Forced to Marry My Maid's Son
Debt Budi
[From campus, come straight to Mr. Satrio's house, Yar. There's something I want to talk to you about.]
Akhyar put his phone back in his pocket after reading a chat from his mother. This morning, his mother looked ordinary. However, after reading that chat, Akhyar felt that there was a considerable problem.
Bu Nani knows Akhyar doesn't like Mr. Satrio's house. Because in that house, Bu Nani is often not appreciated. Although a maid, Akhyar does not like to see her mother scolded for some trivial things. Like accidentally nudging an egg to fall and break, late watering flowers half an hour from the schedule, as well as some other trivial things. In fact, sometimes Bu Nani gets scolded when he doesn't do anything wrong. Mr. Satrio's wife was angry just like that to vent her frustration when she just came home from the gravestone.
Since discussing the matter with Akhyar, Bu Nani never called his son again to Mr Satrio's house. If Bu Nani calls him, it means that there is a really serious problem.
“Akyar!”
A woman called out to Akhyar when she had just reached the parking lot. He was upset because he recognized the voice.
“What's up, Ma'am?” ask Akhyar. He stared indifferently at the woman who approached him. The woman's name is Andina, the son of Mr. Satrio.
“Let's talk,” says Andina.
“Please, Ma'am. I'm in a hurry.”
“Don't be here. Follow me to the car.” Andina looked at the people passing around her. What he wanted to talk about with Akhyar should not be heard by a single person.
Akhyar sighed. “Here only. I have to go home soon.”
Andina rolled her eyeballs. He was beginning to get upset with Akhyar's attitude. “You heard, didn't you? I said we talked in the car. Come with me now!” sternly Andina, turned towards the car-only parking lot.
Akhyar laughed cynically. Instead of following Andina, he rushed towards his bike. He started the motorbike, then left the campus. Her mother is more important than Andina.
Not for an hour, Akhyar arrived at Mr. Satrio's house. Akhyar hurried to the back door. He never entered the house through the front door.
“What's up, Mom?” Akhyar came in and immediately put his bag on the table in the kitchen. He approached his mother who was washing vegetables.
Without saying anything, Bu Nani pulled Akhyar out. They were talking under an ornamental tree that had a backyard.
“Yar, I ask you to please.”
“Ask what please, Bu?” Seeing the panicked look on his mother's face, Akhyar felt that something really bad had happened. “What Mother scolded Bu Rini again?”
Bu Nani shook her head. “You follow mother's request, yes.”
Akhyar tried to smile. He took his mother's hand. “If I could, I would follow Mom's request. My life goal is to make Mom happy.”
“You married Yourself yes, Yar.”
Akhyar pulled his hand. His eyes blinked a few times quickly, thinking his mother was wrong. Unknowingly, he took two steps back.
“What was it, Mom?”
“You please marry Andina.”
“Ha? Marry Andina? Mr Satrio's son?”
This was the most Akhyar had ever thought of. Besides very rarely talking to Andina, he was very lazy to meet the woman. Once, Akhyar accidentally heard Andina saying that the woman was not close to the maid.
“Mother is joking, ‘kan? How could I marry Andina. Just look at me she's disgusted.” Akhyar remembered Andina who had suddenly approached him earlier.
“Andina pregnant.”
Akhyar's eyes were widened. Andina's pregnant? This is really shocking news, considering that Mr. Satrio always boasts that his only daughter will always take care of herself despite her extensive association. However, what is confusing is Andina's pregnancy relationship with Akhyar.
“Iya. The situation is a little complicated, Yar. Ian's girlfriend Andina is in college in London. The lecture is soon finished. So, his family Mas Ian did not want their son to be burdened with this news.”
“Hah? Andina's boyfriend doesn't know that Andina is pregnant? Mr Satrio would like to do so according to his family request Ian, Bu?”
Bu Nani nodded. “Pak Satrio has no choice. Pak Satrio's company is in financial crisis. Mr. Satrio needs the help of his family Mas Ian to overcome that problem.”
“Then why are we victims, Mom? We have nothing to do with their problems.” Akhyar's voice is rising. He was upset because his mother's employer always behaved as he pleased.
Bu Nani looked down. “You remember your father before he died?”
Instantly, Akhyar closed his eyes. He recalled his father's condition before he died. His eyes feel hot. There were tears forcing me to come out.
“All hospital costs are borne by Mr. Satrio, Yar. We owe this family a debt of gratitude. Not just a few months before he died. Mr. Satrio also often loaned money to Mom for your father's treatment and also for your tuition.”
Akhyar looked up at the sky. Hands clenched. He knows that debt. Because of that, he did not ask his mother to stop working at Mr. Satrio's house even though he was often scolded for trivial things. Akhyar considers this to be their way of paying the debt of gratitude to Mr Satrio's family.
“What with this, our debt will be paid off, Bu?” asked Akhyar with teary eyes.
“Maybe.”
Akhyar sighed. “I'll think about it, Mom.”
Bu Nani immediately put on a face. He recalled how Mr. Satrio asked for his help earlier. For the first time, Mr. Satrio begged him.
“OK. I'm going to marry Andina. But, on one condition. Mom stopped working in this house.” Akhyar could not bear to see his mother's face. “We've paid off if I marry Andina, right, Mom? So, it doesn't matter if you quit this house.”
“Iya. Mom will stop working in this house.” Bu Nani hugged Akhyar. “Thank you, Yar. Thank you for lightening the burden on Mom.”
“That's my duty as a child, Bu.”
Akhyar smiled wryly after Bu Nani took it off. “Then I go home, Mom. We'll talk about this later at home.”
“Iya. You must be tired from college. You also have sif later tonight, ‘kan?”
“Iya, Mum.”
Akhyar went back to the kitchen to get his bag. When he had just propped the bag against his back, someone's hand pulled him from behind.
“Where are you from? Didn't I just say come with me to talk in the car?” grunt Andina.
Akhyar sighed. This woman in front of him will be his wife? Ah, Akhyar feels his life is really shit.
“Come me now!” Andina pulls Akhyar's hand. They went up to the second floor, to Andina's room.
In order for Akhya to not escape, Andina locked the room.
“Why did you just leave earlier? You didn't hear what I said? We're talking in the car.”
Akhyar turned his eyes. “I already know what Mbak Andina wants to talk about. I agreed to marry Ms. Andina.”
“You think it's that easy?” Andina crossed her arms around her chest. “There are requirements that you must agree to first.”
“Terms?”
“Iya.”