True Said Mamah

Chapter 51

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"You all present here can definitely see it clearly. Beautiful face, attractive appearance. Among you certainly would not have thought that he was from the village," said Arya, smiling with a sneer.

Anan was still staring at Arya. He wanted to stop her, but his tongue was weak.

"And you know? Maybe because she felt close to me, she deserved to offer me an engagement. He's really confident."

Arya glanced at Anan and then glanced at each of the invited guests tonight.

"Do you think that I, who is a potential heir to Wima Group, deserve to be juxtaposed with him?"

How proud Arya is in front of Anan tonight. How senseless she was towards this innocent and kind girl.

The guests cheered. They make their own assumptions. Some argue no problem, want the girl from where, as long as it is good and suitable, legitimate only.

But most of them disagreed and instead sneered at Anan.

Like a hammer smashing into Anan's chest, he felt pain. And not only that, the embarrassment that Arya thrust onto her face added to the pain in her heart. A razor tub that slashes the skin, sore.

Anan closed his eyes. His hands were clenched, his body trembled, and his red face held back the cries, anger, and shame as well as hearing the words of the people who were alternating. As if they are currently watching a drama, they are really fun to enjoy the show presented by Arya.

"I totally agree with you. You know, what kind of girl is worth pairing with me. Not like in... ."

"Enough!!!" anan's strangulation cut Aryan's speech.

"Why Sir? Wh why? Why would you do this to me? What's my fault, sir?" urged Anan who could no longer resist the emotional turmoil in his heart.

"You ask me, why? You think for yourself!" Arya tapped twice the tip of her index finger at her head in front of Anan.

Anan started thinking. Think what the words of Arya mean. Until finally there was an event in his memory.

"Did you remember?" arya asked raising both eyebrows.

"So that's why you did this to me? You're so hearty."

Arya ignored Anan's words. He looked back at the people who were very enthusiastic to see himself and Anan.

"Do you want to know what this village girl said after humiliating me on campus?"

Arya reached into her pants pocket then pulled out her phone from there.

"You listen carefully" he exclaimed.

Arya presses the play menu on her phone then...

"Hm... I told you once that I opened my heart to you. I started liking my dad a few months ago. And I'm in love with you too."

Both of Anan's eyes are breaking. He did not believe what he heard.

Really Anan did not expect, Arya had recorded it secretly. And now, not only had he heard it himself, but hundreds of pairs of ears had heard it as well.

Arya keeps her phone back to where it was with her hands remaining together with the phone in her pants pocket.

"I think it's enough for those of you here to conclude that how shameless this sweet plus tacky girl is."

Arya glanced at Anan and grinned.

"After humiliating me, with his high confidence he declared his love for me. I don't know shame."

"Stop, Sir! Please, please stop. On that matter, didn't we both agree not to bother about it anymore? Even my own father asked me for permission to follow me. And after a few months later it turned out that I was also devastated with all the good and sweetness of the Father to me. Have you forgotten?"

"In fact, it wasn't just the engagement you offered me at first, but the wedding."

Prok..prok.

Arya clapped her hands. Arya stared intently at Anan who also looked at her no less sharply. Then he turned to look at the people in front of him.

"You heard what this village girl said? It's amazing that he slandered me."

"I'm not slandering you!" pekik Anan defended himself.

Plaque...!

A slap right on Anan's left cheek.

Without Anan guessing, from the back appeared mamih Clara who turned her body and slapped her cheek.

Anan rubbed his cheeks that had been flushed due to the palm blow from Arya's mother.

Again he had to be all his might to hold back his cries so as not to break in front of those who had humbled him.

"How dare you ruin my son's good name! Who do you think you are, huh? Even the tip of your fingernails you do not deserve to be with my son, Arya," sengak mamih Clara to Anan.

"I thought you were a nice girl, but it turns out you were a pet. You bitch!" hina mamih Clara who ate Lexa's talk.

"Stop, Aunt. I beg you to stop" cried Anan, but ignored.

"What I said was true, right? You are a poor village woman. You can buy diamonds. Not just one, but several. If not because you are a pet om-om, get money from where can you buy it all? And now, maybe the person who took care of you is bored, so you immediately look for new prey. It's a good thing my son quickly found out your rottenness, "crossed maternal great-grandson Clara.

"Enough, Auntie!" Again Anan screeched with reddened eyes holding back shame and anger.

"Tante has been too insulting to me. Aunty knows, even though I am from the village and poor. But I still have my pride. I pray that Aunt will get a daughter-in-law who is in accordance with Auntie's wishes."

Anan turned to look at Arya. He was trying hard in front of Arya. He doesn't want to look weak.

"Honored Father of Arya. I didn't think this was the end of our relationship. Although I was disappointed and hurt, I was still grateful. Thank God for showing who the real Father is. You may have forgotten one thing. Our soul is a reflection of ourselves. Because you're a lecturer, you know what that means."

Arya and her mamih just fell silent digesting word by word Anan said.

Anan took a long breath.

"I congratulate Mr. Arya. You have succeeded in avenging my father."

Finally, the clear liquid that had been with all his might Anan could resist, fell down also wet his cheek.

The deg!

Who would have thought, Arya immediately felt something strange seeing tears dripping on Anan's cheeks. He wanted to hug and wipe away the tears and their tracks so that he could calm the girl before him.

"Thank you for your invitation. Also this beautiful dress." Anan pointed at the dress he was wearing to Arya with a smile as if nothing had happened.

The deg!

Once again, Arya felt her heart tingle. Something strange had possessed him staring at the innocent face of this girl he had humiliated on purpose. He really wanted to hug and say 'forgive me', so that the girl he met the village was relieved.

Arya is still Arya. Revenge and hatred were ingrained in his heart. Although he felt something else in his heart, anger was also in charge.

Some of those present felt sorry for Anan. Septy and Dimas.

Tbc...