Forced to Marry Mr. Tajir
Ride Angkot
Rania went out of the house to get some fresh air. It felt like lingering there made it even more sultry and hot. There are a lot of AC installed. But not because the room is hot, but the occupants of that one.
Rania walked down the street, and she felt a longing for her family. Thinking about going there. Especially seeing his mother. Rania stopped an angkot on the side of the road. It turned out that the angkot he had stopped had no passengers at all. Maybe because it was morning. Rania decided to sit in front. Then the driver ran the car back.
Along the way, the angkot driver looked at the appearance of Rania who used brand and luxury clothes. Looks like this girl's a rich kid. But why ride the angkot? The angkot driver muttered guessing the girl beside him.
On her journey, Rania spends her time daydreaming. His eyes are straight ahead. He remained silent and silent. There was no conversation with the angkot driver who occasionally hummed himself.
I have to live this life until when? I miss my old life so much. Stay with family. Unostentatious. Although my brother and father sometimes hate my presence. But they still love me.
I realized, I was indeed a poor girl like Bagas' older sister said. I realized it without having to. I did dream of living in a luxurious palace like the house I live in now. But I don't want to live with people who don't like me at all. Why should I? Why should I be the one to choose Mr. Bagas to marry him?
Maybe as he thought. She thinks I'm a stupid girl. If it wasn't for my mother, for my family. I wouldn't do something so stupid. Married that evil, arrogant and cruel man.
Instantly Rania realized from her daydream when the angkot turned out to have stopped reaching the destination. On the road a little far from his house.
"The bell has arrived." The driver told me.
"Eh. Oh yes sir."
Rania gave the money as a fare to the transport driver. Then down. Rania was shocked when she saw the figure of the woman walking towards her. Looks like the woman saw him when he got off the angkot.
"Ro." Call the woman, make sure that it's really Rania.
"Sister Nadira? Brother where so early is it already outside the house? Did something happen to Mom?" Tanya Rania in droves.
"Mom's fine Rania." Nadira replied while patting Rania's shoulder slowly.
"Where is your husband?" Asked Nadira who saw Rania come alone, especially earlier he took an angkot.
Rania smiled wryly, in response to her brother's question. Nadira saw his sister was doing something. Nadira invites Rania to stop by a meatball shop which is only 20 meters away from where they stand today.
"Rania, you're okay, right?" Nadira asked worried about her sister.
"As you can see. I'm fine, brother." Rania smiled cheerfully, making sure to her brother that she was okay.
"Did he treat you badly? Insulting you? Make you his slave?"
"My husband treats me very well, my brother, treats me as I am his wife."
"Are you not lying to your sister?" Nadira doubted Rania's words.
"Calm down, brother. Don't worry about me so much. I'm happy with him." Rania tried to convince her sister.
Really am. I feel like I'm a very hypocritical person right now. My words just now 'I'm happy' were so heartbreaking. I am really so sad.
"Have you eaten?" Ask Nadira.
"I ate bread at breakfast."
"So I want to order meatballs for mom and dad. You want?" Bargainly.
"No brother. I'm still full. Thanks."
"Yes, that's it."
Then Nadira stood up from his seat, and approached the meatballs asking for two servings to wrap. Then he went back to the bench he was sitting on. Waiting for the meatballs to finish making it. No more talks with Rania.
Seriate...