Nayra had no choice but to listen to her two sisters and marry a man she knew was not well mentally. She only did it for her father. "Ayrall right, I will marry that man." After a much consideration, Nayra announced her decision. "You will marry Dev?" Yura's question was answered only with a nod from Nayra, which was hesitant. The answer immediately brought smile to Yura and Ayra, and they both breathed a sigh of relief to know their little sister was willing to marry the man who was now a threat for them. They both ran to hug Nayra and gave her kisses. "Thank you, Nay. We love you very much." Naira refused to hug them back. She even doubted her sisters' love were true at all. For so many years, those two women who had always hated her and blamed her for their mother's death. Nayra slowly pushed Yura and Ayra. "I want to see Dad." she went into her father's room and left her two sisters. When Nayra walked into her father's room, Ayra and Yura looked at each other with a cunning smile. "Thank God, we finally got rid of the risk of marrying Dev." Ayra hugged Yura tightly. "Yes, I'm so relieved. Just let Nayla marry Dev. We have suffered a lot of pain growing up without Mom's love." Naira was still absorbed in reading some tiny words, and she had to sharpen her eyes to be able to see clearly. "What is this? Must exercise and weight should not exceed 90 pounds? " "Not allowed to contact with your family often. You're only allowed to visit once a month." Nayra's eyes rounded as she read the last point. "He is not only mentally-ill, but also insane. How could he forbid me to see my own family? and I can't not weigh more than 90 pounds?" "I weigh 120 pounds now. I need to protest to Kai." " I will lose my freedom completely if I stay here. Not just for a while. But forever." Nayra exhaled heavily, distressed by the rules of that family, and forced a smile. "It's okay. This is for Dad. He has sacrificed a lot of time to raise his children alone, and now I must repay him." Nayra wiped her tears on the edge of her eyes * Naira went into the bathroom which was three times larger than hers back in her house, to change the clothes Kai had gave her earlier. "Oh, my God, is this a bathroom? This place can fit hundreds of chickens. " Naira took off all the clothes she was still wearing then changed it with a new dress without wearing her underwear, because she was used to sleep without without any bra or underwear. Then she immediately got out and and climbed to her bed, and then she leaned over to find a comfortable position for sleep. "At least he won't sleep with me, so this is a little freedom." It didn't take long for Nayra to fell asleep. Not long after, the door was opened, emitted some light from outside. A pair of shoes walked slowly and carefully to the bed where Nayra was sleeping. It was Dev. He looked closely at that girl, who was now his wife. "Just for his business, Uncle Wira gave me this little girl?" "I think she's like any other women who's just want my money. Otherwise why would she marry someone 11 years older than her?" "We'll see how far you can hang in here." Dev walked out of the room and closed the door carefully without making a sound. **** The sun had risen up, shining through the window. Nayra just came out of the bathroom, still dealing with her hair with a towel. She had woken up half an hour ago by a servant knocked on the door. Fortunately, Nayra was not a lazy girl, so it wasn't hard for her to get up from her bed, which was ten times more comfortable than her bed at home. "Going to college at the day after marriage. I hope everything will be all right." The knock on the door slowed Nayra's footsteps as she approached the cabinet to get the clothes she needed wear for college. "Miss, have you finished your bath? Come on down. Mr. Dev is waiting for you." Before Nayra opened the door, a woman's voice was heard. It sounded like the servant earlier who woke her up this morning. "Yes, Auntie, I'll come down as soon as I get dressed." The servant didn't reply her. Naira wore a mini dress she had just taken out of the closet. Later, a brown outerwear dominated her outfit. She looked good when she faced herself on the mirror. But, it wasn't a right time to praise herself. She wasn't in her own house, where she could spend a lot of time for make up and applauded herself. "I really don't want to do this." Nayra took a deep, depressing breath, when she was reminded of this marriage. "if it wasn't for Dad, I wouldn't get married too early." Nayra grabbed her bag on the table. Especially to this man." "Oh, my God, Nay, you shouldn't talk like that. That man is already your husband." Nayra patted her mouth and kept her mouth shut because she knew she was improper. "Miss." The servant came again. Nayra immediately opened the door and left the room. She looked around as she was stepping down the stairs. That huge house looked surprisingly quiet that morning. "Where is everyone?" "Miss." Nayra tiptoed when someone patted her on the shoulder.