Forced to Marry My Maid's Son
Gossip

Akhyar woke up, hearing Andina coming. With consciousness still not fully gathered, he walked out of the room.

“Why?” tanya Akhyar, approached Andina who was facing the kitchen sink.

Andina raised her right hand. “I'm okay,” he said.

Akhyar's forehead shriveled. Andina's words were very different from what she saw now. The woman looked tormented.

“Can I help you?” Akhyar could not bear to see Andina in such a condition. The nature of this one is very difficult to remove. It's too easy to melt in front of a woman in pain.

Andina washes her mouth with tap water. He then straightened his body. As if nothing had happened, he turned around.

“I'm okay. It's common.” Andina sighed. “Finely, you read some articles about pregnant women, deh. Let's not be too surprised. Morning sickness in pregnant women is common.”

Akhyar sighed. He's not a fool. Without reading any article, he knew that pregnant women used to be nauseous.

“You're ready to go to the office. I'm used to it like this,” Andina said, then back to her room oak. “Don't forget to bring application file.”

Akhyar looked towards the wall clock. His eyes suddenly widened when he saw the clock was showing eight o'clock past thirty minutes.

“Woi, what time do you think it is in the morning? It's really noon!” yell Akhyar.

If you are going to the office, according to Akhyar it is very late. What do people say when they see it coming after almost a break?

“Come to the office.” Andina raised her head, then closed the door again.

Akhyar clenched his hands. Yeah, what else can he do now? It was impossible to be in the apartment all day. He had to work to support his mother who had now stopped working from Mr. Satrio's house.

As Akhyar prepared for the office, Andina also went to the campus. He should finish his script as soon as possible. The target, in two months he finished the script. Because of her body condition, Andina decided to take an online taxi.

Not yet gone to the office, Akhyar was exhausted. Everything was done in a hurry. Shower, dress, have breakfast, and check the files as soon as possible.

He had just left after the wall clock showed nine o'clock past twenty. Plus the capital's congestion, Akhyar is getting longer at the office.

Arriving at the Red Lotus Hotel, Akhyar went straight to the reception desk. He asked where Mr. Syarif's room was. Since the person he was looking for was in a meeting outside, he decided to wait on the corner sofa of the lobby.

While waiting, Akhyar sat on the sofa. He watches around. There is nothing special about Pak Satrio's hotel. The name of the White Lotus Hotel is also just a name. There was indeed a small pond in front of the hotel, but in the pond it was only filled with water and some koi fish.

Akhyar standing. He approached the reception desk. “Mbak, if Mr. Satrio comes, please contact me, yes,” he said, leaving his mobile number on a piece of paper.

After leaving the message, Akhyar went to the eighth floor. On the eighth floor, there was a restaurant with not much capacity. He sat at one of the tables. The restaurant was very quiet. Only two tables filled.

A restaurant staff approached Akhyar. “Please, Sir. Menbook,” said the restaurant staff.

Akhyar checked the menu book. As expected, the price of food in the restaurant was very expensive. The order is one serving of fried rice, the cheapest menu there.

While waiting for the fried rice to come, one chat came in from Andina.

‘Can you drive a car?’

Akhyar answered immediately.

‘Can.”

To increase the pocket money, Akhyar did several times work in different places. In addition to the workshop, he also worked in the grocery store, In addition, he received a request for the manufacture of college assignments. After, working on the thesis, he quit it all. He focused on his script to quickly graduate.

‘Please bring a car in the apartment parking lot and pick me up to the cafe. I'll send the address later. My head really hurts.’

‘OK. I'll be here soon.’

Akhyar puffed both of his cheeks. He will pick up Andina after meeting with Mr. Sharif.

“Eh, have you heard the gossip about his son Mr Satrio?”

Akhyar who had just heard one of the restaurant staff talking focused his sense of hearing without turning his head.

“Gossip about Pregnant Sister Andina out of wedlock?”

“You already know?”

“Yes, that. A lot of the staff here already know it all. Luckily one of the restaurant staff stayed near Mr. Satrio's house, so gossip spread quickly.”

“But, that's not gossip, anyway. That's definitely a fact. It is impossible for Mr. Satrio to marry his only daughter to a maid. Where the wedding is simple. It's not like a rich family wedding. In fact, my brother's wedding in the village is more luxurious.”

Akhyar could not stand the conversation of the two restaurant staff. Restaurant guests were almost non-existent, leaving staff with plenty of time to chat.

“My order is wrapped, Mas,” Akhyar said to one of the restaurant staff, then made payment.

Akhyar left the restaurant after receiving the food he ordered. He returned to the hotel lobby. Just as he was about to sit down, his phone shook. Receptionist called. He refused the call, then approached the receptionist.

“Pak Syarif is already in the room, sir. Please go up to the second floor. Later turn right, continue to walk until you find the door written HRD.”

“Thank you, Ma'am.”

Akhyar hurried to the second floor. Fortunately, he had no trouble finding Mr. Sharif's room. Submission of the application file brought. All eyes in the room were on Akhyar. He did not know what other rumors would spread when people found out who he was. Moreover, the position he occupied was now higher than the staff who had worked for many years there.

“I will deliver Mr. Akhyar to the room. Please, Mr.” Mr. Sharif led Akhyar to a room in the left aisle. “This is Mr. Akhyar's room. If you have anything you need, just ask for my help, Mr.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Akhyar walked into his study. There is a shelf containing hundreds of documents on the left. He sat down and felt his chair feel comfortable, but also awkward.

“Already. Do not think too much about the words of others,” Akhyar said to himself.

Akhyar left the room after Andina sent an address. He went home first to the apartment to get a car, then picked up Andina.

The address Andina sent was a cafe. Akhyar entered hurriedly, thinking Andina had waited long enough. However, his forehead suddenly shriveled when he saw Andina was not alone. Eight more people sat with the woman.

“Akyar!” exclaimed Andina, waving her hands.

I hesitated to get closer. He felt a bad feeling. The people sitting with Andina seemed to laugh as they occasionally glanced at her.