(POV NARA)
"Marry?"
Crack!
I immediately saw one by one, the human faces that were there. Especially Senyo. Someone who said he didn't want to marry a poor woman like me I waited for his answer for a few seconds.
"Is that true?" Mr. John replied. Now, he is cross-legged in front of us.
"Yes. Senyo and Nara are getting married, but Mas promises to get well, okay? Mrs. Runi touched the back of her husband's hand. stared at his dewy net.
"B-but,"
"This wedding will take place as soon as possible. We don't need to invite anyone, just close family. " Before I could speak, Senyo suddenly interrupted.
My body is sweating cold. My throat suddenly felt hot and stuffy. I swallowed heavily. Weird. Why did those who initially denied it now agree?
"Thank goodness, son. Finally, you heard what Dad said. "Nara is a good girl; even your lover, Clarin, is nothing compared to Nara," said Mr. Johan, smiling with satisfaction.
Mrs. Runi and Senyo cast their eyes at me. Is a look full of meaning Could it be that they had planned something? Oh Lord, I'm not ready if the one who becomes my husband is Senyo. On the other hand, I am unable to argue. Mr. Johan has been very kind to me by protecting me from those bad people. I don't have the heart to refuse his wish.
Suddenly, my arm was pulled by Senyo. He gave me a code for me to go with him immediately. After asking Mr. Johan's permission, we finally left the room. Senyo took me to the backyard of the hospital.
"I had to marry you for Dad's recovery," he said angrily. My body was wedged between Senyo and the wall.
"So, we're married?"
"Yes, but I will divorce you after Dad is completely healed."
It means I am a prospective widow.
"Don't think that I will treat you as a wife. You must be held responsible for daring to come in and mess up my life. As long as we are married, no one is allowed to touch each other. The rooms are also separate, "said Senyo at length." It makes the hairs on my neck get goosebumps.
How could I allow myself to be divorced without fault? Argh! My head hurts. I want to run away from this problem.
I pushed Senyo's body so he was slightly away. Not long under his rule.
"Act as if you are happy with our marriage. Don't let my Dad be disappointed and get sick again, "he continued, then left.
I stared at the plain wall in front of me. I buried myself after Senyo wandered away. Slowly, my eyes glazed over and dripped water. I remembered what happened that night. If only dad hadn't sold me. Surely I will not meet Mr. Johan and then marry his son. Even though my life is full of simplicity, I'm happier being a traveling peddler with my mother.
***
Three days passed. Mr. Johan has now returned home. His condition is slowly improving. I slid a glass of ginger tea from the kitchen into the television room. Then give it to Mr. Johan.
"Drink first, sir," I said as I bowed.
These days, I spend more time in my room. Trying to accept the destiny of life. I never know what will happen in the future. Maybe God has prepared an interesting surprise for me after I legally became Senyo's wife. I don't know if it's happiness or suffering. Now I don't want to think about it. Live with it. I believe that God's miracles and justice must exist.
"Thank you, Nora. Please sit down first, "replied Mr. Johan. He patted the sofa next to him.
I'm obedient. Sit on Mr. Johan's right side, but keep some distance. However, currently, I don't have any family relationships with that half-century man. It's not good to be too familiar.
"I've asked Senyo to take care of all your wedding needs. Senyo did not want the party to be held lavishly. It doesn't matter to me. He just married you, which is more than enough. How about you? Do you want a big party? "asked Mr. John.
"Oh, it's okay, sir. I'm not demanding anything. It's up to Senyo. So when are we going to get married? " I innocently asked such a question.
"Didn't Senyo tell you?
"Not,"
"You're getting married in four days."
Dead?
My blood is rushing.
"Oh yes, Nora. When can we visit your parents' house?" Mr. Johan shouted again.
I was silent for a moment. Just the thought of homemade my heart race. I can't imagine how my father would react when he saw my face again. I might be dragged back and then sold.
"I'm afraid to go home, sir,"
"Why? You have to tell your parents if you are getting married. " Mr. Johan's brows knit together.
"I'm afraid to meet the father,"
"What are you afraid of, hm?"
"Father must be furious, sir. Or dad will sell me again. "
Mr. Johan pulled the side of his lips. He shook his head repeatedly.
"Do you think I would let my future son-in-law be sold by his biological father? Don't be so innocent, Nara. You come with me. Not alone. "
"Are you sure, Sir?"
"Why not?"
I am a little relieved to hear Mr. Johan's words. Who knows. I felt that he was protecting me all this time. Even the attention that Mr. Johan gives me is far greater than the attention of my father.
Okay, if that's the case, Tomorrow we can meet my parents, "I said, ending the conversation.
***
Mr. Johan and I rushed to leave when the clock was aiming for nine in the morning. Mrs. Runi and Senyo did not come. Apart from having their own busy lives, they were reluctant to meet my parents.
"Does your mother know that you've been living with us all this time?" asked Mr. Johan in between the silence.
"I know that Master once saved me, but you don't know that I live with you. As far as my mother knows, I work at a fried duck shop, sir. I had a chance to visit mother after leaving Master's house for the first time,"
"Is your mother worried?"
"Yes sir. I have assured the mother that her child will be fine," I said quietly. My mother's face flashed back when I was about to leave her. I must not have thought that I would come today.
"What is your mother's name?"
"Ranti, sir,"
Ciiiiiiit!
Brugh!
Instantly I bounced off the back seat of the car. Mr. Johan suddenly braked the car. Luckily I didn't get to the front.
"Good grief. What's the matter, sir?" I asked nervously. I swept around the car and didn't find anything. I had thought that Mr. Johan had hit something.
"E-um. Sorry," replied Mr. Johan briefly.
After patting the journey for about an hour and a half, we arrived at a shabby building where I was born. I quickly got out of the car. My hand knocked on the door repeatedly.
"Mom..." I shouted excitedly.
Next to me was Mr. Johan who seemed to be waiting for my parents to come. Looks like dad wasn't home. This made our meeting easier.
No need to wait long, finally the squeak of the door penetrated my ears. A woman with bun hair peeked from behind the wooden object. He immediately opened the door wide when he knew who was coming.
"Ra-Ranti?"
Mr. Johan's voice invites mother to turn to him. A moment later, a pair of mother's eyes widened. Her hands covered her open mouth. For a few seconds, Mr. Johan's mother and father stared at each other.
What is it? I thought.
***
Continued