When you kissed me

34. like a pet

The marriage seems like Moli can't avoid it. Whatever will happen, then tomorrow will happen, that's how Moli is worried right now. In a house this big, Moli looks more like a dog being locked up by her employer. Because after the proposal last night, Moli can no longer breathe the air out there.

The proof this morning, Moli who had woken up early because she planned to meet Yoga was immediately made to fail. Because what? Of course because the papa personal guards who are ready to be on standby roaming this magnificent house. All the exits have been strictly guarded by their papa messengers.

“Bentar doang! Move!” jerk Moli is upset. It felt like clawing at the faces of the two people who were blocking his path in the doorway.

“Sorry non, this is Mr. Gibran's order.” Reply them.

“Bentare a moment! Not long. Move!!” Moli try to get rid of their bodies, but unfortunately can not because their bodies are bigger.

“Sorry non! Better Non Moli back to room.”

“Ck! Damn it!” Moli finally turned around and was forced to go back into the room again.

“Jesus!!!” Moli ruffled her own hair. Stomping feet repeatedly in his mouth follow incessantly catapulted the word ‘fucking'.

“This is my home, but why do I feel rich in prison?!” Moli collapsed hitting her soft bed. His face was set between two pillows.

“Gue what to do?!” he shouted without raising his head.

Drt. drt...

The phone on the nightstand vibrates. Moli reluctantly picks him up, but after the phone continues to vibrate nonstop, Moli finally gets out of bed. Her lentic fingers tucked her hair behind her ears, while her eyeballs glanced at her flickering phone.

Fani, that's the name that appears on the phone screen. After breathing out, Moli immediately raised the phone.

“Halo Fan, please help me! Hiks.” Haven't had time to say hello before, Moli had already interrupted first.

“Anaan anyway?!” Fani directly knitted her brows. “Not yet to speak, elo asked for help. Why emang?”

“Gue caged, Fan. Hiks!” Moli is sobbing. While the person on the other side just rounded shocked eyes.

“What does it mean?” ask Fani.

“Elo come here! Pliss yes!”

“Lha, right I do not know the new elo house.”

“Gue send by message deh address. Pliss elo here!”

Tut! The phone was just shut down by Moli. Fani was heard snorting, but as soon as she remembered Moli's sobs, Fani immediately rushed to her feet and hurried out of the house. Fani forgot to leave without a wallet or jacket, which she remembered only menggamit car contact only.

“Where are you going, baby?” ask the mother who is reading the morning newspaper.

“I want to go out briefly, there needs to.” Fani ran away again after kissing her mother's cheek.

In the car that has been driving, Fani immediately remembered the stuffing of Moli. It does not sound too sad, but if you have asked to come there is usually something wrong.

While at home, inside his room Moli was still curled up while continuing to cry. I can't imagine what will happen tomorrow. Ready or not, tomorrow is the wedding day. How did this happen? Moli could not escape.

Hwaaaaaa!!!

His crying is getting louder. This time Moli turned her head to the ceiling. Wanted to scream again but his voice was hoarse and heavy. Though Moli was just crying, somehow her throat felt hoarse and felt like there was phlegm clogging.

“Honey, you're inside?” call someone from behind the door.

The door was turned, and the door was pushed. Mareta sighed softly as she saw Moli lying on her back. His eyeballs still shed tears that continued to flow until they wet the sheets.

Mareta approached, sitting on the edge of the bed while grabbing the knee of Moli's leg. Swiping it slowly looked at Moli's face that was still turning away. As a mother, of course Mareta can feel how scared and sad Moli is at the moment. But to make it, Mareta did not know what to do.

“Sayang...” Mareta rubs Moli's feet. “Sorry, mom can't do anything.” That's all Mareta can say. What else do you want? That's the truth.

“Ma, why should Moli? Why did Moli suffer such a fate?” Moli spoke without looking at Mareta. “Moli don't want to get married, Mom! Don't want to be with Anton.” The crying is flooding again. Getting louder but not making a sound.

“Come!” Mareta shifted the position of sitting close to the head of Moli who was still looking up.

“Sit!” pinta Mareta plan. Moli started moving her body in Mareta's aid. He was sitting cross-legged facing Mareta.

“Maaa!!” Moli squandered carrying her cries into Mareta's arms. “Moli don't want to marry, Ma!” still in a cry.

“Mama knows, darling. But you know papa, right? He's a hard guy and can't be denied.” Mareta gently rubbed the tip of Mona's head that was still in her arms.

“Mama has tried to talk to papa, but the answer is still the same. Mama is also confused,” continued Mareta again.

“Tomorrow ma, I'm getting married tomorrow? That's not possible!” said Moli while taking off her embrace. His ten fingers rubbed the rough tears that were still flowing.

“I don't want to!” hardik Moli with high tone. The position of her body had shifted to the corner of the bed away from Mareta.

“I don't want to get married, period!” As soon as his words ended, Moli directly slumped her head between her two knees.

“Moli..”.

“Out!” moli's orders in hiding his head. “I'm asking, mom out!”

Looks like Moli can't be approached anymore. Rather than making Moli rebel, it is better to stay away from Moli first. Who knows, after tonight his heart is not as hot as it is today.

“Papa!” call Mareta when she sees Gibran just getting home. Mareta's step is faster down the stairs.

“Mama wants to talk to papa!” mareta said in a high tone.

“Later, papa tired.” Gibran replied without stopping his steps and headed straight for the room. Mareta was still following her, even Mareta stood still while looking at Gibran who was stripping his office clothes.

“Pa!” call Mareta again.

Throwing his shirt on the bed, Gibran turned his head. His eyes look sharp. “What the hell, Ma?!” gibran said no less high.

“Can you, say it later?! I'm tired!” Gibran threw out a glance, grabbed a towel and went straight into the bathroom. While Mareta was seen growling while stomping her feet.

“Papa!” yell Mareta again. “Just mama does not want if the wedding is tomorrow, until it makes Moli hurt.” Mareta was still babbling even though no one was listening.

“Moli is our only child, I don't want her to be tormented just because of this marriage. And again, does not marriage need complete requirements? Does it all exist?” Keep talking hoping that his chatter gets the desired result.

“Not to worry...” Gibran came out wearing only a circular towel on his plate. “I've taken care of all that. So, tomorrow the wedding is ready to be carried out.”

Mareta was immediately stunned. Mareta thinks Gibran hasn't prepared for all that. Turns out Gibran was sprightly on this. Mareta instantly squeezed and chose to sit on the chair in front of her dressing table.

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