THE ESCAPED BRIDE ESCAPED
13. Towards Marriage

Aya look for gaps between the ceiling that is installed very neatly. He tried to gouge the thin wooden sheet with his finger. But it didn't work.

"Why is he nailed so strong!" his gerrick.

Chequek!

Aya's hand became shaky after hearing the sound of the door lock being turned. Quickly his palm traced the surface of the ceiling so as not to fall. The chair under the ringklik had already begun to sway due to his nervousness.

"Mr Aya!"

Radit's unexpected shout watched his brother like that, startling the mami and the two security outside the door. Everyone comes in and gets stunned.

Aya was also shocked to hear Radit's thunderous scream. His feet could no longer stabilize the position of the plastic bench and the improperly fitting dingklik.

Both of his steps shifted. Unfortunately, Aya found no grip at all. As the dingklik slipped to the floor with a thud. Aya resigned if you have to fall also to the floor like a rotten jackfruit.

"Aaaaaaaa ...!" loud shouting.

"Yes!" mom screamed in fear.

Radit and the two security guards quickly ran up to the table and tried to catch Aya's flying body.

Aya's body fell down with two apes Security. "Aduuuhhh ..," he lamented while holding his aching waist.

"The one who should have complained of pain was Mr. Sarpan and Mas Ipung!" mami said while helping Aya stand up.

"Pity of you two!"

Radit's insinuation was directed at his brother. But Aya was too preoccupied with the pain in her back, to not care for her sister's spicy words.

The two security were grimacing. Both backs like they want to be broken overwritten by Aya with hard. Both are still looking to the ceiling, whether there is damage or not.

"It has. Go rest a little bit there. Let me take care here," Radit told two security men at his house.

"Thank you, Mas Radit," they answered in unison, then went out of the room.

This time she was no longer gentle with her daughter. "Do you really want to leave mommy this way? Have you never taught me to be responsible?" mom's voice was very firm. Sad to be angry.

Aya looked down, her eyes watering. Not because of sadness scolded by mami, but because it did not manage to escape and instead suffered from back pain. Now he just wanted to lie down for a moment.

"Sure to rest" he said weakly.

"No more nonsense, Aya. Mommy doesn't trust you anymore!" answer mom firmly.

"Don't consider mami, papi and eyed, cruel to you. But try to look at your behavior all this time. It was Aya who had already acted so cruelly towards this family!" Mammy's words struck. As if he could answer the question in his heart.

"Aya tired of being our daughter? Tired of living with mom and dad? Tired of hearing the advice?" ask mami.

"That's it. If Aya does not want to be part of this family, Aya can leave. Please go wherever you want. And do whatever you want. Maybe we're taking your life too seriously. If you want to be free, mom won't ban you anymore. Go ahead! The door is wide open for you to leave. But, don't ever come back here! Mami will assume she never gave birth to you!"

Mami came out after saying the most hurtful words a mother could possibly say.

Aya looked at mami's back. And yes, the door of the room is no longer closed. The door was left wide open. Aya could see the busyness of the people who went back and forth in the house. Aya can see her sister Radit memapah mami go towards the room mami and papi.

"Let's go, if you want to go, here's your chance!" part of him took her away. But her feet felt as heavy as a rock after listening to the words of mami just now.

"I've hurt mommy like that" he murmured sadly. Her tears are flowing. Apparently, seeing my mother sick until she was swept by Radit, making her heart hurt too.

Gayatri stared at the wedding dress hanging in the corner of the room, near the wardrobe. He takes a long breath and exhales slowly. Once he did a few times, until his heart became as light as cotton. He no longer thinks about anything else. Aya just wanted to wipe away her mother's tears and treat her mammary heart wound by obeying whatever the family decided.

Aya got up from her sleep and stepped up to close the door again. Now she wanted to wear the wedding dress she had chosen a few days ago.

Aya was wearing her own clothes. By sitting in front of the mirror, she could see her makeup being slightly damaged by the previous incident.

After wearing the bride's kebaya, tidying up again make up that had previously been worn by mami.

The girl then sat quietly on the bed. "alright. Marrying anyone is no longer important. All these consequences I have to endure!" muttered.

Aya was resigned to her condition.

Two hours later, the door to his room was opened. Papi came in and was surly.

"It's time. Your future husband has come," said papi.

"Who, Pi?" Aya ventured to ask.

"That doesn't matter anymore. Most importantly, you are married today! After that you want to behave as weird as anything, then it's none of our business anymore!" answer papi ruthlessly.

Aya looked down inside. He stood up and was ready to follow the footsteps of the papi towards the designated place.

Aya tucked her hand into her papal arm. He did not refuse at all. He's calm now. The two of them stepped slowly into the wedding hall.

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