Forced to Marry My Maid's Son
Andina Accident

Akhyar's first day of work at the White Lotus Hotel finally began. As a manager, he immediately looked for what was wrong in the management of the hotel. The location of the White Lotus Hotel is quite good. However, there are some competitors who have only been established two years ago. From his room, Akhyar could see the two rival hotels.

The door of Akhyar's room was knocked by someone.

“Log in!” yang Akhyar's.

What appeared was a man with graying hair. Akhyar jumped out of his chair. He stood up, immediately welcoming the newly arrived man.

“Please sit down, Sir.” Akhyar pointed to the sofa in front of his desk.

Mr. Sharif came to the window. He stared at his growing rival hotel. “I don't know what's wrong. I've tried my best. I'm trying to get all the facilities at this hotel in good condition. Any complaints, resolved for the satisfaction of hotel guests. But, still people who stay at this hotel are getting fewer.”

For a moment, Mr. Sharif turned to Akhyar. He then approached the owner of the room.

“The person who occupied this chair earlier was my best friend. I trust him a lot because I've known him for years. But, his name is man.” Mr. Sharif laughed. “Money often blinds humans. He forgot the person who helped him was at the point now.”

“What person is that—“

“Yes. He tricked me. After manipulating the hotel's financial files, retrieving operational money, he wasn't satisfied either. He wants me to fall. Since he was my best friend, without a second thought, I immediately agreed when he offered me an investment. I don't have time to figure out that investment. I forget, even people you know can be predators when dealing with money.”

Mr. Sharif turned around. He raised both shoulders and lowered them. “I expect nothing from you. I just wanted to say, don't even think about taking anything away from me. Because if I knew something was missing from this company and you did it, you'd be sorry.”

The look on Akhyar's face changed immediately. The purpose of Mr. Sharif came to his room not to mince words or welcome him as a new work, but to warn him.

“Of course I won't take anything from here, Sir.” Akhyar sighed. He tries not to look intimidated. “I'll make sure everything stays like this when I go later. And, it seems I need to emphasize also to Mr. Sharif. I married Andina out of return. I also work here because of reply.”

“Good if you think like that.” Mr. Sharif patted Akhyar on the shoulder three times, then left the room.

Akhyar shook until the door closed again. He sat in his chair laughing. His sharp eyes were staring around. He felt a waste of time thinking about the best thing that could bring change to the White Lotus Hotel. Why think about it if he would leave his job after divorcing Andina later?

Life is funny for him. Sometimes, he felt he had to mean it to get something. However, sometimes all the effort he did felt futile. In fact, before starting. Good intentions do not necessarily get a good reception from others. That's what Akhyar is going through now.

Akhyar's phone rang just as he was about to grab the mouse. A phone screen showing Andina's name.

Akhyar rolled his eyeballs. He took the phone, then shifted the green button.

“What's up?” Akhyar asked in a stark tone.

“Please pick me up at home. I brought the leftover stuff.”

Akhyar put down the phone. He left the phone for a while. It was enough he heard the rambling of Mr. Sharif earlier. He did not want to hear the voice of the man's daughter.

Almost five minutes, Akhyar was just shaking. He took a deep breath as he could, then threw it away slowly. He repeated it a few times.

After feeling calmer, he put the phone back in his ear.

“Akyar!” Andina yelled no matter how many times.

“Sorry, I can't pick you up. I just started working. There's a lot I have to learn here in order to be a little useful for the company.”

Without hearing any response from Andina, Akhyar hung up the phone. He even turned off his phone so that Andina would not bother him anymore. Then he did what he could do.

***

Once the phone is connected to the internet network, several chat notifications and missed phones appear. From Andina, Bu Rini, Bu Nani, and Pak Syarif.

Akhyar reads the chat from Bu Nani because his mother is the main one for him. His eyes suddenly widened as he read the chat.

‘Andina accident. Quickly come to Hospital Cahaya Medika.’

Akhyar hastily ordered a taxi online. He read the chat sent by Andina, Bu Rini, and Pak Syarif. Everyone asked his whereabouts.

“Goblok!” akhyar was on the side of the road until some people turned to him.

The taxi he ordered came. Akhyar jumped in. He tried to call Ms. Nani. However, his phone was not picked up. Worried about Andina's condition, Akhyar turns to Bu Rini's number.

This time, the one on his phone picked up.

“Where have you been? Why didn't you pick up the phone earlier? You don't know what's going on? Andina accident. It's all because of you!”

Akhyar did not answer. He admitted that what happened to Andina was his fault. Had he bred to pick up Andina earlier, this would not have happened.

From Bu Rini's voice, Akhyar draws the conclusion that Andina is fine. There was no sadness heard, only explosive anger.

Akhyar is not afraid to accept Bu Rini's tantrums. He still goes to the hospital.

Along the way to the hospital, Akhyar still keeps trying to call his mother. Fortunately, Bu Nani lifted up before he arrived.

“How are conditions Andina, Bu?” ask Akhyar.

“Where have you been, Yar? How many times did you call me?”

“Sorry, Mom. My HP was disabled.”

“Quick you came here. Mom wait in lobby.”

“Iya. I'm almost there, Mom. But what about Andina. She's fine, ‘kan?”

“Thank God, he's fine. He's just in shock.”

“The connection is also?”

“Iya. He and his content are fine.”

Akhyar breathed a sigh of relief. He leaned his back. After confirming Andina's condition, he could be calmer.

Not long after, Akhyar arrived at the hospital. He ran over to Bu Nani. They then rushed to Andina's nursing room.

At Andina's open door, Akhyar remained silent. He looked at the woman lying in bed. The woman's face was pale and there was a small bandage on her forehead.

Again the irritation that had filled Akhyar's chest this morning disappeared instantly, changing with a deep sense of guilt.