother. His biological brother is number one. That's why Arkan takes care of the boys from 3rd grade Elementary School. His father did not want to live with his biological father in Jakarta, because his father was married again.

Nadia captures Arkan's story and introduces herself to those closest to the boy who works as a pediatrician that Arkan wants Nadia to get to know herself and her family more closely. Nadia was flattered by it, because her mother said that Arkan seemed serious about her. In that way a different man 5 years older than Nadia, expressed his love. That's what Nadia's mom said.

Nadia chose a dress that felt right to go to meet the prospective in-laws. He wears a model of Kebaya Brokat clothes in combination with Batik Payet. The color of the shirt that is not too bright is the color of young soft salem looks harmonious on his body. Coupled with a shawl that stamped on the shoulder added to the sweet impression of him. Moreover, his posture was indeed high.

Seems too much. But he wanted to wear this shirt when he met the future in-laws. But... is it true that the woman he will meet is his future father-in-law? Arkan had never expressed love to her at all. That's what's on his mind.

He heard his mother calling from outside. Arkan had come to pick her up. Nadia came out shy. His clothes were dragged to the floor trying to lift a little. He went straight to the exit of the house from the living room.

Mother slips.

"Do you want the condo?"

"No, ma. I'm going to see my mom."

Actually Arkan was also aghast when he saw Nadia dressed too excessively. If only to meet his mother, why must wear a dress like going to a party. Her thought. But he didn't want to offend Nadia. He still keeps this thing.

"Well...weren't you in the wrong costume, Nad?"

His mother raised her voice a little. He stood at the main door of the house.

"No ma'am... Nadia wants to wear this shirt. It has not been used for a long time, from Nathan's party, Om Tama's son, only used once."

His mother did not want to dispute her son who had a stubborn nature.

Nadia cheers on her mother. So is Arkan.

"We go first, Tan."

Excuse Arkan politely while moving out of the house.

"Yes. Be careful and don't go home too late."

"Good, Tan."

Nadia waved her hand as she walked up to some rocks in the mini park in front of the house.

The woman who was not even 50 years old just nodded.

***

"Is there something wrong with Nadia's clothes, Mas?"

Nadia asked worriedly.

"Do you think you're wrong or not?"

Arkan asked back. He drives slowly. It's a very crowded night, probably because it's Sunday night.

"Something seems to run in the heart. But yeah, it's already been."

Nadia slightly allowed her naturally-cowled hair back.

Arkan laughing.

"Why, Mas?"

"No. There's nothing."

But Arkan was still chuckling as he said that sentence.

"Ah. is impossible. There must be nothing with a face and laugh like that. Come on. by the way."

Arkan turned his face to the right, far from the face of the girl who was being misbehaved at the moment. He laughed as he looked to the right so as not to be seen by the girl sitting in the passenger seat on the left.

"Come, Mas. Answer honestly," urged Nadia.

"Honestly yes. But you don't get angry and don't take it personally."

Arkan asked for an appointment first. He still smiled a little. What he thought might have felt funny.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Right now, I feel like I'm kidnapping someone."

"Kidnap?"

"Yes. You're dressed like you want a marriage contract and I'm trying to kidnap you because I don't agree with the person who's going to marry you."

Arkan explained that while laughing a little.

"really?"

Nadia is now chuckling. His reasoning was aroused when Arkan said so. It seems to be true. She was dressed as a woman who was going to have a marriage contract, while Arkan was only wearing jeans and a short-sleeved shirt. Very relax.

"Ah, what will happen, yes it happens. although the future-in-law will not like him later."

Nadia's face looks pale.

"Already..just relax. My mother is not a person who demands too much. He's an angel to me. Even though she's 69, she's not the kind of woman who likes to grumble and snore."

Arkan threw his left hand, approaching and hitting the back of Nadia's hand which was on the lap of the girl who was very frightened at the moment. He tried to calm the girl down with a touch of a hand.

Deg.

Nadia was so shocked as if her heart had stopped for a moment.

Arkan only held the hand of the beautiful girl next to him for a few seconds, then pulled him back to hold the black steering wheel. Her face flushed.

***