You're Not a Figurant
[POV Alex] Ch 11 - Requesting Restu

"Searching Me?" Khansa's father looked back at me wondering. Maybe he forgot my face. The last time I went to Khansa's house was going to Jakarta ten years ago. It is only natural that he has forgotten.

"Yes Sir. I have a need with Father and Mother." Khansa's father was at the door, while I was outside the fence. Even though he still had a big question mark on his face, Dad came over to the fence and opened the door for me.

"Yes marketing? Want to offer savings? I already have savings in the bank..."

"Bu-not Sir. I came here because I have personal needs. Nothing to do with banking or any other company."

"Oh, personal needs. I think marketing bank. Let's go in." Dad opened the door for me. Permit me to enter. I feel like I've entered the tiger enclosure, who somehow got out of it alive. "Mom, make coffee. We have guests." cried Father.

A short while later a calm-faced middle-aged woman entered the living room. The information I got from stalking Khansa for many years made me know that the middle-aged woman was Khansa's stepmother who seemed to treat Khansa and her sister well.

"Dad's Guests?"

"Guest We both. He said there was a need for us. You don't owe me in the bank, do you?" Dad asked in full search.

"No, not Dad. How dare I owe you without Dad's knowledge. I made you drink first." Then she went to the kitchen. It was just me and Dad in that room. I'm really very nervous. I looked at me with a probing look.

"I can't wait to hear it. But let's wait for my wife first."

"Yes Father." We kept quiet with each other. Seven minutes later, Mother came and brought us two cups of coffee. I don't know why I'm so scared to see that hot liquid. I was afraid Dad would throw that liquid in my face once he knew the truth. I'm getting pale.

"Well, it's complete now. If you can tell, who are you? What need is it? How can there be a need with both of us?" ask me to open the conversation. I took a deep breath. Prepare mentally for all the possibilities that occur.

"Meet you, Mother, my name is Alex. I am a friend of Khansa High School. Back then High School I was here quite often. My arrival here is related to Khansa..."

"You want to find Khansa? He's in Surabaya. Work there. Two months ago there was also Khansa. Maksa asked for his number. Are you here the goal is like that too?" I looked at me with a suspicious look. Makes my guts worse. Seeing his daughter wanted by a man only Dad was as protective as that, imagine if he knew I had impregnated his favorite child. I will definitely be skinned alive!!

"Bu-not Dad... I-I'm not here to look for Khansa. I know Khansa where.." Because I was too nervous, I called Khansa's father with the call *ayah*.

"What are you here for?"

"I came to ask for my blessing. Khansa is pregnant with my son. Allow me to marry her." I got out of my chair and knelt before Khansa's parents. I bow my head deeply. I have revealed my purpose. Now I can only surrender.

The mood seemed quiet. I held my breath. Waiting for the next scene to happen. Maybe I'll take punches, kicks and other violent attitudes. It's okay, as long as I'm allowed to marry Khansa, I'll be treated like anything.

"Co-try repeat... Ta-tadi I didn't really hear.." Dad's voice seemed to tremble. He seemed unsure of the news he had just heard. While I hear a sobbing sound. Mom was crying.

"I'm Alex. I've impregnated Father's daughter. Please allow me to marry her." I raise my voice. Silence, no sound. All that was heard was the sound of Mother's sobbing getting more intense.

"Be-dare!! How dare!!"

"Dad!!" shouting Mother.

I have pain in my right cheek. I fell backwards. Apparently I've received a blow.

"Stop Well!!"

"Deliver!!" I shook my hand, Mother held him back and came closer to me. He grabbed me by the collar and hit me again.

"Baj*ngan You!!"

BUUUUKKKU!!

Now my left cheek is hit. I let Dad hit me. That's my reward for having made love to Khansa before marrying her. Reward for me for looking for Khansa too late. This blow is nothing.

"Dian!! Fians!! Wake up!! Grab Dad!!" Mom screaming. Moments later Fian appeared from the direction of the room. His face looked sleepy. But as soon as he saw the scene before his eyes, he immediately ran over and restrained Father's body.

"B*you bastard!! B*jang!! How dare it be to my daughter!!" Dad was very emotional. Her face flushed. There was a flash of anger in his eyes. Fian holds Dad's body. Prevent him from hitting me. Father's body trembled, looking extremely restraining with anger. Fian took Dad to the room, trying to calm him down. Mom started to approach me. His face was filled with tears. My mother encouraged me to sit back in the chair. Then he began to clean the blood on my lips that broke due to the blow of Dad's punch.

"Is what you're saying right, son?" ask Mom while still cleaning my little wound. I nodded my head. Mother's cries are getting louder. I feel so guilty about him.

"Where is he now? Aahh, my poor daughter..." Mom's back sobbing. Finished cleaning my wounds, Mom to the room. It seems he was calming the emotionally looking Dad.

Almost an hour I waited, before Dad finally came back to see me in the living room. His face was calm, although there was still a flash of anger in it.

"Tell me everything" he said calmly. Feeling given the chance, I started telling her everything. I've had a lot of love for Khansa since High School. Farewell for years. We met at a reunion, which caused Us to be together. The disaster my family suffered, which required me to be abroad for months. My delay is finding Khansa. My meeting with Khansa today in Malang with an enlarged stomach. Until Khansa's refusal to marry me.

Mother's cry grew louder at my explanation. While Dad was the opposite. He looks so angry.

"This, this is not entirely your fault!! You're wrong!! But that kid was wrong too!! How dare he lie to his parents?! Get out of work!! Move to Malang!! And get pregnant out of wedlock?! Since when was he smart to lie like that?! I won't forgive him!!" Dad looked really furious. I feel so guilty for Khansa.

"No Sir. It was entirely my fault. I made it like that. I'm late looking for him..."

"You're wrong!! But he's more wrong!! If he can take good care of himself, he can't possibly want to get in touch with you, even though you just met!! That means he can't take care of himself!! Not thinking about your parents feelings!! Not afraid of God!! He is so wrong!!" Dad became more angry. Whatever words I will use to defend Khansa will be of no use. Dad was screaming, which is the point he blamed Khansa. Satisfied yelling, he focused his attention on me.

"Then, what's your plan?!" tanyakanya.

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