Chapter 5 Pent-up anger

Laughter echoed along the Muara Mua river, "Abee Bong Moja! If you want to be a merchant, why study all the way to Macau? Isn't Jakarta or Surabaya closer?" Mary Aram hugged Abee Bong Moja's neck, her nose tickling his Adam's apple.

"Apart from studying, Abee Bong wants to build relationships there. The people of Macau are good at trading strategies, it's good to learn from them," Abee Bong Moja kissed Mary Aram's forehead, "Will Mary Aram wait for Abee Bong for a few years?"

"Of course! Haven't we always been together since childhood? A few years apart is not a problem for Mary Aram," Mary Aram showered Abee Bong Moja with affectionate kisses.

"Okay! I'll study hard, and build a future!"

***

The room was so quiet, only Amar Mea Malawi's soft snoring could be heard. Mary Aram tried to shift her body from Amar Mea Malawi's embrace, her body feeling uncomfortably sticky. "Abee Bong Moja, forgive me!"

Finding blood on her feet and bedding again, Mary Aram could only sigh and close her eyes. Her heart was in great pain. 'That's too much!

Mary Aram struggled to get up. Although her body still felt stiff, she tried to get up to clean herself. Meanwhile, Amar Mea Malawi was fast asleep, after a night of exploration.

Amar Mea Malawi's plain body was actually very impressive. Sturdy, solid, ideally shaped, his face was also handsome. "Did this man have a lover before?"

Mary Aram covered Amar Mea Malawi's naked body, she was uncomfortable seeing a man sleeping naked, then closed the mosquito net tightly.

"Is this man already my husband? He has robbed me of my honor, toying with me all night," Mary Aram snorted angrily. Then laughed sarcastically, laughing at herself.

"Young Mistress, can Patrice come in? It's time to clean up," Patrice's voice came over the loudspeaker.

"Ah! Come back in an hour, the young master is still sleeping," Mary Aram snapped out of her reverie. Her body aching and stiff, Mary Aram tried to walk to the bathroom.

"Yes, young Mistress," the sound of faint footsteps could be heard fading away.

"Ah this room is very spacious, it's really tiring to walk in your own room," tired of walking, Mary Aram finally crawled near the bathroom.

Seeing her reflection looking chaotic in the mirror, Mary Aram tried to clean herself. But no matter how determined she was to clean herself, her purity would not return.

"What should I say to my father, and Abee Bong Moja? How should I restore my father's dignity?" Mary Aram was so upset, she banged her head against the wall. "Do I have to beg Abee Bong Moja for forgiveness?"

"Hah!" Mary Aram shouted in annoyance while throwing the mirror with a bottle of liquid soap. It was a good thing that the mirror didn't break, if it had broken into a mess, the splinters would have hurt her face.

"What should I do? I've become an undignified woman. Becoming an outlet of desire in the residence of an unknown man," Mary Aram cried huddled in the corner of the bathroom.

"What are you doing Mary Aram? You will catch a cold if you lie on the bathroom floor," Amar Mea Malawi lifted Mary Aram's body.

"Let go of me!" Mary Aram swatted away Amar Mea Malawi's hand. "I came all the way to St. Martin, to learn. The people of Muara Mua need a doctor."

"And you?" Mary Aram stared at Amar Mea Malawi with an angry look in her eyes. "You are holding me hostage to be a willing puppet! It is outrageous that you insult me."

Mary Aram was hysterical and frantic. It was like being dropped from the top of a tower. She felt that she had lost her dignity!

'How to recover dignity? Shackled in an unwanted marriage? Or die honorably? Both are endless misery.'

"Mary Aram, I am so sorry. I love you so much," Amar Mea Malawi hugged Mary Aram.

"What do I say to my father? What do I say to my fiancé? You're too much!" Mary Aram beat Amar Mea Malawi to vent her frustration.

"Mary Aram! Control yourself," Amar Mea Malawi grabbed both of Mary Aram's hands. The man continued to kiss Mary Aram's forehead trying to calm her down. "Today I will go to Muara Mua to pick up your father."

"Pick up my father? What should I say to my father? Surely my father will be very embarrassed in front of his future in-laws," Mary Aram banged her head against the wall again.

Amar Mea Malawi immediately embraced Mary Aram so as not to hurt herself. "We have become one body, I am fully responsible for you."

The man wrapped Mary Aram's body with a towel, then lifted her back to the bed.

"I love you! I love you so much that I lost my mind," Amar Mea Malawi lay in Mary Aram's arms. "Can we reconcile? Let's make a home together."

"You are so horrible! I'm not comfortable with you!" Mary Aram continued to cry in frustration, beating herself up.

Amar Mea Malawi let out a long sigh, then got up to put on him sleeping coat. Then he called Miss Patrice.

"Miss Patrice, it's time for Young Mistress to have breakfast. Today we are going to Muara Mua, help her get ready. You also come with us to Muara Mua," Amar Mea Malawi ordered.

["Yes Young Master, Patrice is coming soon."]

***

At exactly seven o'clock, Amar Mea Malawi was already in the dining room preparing for breakfast. His heart was troubled at the thought of how to conquer Mary Aram's heart.

"Uncle Sanif, I want the wall separating the rooms on the second floor to be dismantled. Can the work of dismantling the wall be completed in one day?" Amar Mea Malawi talking to the head of the household at Mea Malawi's residence.

"If you only dismantle the wall and move the position of the door, it can be completed in just one day," Uncle Sanif poured a drink into Amar Mea Malawi's glass.

"Okay, I'm going to Muara Mua to pick up my wife's father. Please also prepare the pavilion across the river for my in-laws to live in. And four servants to take care of my in-laws there," Amar Mea Malawi calmly started her breakfast.

"Young Master," Miss Patrice's voice interrupted. "The young Mistress would like to have breakfast together."

'Breakfast together...?' Amar Mea Malawi stunned.