The Marriage of Haram II
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Siti Nur sighs long. His sight was weakly directed here and there. As Milna said, there was nothing they could do. The debt that must be paid to Mr. Darmanta is too great. Had he been healthy and not been sick like that, he might have sold himself. He still can not accept if later Milna fell into the hands of Mr. Darmanta.

"Mom, marrying Mr. Darmanta is the only way. Milna is sincere." Milna stopped her words. Tears seemed to bathe both of his eyes. He closed his eyes. A tear fell on his lap. What his mouth said did not match his heart. His heart was like a rebel when he said sincerely married Mr. Darmanta. His heart ached but he tried to fight it. Circumstances gave him no choice to fight back.

"Pak Darmanta may be evil, Mom. But we also don't know what God's secret is going forward. Maybe later God gave guidance to Mr. Darmanta to repent and make him better than us. Obviously, we have no other way, ma'am. After all, Mr. Darmanta just wants to marry me," Milna continued trying hard.

Siti Nur was silent. His chest was tight because he tried to find another way but did not find the answer, making his tears flow again. Milna stared fixedly at Siti Nur's face. He understood very well what Siti Nur was feeling. He sacrificed his whole life to make him happy. To this extent he has not been able to repay his kindness. Don't pay off the debt. Giving him shopping money he was not able to. Some time ago he had thought to take off his niqab and accept whatever work that had been offered to him on condition of removing his niqab. But given the amount of debt that is too large, it may take 50 years to save his salary to pay it off. And he's sure, Mr. Darmanta won't give him that long. He must inevitably return to the last option. Chant yourself to be the wife of Mr. Darmanta. Milna. She took off the hijab she was wearing and rubbed it on Siti Nur's face. After that, he rested in front of Siti Nur. Both hands of Siti Nur held her and placed her on both cheeks.

"Mom, Milna please. Milna doesn't want mom to be burdened with this problem. Let Milna sacrifice for our family. If you're afraid Mr. Darmanta hurt me after marrying me, we're too early to sentence people. As hard as the stone, if it continues to be dripped with water, the stone will definitely be eroded. I beg you, Mom. Let me marry Mr. Darmanta. Hopefully, with God's help, Milna can change Mr. Darmanta" Milna said. Siti Nur lowered her head. After a long while he was silent, he raised his face. Milna's hair was tidied up and put it back on her headscarf.

He then got up and stepped outside the room. Milna soon followed him.

"From tomorrow, Milna doesn't have to go to college anymore, ma'am. Milna doesn't want me to ask for more money on Mr. Darmanta. If only mom had told Milna earlier this matter, we wouldn't have carried this much weight,"

"No, Son. You must finish your graduation. Ever since Mr. Darmanta decided to change his decision to marry you, I've been unwilling to take any more money from him. Your tuition fees are purely from your father's pension, as well as the proceeds from your mother's sale." Siti Nur stopped her words. He held his chest. He felt his whole body start to hurt. He let go of his handrails and laid his body down slowly. Milna immediately got up and went up to the bed. He then helped Siti Nur lift her body to lie more to the middle.

"That's why you never want to check your health. God willing, the savings of the mother are enough to finance you graduation," said Siti Nur weak.

"No, Son. It's not just your ideals. This is also the hope and ambition of the mother. I want to see you live with dignity with the education you have. You have to finish your college. You have to graduate" said Siti Nur. Milna could not say anything. He just gave a long sigh. He then lay down next to Siti Nur. Siti Nur then hugged her. His head was deeply impaled on the arm of Siti Nur's hand. So long did Siti Nur hide the burden in her heart. He who was so burdenless spent his days by going to college, never knowing that Siti Nur all these days in the pressure of Pak Darmanta. He felt that he had not given happiness to Siti Nur. Even if now he decided to sincerely marry Mr. Darmanta, he only reduced his burden. Siti Nur will never be happy with her marriage. But there's something he can do.

Milna raised her head slowly as she heard a small snore from Siti Nur's mouth. Milna smiled and stared long at Siti Nur's face. The tiredness of his body had defeated a huge burden in his mind. But his dull-looking face was carrying the weight of his mind into his sleep.

Milna sighed softly. The blanket that covered half of Siti Nur's body was pulled slowly upward to cover the top of her chest. After slowly peeling Siti Nur, Milna again laid her body beside Siti Nur. His gaze looked meaningfully at the ceiling of the room. After a long moment of looking away at the ceiling of the room, he suddenly closed his eyes. He held onto his chest, rubbing it while unceasingly shaking it.

"Astaghfirullah," Siti Nur urged.

"I'm sorry, God. I'm a khilaf, Yes, God. I'm khilaf. Astaghfirullahal Regime..."

Milna got up and leaned her back. He still shakes. He still could not believe what he had just plucked in his heart. When his mind was blank, the demon seemed to come whispering him into doing something no-no. Things that are forbidden to religion in order to avoid marrying Mr. Darmanta. Sell yourself at a fantastic price. Four hundred million rupiahs. Some time ago he had thought that he deserved the price for his virginity, until he realized that marrying Mr. Darmanta is much better than having to sell himself. Even if he is the worst man in the world.

Adzan Dhuhur's voice rang out. Milna gave a long sigh. He slowly got out of bed. He walked to the door where he hung his bag. From inside the bag he pulled out his phone. Today's incident has forgotten her meeting her guidance counselor today. The motorbike used and used by Siti Nur was not able to enter and was still parked outside the house.

Milna slowly opened the door and stepped out of the house. After entering the two motorcycles parked outside, he then called his guidance counselor.