An Unwanted Match
(JYTD) ~01
"kyyaaaa! Whoareyou?! Why are you naked in my house?!" a woman shouted very loudly at the young man, throwing all the objects nearby.
Bugs!
The young man named Galang Harun spontaneously stood up and blocked his face from hitting the object that was thrown by the woman.
"Tante, stop! I'm not a bad guy!" yell Galang.
He ran around the small enough room area to avoid the throw directed at him.
He was also surprised not to play, because now he can clearly see with his own eyes that at this time he only wears his jeans.
He took one by one the clothes and jackets scattered on the floor while avoiding the throws.
On the other hand, he also saw a blonde girl named Arasella Theana Poland on a thin carpet began to put on a sad face while holding her whole body. His body was still clad in clothes, but he was no less shocked by the two people fighting in front.
"You? Why are you still here?" asked Thea softly behind her tears that began to break.
While the middle-aged mother named Lestat was not stopping to throw Galang with all her might.
"What are you doing with my son?! What did you two do last night? Answer!" asked Bu Lestat very loudly while throwing a vase of flowers towards Galang.
He looks crying.
And that makes Galang so wrong, because he himself did not remember last night what he had done.
"The, I don't do anything about you. Please, he's nyokap lo, right? Please tell your nyokap if we do not do what to do," said Galang.
Thea kept crying.
"lik! You two must have committed adultery last night! Otherwise, why don't you wear clothes?! You have desecrated the sanctity of my son! You dick!" said Bu Lestat again while pushing Galang's body behind his sobbing.
"Tante, I didn't touch Thea! The vow! I didn't say anything about him, it's just a misunderstanding." Struggling to explain what happened.
But instead of responding to his words the woman looked sharply at Thea who was still silent in her place, until not how long she approached Thea quickly and berated the girl.
"What are you doing now?! You really disappointed me!" said Bu Lestat while beating Thea with both hands.
Thea continued to cry while bowing her head and protecting her face from the target of her palm.
"Mother, I'm sorry. I also don't know why he's in this house" Thea later said.
"Now you dare lie to mom? Exorbitant! Thea, what the hell is on your mind? Mother's job is a maid! But I don't want you to be rich mom! I do ask you to work and quit school, but this isn't what you want!" shouted Bu Lestat again as he continued to beat Thea relentlessly.
Slapping, grabbing and pushing Thea's body he did so hard to vent all his misery.
He who was still standing was unable to hold back his tears as Thea hugged her legs and bent her knees in front of him with the same cry.
"Mom, this is not true. Help me believe in me, I can't help it" explained Thea as she hugged her mother's legs tightly.
But Bu Lestat instead put away his hand and stepped towards the frail young man who was still inside the house.
THE PLAQUE!
A loud slap struck Galang's cheek with no Galang preventing him in the slightest.
"You have to take responsibility! Marry my son," said Lestat in a soft tone but sounded quite jerking the two young people nearby.
TEG!
Galang and Thea's eyes were perfectly rounded together when they heard Bu Lestat's words just now.
"What?" They simultaneously do not believe.
Thea's breathing grew more and more unsettled, her crying became more and more when she heard her mother's words, it was even worse than what she thought.
The scholarship he had been defending and fighting for would be gone in an instant, let alone his graduation was one step away.
It's bad, especially if he's actually married to someone he never loved. He did know Galang but it was just a friend, nothing more. Moreover, he also quite knows the nature of the urakan youth in his small contract.
Thea hurriedly grabbed her mother's leg again and cried out, she was afraid. He was really afraid that would happen to him.
"Mother, please. Trust me, don't marry me the same as him. I can explain it all to Mom why she's here" Thea said, clutching her at her mother's feet.
"Sorry Aunt, I won't admit to that. Because I also feel not guilty at all," said Galang added in a firm tone, he put back one by one his clothes were about to leave the place that made the morning became chaotic. And try not to care about the two who are crying.
GREPS!
When he was about to step away, suddenly Bu Lestat held Galang's hand very tightly.
"Where are you going? Going home? Come on, I'll come! I'll ask your parents for answers to what you did to my son" Ms Lestat said with a serious look.
Galang and Thea were getting jolted.
Especially when Lestat began to pull Galang's hand forcefully towards the door of his house.
"Mother! Mother please don't, no, ma'am. Nay! It's not like what you see, please, you have to trust me" Thea said, holding her mother's leg tight until she was knocked down on the floor.
But it seems Lestat does not want to listen to any more explanations, until he has now managed to bring Galang out of his house and really intends to go to the house of Galang.
While Galang did not break his stance, he felt he did nothing to Thea that required him to take responsibility for the girl.
Until he let go of Bu Lestat's grip on her and immediately ran away from them, as fast as lightning and headed outside the fence of the small house.
Yet what he saw in front of him was extremely jolting and sufficient to withstand his footsteps.
"Isn't he?" said wonder.
His eyes widened as he looked at the middle-aged man before him with a sharp look.
He was shocked not to play, how could his father be here? While he himself did not tell anyone where he was all night.
Ah, maybe he forgot? His father was hard and protective. He must have searched from last night so he could find it so early.
He was overwhelmed by the arrival of his father.
While Bu Lestat and Thea also ran out of the fence and found Galang and his father near their house.
"Don't run away! You have to take responsibility for my son! How dare you fuck my son! You dick!" shouted Bu Lestat loudly while beating Galang again using the broomstick he was carrying.
Thea was still crying behind her mother, trying to hold back.
"Tante, I told you. I didn't do Thea! Aunt misunderstood me!" galang defended himself.
"What do you mean?" ask the man who stood firm then at the middle-aged woman.
"He! This guy fucked my son last night, you son of a bitch!" answer Lestat, insults and relentless punching on Galang.
"What?" Mr. Yahya-dad Galang widened both eyes staring sharply.
He turned to his father, Dang! It seems like the father believed what this woman said. It could be seen from the glare of those razor-sharp eyes full of anger.
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Once things start to get a little cold. Galang, Thea and the two old men are now sitting in Thea's house with only a mat.
Ms. Lestat had already calmed down, although her eyes were still watering from deep sadness.
Thea was still crying and just looked down next to her mother with fear starting to spread throughout the syraf vein in her head.
While Galang, he looks indifferent and does not care about the circumstances around.
And Mr. Yahya, still trying to hold back the emotions in the child just the wayangnya.
The beginning of their conversation began by listening to the explanation from Galang and Thea, from the beginning until finally Galang ended up in this house overnight.
Having his son sleep with an unclothed young man in the house and just the two of them made him unable to think positively anymore. Moreover, many neighbors have also seen and witnessed their riots this morning.
"The lady I want, this boy should marry my son. He must be responsible," said Lestat to Pak Yahya and Galang, his voice was soft but did not reduce his anxiety on this issue.
"Bah! I don't want to, I don't know him. Why should I take responsibility?" said Galang slightly sniffled and looked annoyed at Thea.
Because last night he only helped someone who was in trouble and he accidentally ran to enter this house. Until his own illness relapsed and .. argh! Why is everything so hard to explain? He had forgotten what happened next.
"Shut up!" yahya sir snapped at Galang with his sharp gaze.
Galang then fell silent a thousand languages, while Thea was seen to continue crying since then and not staring anywhere else but down.
"He still has to marry my daughter! Who would be ashamed if this happened? Or else I would be screaming right now to the whole village so that everyone knows the son of a famous lawyer in front of me" said Lestat full of threats.
Galang turned his head towards his father who still survived with silence.
It was not a request for responsibility that he was worried about right now, but rather the woman's threat to his father.
And he began to be able to read what decision his father would take.
Thea lowered her head more and more, both hands clenched and squeezing each other. He was afraid, afraid of the one word that would come out from the lips of the middle-aged man who was beside the rancid. Because, that one word would change his entire life and the entire struggle during this time.
"Why are you silent? Then I'll scream right now!" threaten Lestat got up from his seat quickly.
"Mother, please don't!" Thea again held her footsteps with a tight grip on both feet.
"Wait," said Mr. Yahya.
Everyone turned their heads towards him and Bu Lestat also stopped stepping.
Within minutes, Mr. Yahya was still silent and not looking in anyone's direction.
Until finally, the word came out of the lips of the tall and thin-moustached man, short.
"Give me time to think about this matter, Madam," said Mr. Yahya in a flat tone.
"Good! But I want them to stay married. Or else I'll take the case to the law. Because he dared to enter people's homes without permission!"
The eyes of Galang and Thea were perfectly rounded together when they heard the words of their parents just now.
They both seemed to be in disbelief with the decision that was considered too hasty.
Galangpun got up from sitting with annoyance and stared intently at his father.
"I don't want to! And I'll never do anything Papah said!" said Galang slightly shouted while stepping his feet left them all, but before that he looked towards Thea once again.
He wanted to curse hard at someone.
"Damn it. Because of the Toad I became rich gini! Look out if you meet."
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Arriving at the house Galang forcibly pulled by his father quite hard.
After some time ago the father held all his emotions, this time he will forget for a moment all the work and rank out there to teach his son a lesson.
"Sit there!" said Mr. Yahya, firmly after he and Galang reached the house.
"No," said Galang flat-pitched, turning his gaze in the other direction.
He was very lazy, because the one place the father asked him was not a sofa or other seat.
But a small carpet that he always sat on since childhood if he was exposed to punishment from his father. If he was a child, he would sit for an hour as punishment. But now?
"Sit down!" Once again Mr. Yahya pulled Galang's hand and immediately sat him on the carpet, still seemed emotional.
Pasrah galang.
Because even if he ran anywhere, his father would definitely still find him and he would still get a punishment even more severe if he ran away.
After he bent his knees on the carpet, he bowed his head down.
"Grow your hands!" said Mr. Yahya again rather loudly.
Silent, he slowly extended his hands forward.
THE PLAQUE!
One slash of a thin and long wood was struck by Yahya sir on Galang very hard. Until it sounded a little thin ringing out of Galang's mouth.
"What else are you doing now? What?!" snapped Pak Yahya later.
Galang quietly did not answer and could only endure the pain in both hands.
THE PLAQUE!
Once again the sabetan landed on both arms of Galang hard enough to immediately turn red.
"During this time, Papah is trying to educate you well! Trying to understand what you want and trying to be patient with your behavior, is it necessary that in this way you repay everything?!" snapped Pak Yahya again while repeatedly beating the thin wood on Galang.
Galang is still silent.
"How dare you defame our family! Are you satisfied now? Is this what you want?!" keep up Mr. Yahya again.
Because it is too hard and often, now both hands Galang already full of cuts and even bruises.
While Galang was still silent for a while waiting for his father to finish talking and vent all emotions to him.
It hurt, but it was nothing compared to what he felt in his heart right now.
"You've got the courage to fuck girls out there, and what else are you going to do in the future? What do you really want all this time? Until you dare to do something out of bounds?"
Galang still had not seen his father's eyes for a while, but he knew his father was tired of beating his hands.
He tried not to care what his father said. But this wound, had already awakened him with one thing.
"Is Papah finished? If Papah is finished, I will talk what I want ..," said Galang then while lowering his hands, tingling and sore.
Mr. Yahya began to regulate the breath that went up and down because of emotions, slowly. And looked at the child who was still sitting on the carpet.
"I just want one thing in my life, Pah. One thing, can Papah make Mama call my name?" galang said softly and flatly without seeing his father at all.
Mr. Yahya was stunned. He pressed his hand on the wood.
"I don't care, Papah will punish me to any extent even if I die at Papah's hands I will accept. I know, Papah did it because Papah cares about me" Galang said.
"But me, I'm not going to stop doing the same thing now until Mama notices me only once. Once was enough if it was a very hard thing he did to me. This pain is not yet. Do whatever Papah wants, but that one request and this one reason I will never change" said Galang slowly as he moved from his carpet and looked at his father with a flat gaze.
He passed into the room.
Mr. Yahya slammed his body on the sofa. Massaging his forehead for a moment thinking about the words of Galang. He is completely out of his mind to face the behavior of Galang the last 2 years.
The boy, but his nature is not like this before. He was a good and obedient boy, but now he is a son of dissident and acting like his own.
It has been 10 years in this house. But Rini Setyowati - his wife still has not received the presence of Galang let alone accept him as a child.
What's he supposed to do? While both Rini and Galang remain like water and oil if they meet.
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