Young Single Mom's
Argu Fitted.
After I finished making the coffee, I brought it into the room and I put it on the nightstand. I lay down beside him. Put my head on his arm as usual. He then threw a few jokes at me as usual. We were still hugging each other until she fell asleep, I was crying beside her. Thinking whether it could continue like this, would he not abandon me, would he retain me and his son instead of his wife and family ? all those questions filled my brain along with my cries. Either Aryo pura - pura do not know or do not want to know anymore about my sadness at this time. I was swept away in the shadow of the beautiful things Aryo used to give me. Is it possible that I can just forget and let go ? that's what makes me so sad when I'm in his arms right now.
The sound of a car stopping in front of my house, shortly afterwards I heard the sound of someone coming who was greeted by my father. I stayed in the room with Aryo and didn't come out to see who was coming, I thought the guests were my father and mother.
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"Ra ! Ra !."
Chequelek
"Yes sir ?."
"Exit ! there are people !."
"Who ?." You just raised both shoulders without asking my question.
It turns out that in the living room there is already Aryo family sitting filled my living room chair. They came four, his father, his brother, his sister's husband and a representative of the Siwi family. Actually I was surprised because Aryo had not told me anything about the arrival of his family. I greeted them one by one without asking any questions and sat in the living room still visible.
"Mba Ara is sitting right next to Aryo !." Dance Decree. I immediately sat down next to Aryo. Shortly afterwards the village chief also came after the father contacted him.
"So like this, my mother, I mean our arrival here is to discuss the matter of Ara's pregnancy." His father started to open talks with my family.
"Oh yes, how do you want ?." Then he chimed in.
"I'm sorry I wanted to ask my son Aryo first, does he still want to continue his relationship with Ara ?."
"No ! right now I'm going to take Ara !." Aryo suddenly patted my right shoulder and held it very tightly while looking at me at that moment. I was surprised and looked at her face sharply but she did not dare to look at me, her eyes looked glassy.
"Nah so my son Aryo no longer want to be with the father. So from now on they're not husband and wife anymore."
"Where can it be like that ? Ara is now pregnant. In religion, the child can be separated when the child is born. Then yesterday the father himself who sent a representative to become the head and officer of KUA, why is it even now ?" The village chief spoke.
"No ! I don't know and I never sent anyone to marry them." His father insisted he did not know about the marriage.
"I'm sorry sir, I have a video of their wedding. There's also evidence that they say they're the father's emissary." Aryo's father was silent when the village chief said about the videotape he kept.
"What are you saying about Ara?." I asked Aryo a question.
"Because she often lies and disobeys me, her husband." The answer.
"Lied ? Bring the ruler you said your father's messenger was not. What is it called if not a lie ? even you lied to my family." I fended off Aryo's answer which I felt was very unreasonable.
"Why did you go home to your parents without asking me for permission? it's the same you've been disobedient." He returned to reply to my words.
"I told my son to go home. Why stay there if not taken care of, not in the love of living ? Mending I told you to go home and eat good - delicious children and my future grandchildren." the look on my mother's face looks very unacceptable.
"Mother don't have to follow !." Dance arrived - suddenly chimed in the words of mother.
"Emang Arena aja who can not take care of themselves, seduced by the same guy just want to. If a normal guy is flirtatious is the same girl, only the girl who wants a response what not." Teri doesn't want to lose to talk.
"Law ? mba is ordinary ? means if your husband is flirtatious with other women is not papa ya mba ?." Silence dance heard my words. Her husband's red face looks embarrassed by his wife's words.
"The purpose of our coming here to find a solution is not to argue with each other, so please do not be too cornering mba Ara. Cassian she's pregnant." The representative of the Siwi family named Bima finally mediated the debate between the two families.
"We would like to make an offer for Ara, you want to stay in our nursery and finance during pregnancy after her child is born leave it to us, or if we don't want to give up this child, we're out of hand, won't help anything and won't know how to get to know your life." To me his father made an inhumane offer.
"I chose to take care of this child myself without any disturbance from you at all !."
"In the meantime, is Ara sure ? think again about what's going on. Is Ara really willing to take care of her herself ?." Bima confirmed my answer again.
"What are you not ashamed of if later the neighbors know you are pregnant there is no husband ?." Dance threw another question.
"No. Why should I be ashamed ? I have the responsibility of taking care of this child. Why do I keep a rude man like Aryo who is mentally cowardly and irresponsible."
"How do you mean by Ara ?." Bima asked me.
"She's being rude to me. It's her scars." I showed some bruises from Aryo's punches on my body. His father looks down his head looking at the scars on my body.
"Seeing this, I became worried about Siwi." Bima looked at my wound with a face of a kasian.
"Mba Ara has a plan in the future, how to belom ? have you thought about how later to keep the good name of the family ? kasian if later neighbors mba Ara blaspheme family mba...
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