Chapter 3. You cheap woman!

“Afgan,” he whispered, Achmed's eyes flashing, ”You cannot cancel this wedding. Your parents have made their decision, and you must abide by it.”

Afgan looked at his father with angry eyes. “But father, I cannot marry such a woman. I... I feel humiliated.”

Achmed pressed his son's arm tighter, “listen to me!”

Achmed gave him a sharp look, “If you call off this marriage, I will cross out your name from the family legacy. You will not inherit anything from us. You will lose everything.”

Gluck!

Afgan swallowed his saliva violently.

After saying this, Achmed again called out to the guests. “The party continues, please enjoy the meal and please give your blessings to the bride and groom!” Achmed exclaimed and then sat back down beside the aisle chair as if nothing major had happened.

Afgan sat with a vague feeling in his heart that was rumbling.

His father's words had created a tense silence between them. Afgan felt himself being dragged into a trap, caught between an unwanted marriage and a shattered sense of self-worth. He felt disconnected, like there was a huge mountain pressing down on him. She pondered the consequences of the actions she was considering, driven by the hatred and humiliation she felt.

In a crowd of happy guests, Afgan sat on the aisle seat with bitterness in his heart. He glanced at Adelia, the woman who would become his wife, with eyes full of irritation.

There was no light of happiness in her eyes, only a look of judgment and contempt. He felt disappointed and angry at not knowing the secret Adelia was hiding.

“What's this all about?” muttered Afgan in exasperation, his voice almost drowned out by the noise of the celebration. Not once had he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists in disappointment.

He felt humiliated, felt like he was being mocked by his destiny which had led him to a woman he didn't deserve!

Meanwhile, Adelia felt Afgan's piercing gaze piercing into her soul. She knew that she had lost the trust and respect of the man who would become her husband. A feeling of shame crept into her heart, but behind the shame, there was deep disappointment and sadness.

Adelia did not stop cursing herself and regretting what had happened. Adelia glanced at her father who was sitting beside the aisle seat and laughed happily. She sighed with relief.

“Let me suffer, as long as Father can smile happily like that,” Adelia muttered to herself, trying to strengthen her fragile self.

...

The glittering, festive atmosphere of the wedding began to subside as the guests left the party room. Adelia and Afgan spent their first night in a VVIP room that Achmed-Afgan's father had prepared in the Mutiara International Hotel, where Adelia worked.

In a room decorated with roses and aromatherapy candles, tension hung in the air. Both their parents had gone home, leaving the young couple in the silence of the dark night.

As the hotel room door slammed shut, they felt the tense atmosphere fill the room. Adelia, who still carried a dark secret in her heart, felt anxiety permeate every fiber of her body.

Afgan, though oppressed by the lingering feeling of humiliation, looked at Adelia with suspicious eyes.

In the silence, Afgan finally broke the silence, his voice filled with disbelief and anger. “What really happened, Adelia? Were you fooling around with another man before our wedding day?” he asked sharply, his eyes staring intently at Adelia.

Adelia, speechless and overwhelmed by the accusation, tried to find words. However, a deep sense of guilt kept her silent. She knew that she could not defend herself, that she had to bear the consequences of her reckless actions.

Her face was pale and her lips trembled as she tried to find words.

“I-I...”

“Afgan, I can't argue with that,” Adelia said in a weak and fragile voice. “I... I know I was wrong, but I couldn't lie to you.”

The words rang out in the stillness of the night, creating a silence that felt so heavy. For a moment, Afgan felt his world crumble, he felt as though he had been betrayed by the woman who had just become his wife. Disappointment, anger, and heartbreak coalesced within him, creating an uncontrollable storm of emotions.

“Did you think it would just go away? What you did was treason, Adelia! How can I trust you after all this? You're a cheap woman!”

Adelia broke down sobbing at the insult by the husband she had just married. “Afgan, I know I was wrong. I regret it, but I can't go back and change it. I hope you can forgive me. Give me a chance,” Adelia said through her sobs.

“We have become husband and wife.”

Adelia's words made Afgan even angrier.

“Husband and wife you say, huh? Husbands and wives don't play games and don't lie to their partners, Adelia. I feel devastated to be married to you!”

Adelia tried to reach Afgan's hand, “Afgan, I promise I will try to fix it. I promise I will never hurt you. Please give me a chance to prove that I can change.”

“A chance? I need time, Adelia. I need time to think about it. But right now, my feelings are so mixed. I feel devastated by what you did. I'm even disgusted by the sight of you.” Afgan brushed Adelia's hand away roughly.

The argument left them in an emotionally charged silence, each feeling hurt and tormented by the complicated situation. A sense of disappointment and anger permeated the room, creating a deep divide between them.

“You can't expect things to change with just words of apology, Adelia. This betrayal makes me doubt everything about this marriage,” Afgan said.

“You even spent the night with another man on the day before our wedding and did...”

Although Adelia tried to apologize and Afgan tried to understand her, the dark secret had created a chasm between them that was difficult to overcome.

Adelia replied with teary eyes, “Afgan, I know words are not enough. I will prove it with action, I will...”

Afgan shot a sharp look and made Adelia unable to continue her sentence.

“ ... tell me what I have to do, and I will do it,” Adelia said softly because she knew that if Afgan divorced her, then she would have to pay a very large dowry.

Her father had already used the dowry money to cover some of his gambling debts.

“I need time to think about it, Adelia. But I want you to know, there's no promise that I can forget this easily. We have to work together to overcome all of this, or this marriage will be ruined before it even starts.”

Adelia nodded weakly. “What should I do?” she asked as she wiped away her tears.

“First, wipe away your baby tears! I'm disgusted by them!” Afgan said angrily and picked up his clothes.

“Second! Don't come out of this room. I don't want my parents to know that I'm staying in another room because I'm disgusted with you!”

Bam!

Afgan kicked the door so hard that it closed. Leaving Adelia kneeling on the floor as her body weakened against the reality she would face in the future.

“He's going to hate me! What kind of marriage am I going to have?” Adelia asked herself while screaming hysterically in the spacious and luxurious room.