Meet future husband

Tonight we were all sitting in our respective places, and when I came out of the room because my mother called me, I saw two foreign men, and one of them was chatting with my father. "Which one is my future husband?" I thought.

Then I was invited to sit by my father. "This is the woman who will marry me?" asked a man who was talking to my father. From the way he spoke, the man looked haughty and arrogant. I didn't expect to marry a man like him.

"That's right, Mr. She is Anyelir," Dad politely answered the man's question, who I interpret is 26 years old, well-built, and tall.

"What is the advantage that you offer him as collateral for your debt?" The man's words really offended me. What did he say? Am I a debt redeemer? I really wanted to fight back, but seeing how Father spoke timidly to that man, I'm sure this man in front of me was no ordinary person.

"Emmm, I guarantee, Mr., that my daughter will be very obedient to you and not act as much as you want," replied Father convincingly. I feel like merchandise is being offered, and tonight my own parents are bringing my pride down.

"Okay, I don't want to beat around the bush; the wedding will be held in one week," the man decided unilaterally, and of course my parents just nodded obediently. but, after saying that, he immediately left with the man who was supposed to be her personal assistant. In fact, Mother had already cooked quite a lot, thinking that maybe they would have dinner together. I was about to step away from my parents because I felt we had nothing more to talk about. Everything is very clear: in one week, I will leave this house and assume the status of a wife. Wife? I never even imagined that I would get married at such a young age—22 years old.

"Anyelir," my father's soft voice called to me, making me turn around and answer his call.

"What's wrong, Dad?" I asked gently.

"Can we talk, dear?" From the tone of his voice, it was very clear that Father wanted to talk about my wedding later, so I finally decided to sit back facing Father while Mother had already entered the room to change her clothes.

"Daddy wants to talk about what?" I said this after I sat down opposite Father. Daddy could see he was breathing heavily.

"Daddy knows that maybe you feel angry and disappointed with everything that happened, girl, but Daddy personally also wants to apologize and thank you for your sacrifice for our family." Daddy's words sounded sincere, so I was just able to be silent to listen to them.

"Daddy will accept that you will hate Daddy; that's normal because maybe you're not ready for all of this, but Daddy has no other choice. Mr.Devan has helped us a lot, and now Daddy's company is really on the verge of collapse, and Mr. Devan is the only person who can help. But Mr. Devan gave conditions so that Daddy would provide guarantees, and the guarantee was marriage." I closed my eyes when Daddy tried to explain everything. For some reason, there was a rumbling in my chest; apparently, I couldn't fully accept the fact that this marriage was just a marriage debt redeemer.

"Come on, Dad, there's no need to continue after all, everything has already happened," I concluded. I don't want to hear Dad's explanations anymore, which will only make my heart hurt more.

"All right, honey." Daddy also nodded in understanding. It seems that Daddy is starting to understand how I feel now, or maybe he just wants to keep my feelings in check so he doesn't change his mind.

"But is there anything you want, dear?" I asked Daddy, and I was silent for a moment because a plan flashed in my brain.

"Will Daddy grant it?" I'm trying to be sure.

"Of course, whatever it is, Daddy will try," he answered very confidently

"Okay," I said, explaining all my wishes to Daddy. Of course, he immediately nodded in agreement.

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The next day, I was getting ready to go to campus; yes, I am a 5th semester student now, while Gita is a 6th semester student in the same class as Arman. Again, I remember the man who has betrayed me. I exhaled my breath slowly and swung my feet out of the room for breakfast.

"Morning Dad!" I greeted my father, who was reading the newspaper while waiting for his coffee.

"Morning, Daddy's daughter," Daddy gently answered my greeting. I could see how Gita looked at me strangely. Maybe he's confused; why do I still look fine, even though last night I just met my future husband? I looked indifferent to the strange looks from Gita and Mother, and I immediately took my favorite bread and strawberry jam. A mischievous idea flashed in my brain that would be the opening for the next 7 days.

"Dad, my hands are sore, but I want to eat bread." I pouted at Daddy, making Gita and Mother even more suspicious because this is not in my nature.

"Rose, please prepare strawberry jam buns for Anyelir," Father said to Mother.

"Dad, don't treat Carnation so spoiled; Anyelir she will be a wife, and she should start learning to be independent." My mother tried to advise me, but I put on a sad face in front of Daddy.

"Rose, now that Anyelir is still our daughter, let her experience her bachelor days," said Daddy's defensive tone, which made Gita dislike him. He was already squinting at me, but I still tried not to care.

Finally, like it or not, Mother made me the bread I asked for, and with a sweet smile, I thanked her. I feel happy because Mom is back to make me breakfast because, since we moved into this house, she doesn't pay attention to me anymore. I finished breakfast earlier than the others.

"Dad, can I use the red car or not?" That car is Gita's car.

"What? No!" Sis Gita, of course, immediately refused vehemently.

"Yes," but Daddy gave a different answer, making Gita look at Daddy with a look of disbelief.

"Dad?" Sis Gita looked sulky, but instead of the defense that Gita got, she was advised by Daddy at length. Daddy said that in one week I will get married, so everyone in this house has to be able to be nicer to me; even Gita has to give in more. If Gita doesn't want to, then Daddy threatens if Gita is the one who will marry a man named Devan. Hearing threats from Daddy, of course Sis Gita couldn't move in the slightest. That made me smile happily, because now I can feel what it's like to be prioritized. And I also want to show you how it feels when our property is taken by force, because I really know that Gita doesn't like it when other people use her property too.