Black Pen

60

There will be a lot of things going on in a marriage that initially feels very sweet, but bringing together the differences of two individuals who just lived together must be accompanied by a sincere commitment, it is not the ego that is equally competing to want to be a winner.

There are many differences that must be put together in the first year of marriage that invite a lot of conflict between me and Doni.

Five months of marriage seemed to be quite draining of tears, not to mention the time when I was very excited to end my life. A deep wound that makes my life more sensitive in many ways.

I was never ready to get married, at a young age, when my friends were in college, enjoying a variety of campus activities, hanging out in cafes and many more, while I have to deal with one problem that is quite serious, not only unite two characters, two families also educate children. A child who must be raised very well, how I will raise my child without knowledge and knowledge in it.

The fate that God has outlined seems to have made me in a dilemma, what will be the future of my son in the hands of a young mother whose emotions are still up and down.

Let alone to educate children, my husband's family did not even like me, the endless failures made my life quite messy.

I walked down a deserted highway, Doni's house was located right on the side of the main road, there were no public transportation to get into the area other than a taxi driver who passed by looking for passengers.

While the baby star has entered three months, now the weight has reached 5kg, for my short and thin body size carrying it too long it feels quite heavy and achy.

After walking for about 30 minutes, someone offered her a ride. A man wearing a black Hoody sweater with a skull covering his head.

"Huh Farid?" I looked at him with a pretty sharp gaze, Farid's figure clearly reminded me of Akbar, the two of them were very close friends. I know very well how Farid treated Akbar and vice versa.

I just remembered one thing if Farid's house was not far from Doni's house, even at the beginning of the wedding Mama Doni had told me if he and Farid's extended family still had family ties.

"Ra, what are you doing here? come on up I'll take you". Farid looked at me with a look of wonder, indeed my marriage and Doni was carried out secretly, so it is no wonder that everyone who knows me will look confused when they see me carrying a baby.

I did not feel I walked far enough to almost half, because I was tired of receiving Farid's offer without a second thought I rode his motorbike, all the way I just remained silent not a bit I dared to make a sound.

"Whose son is that?" Farid opened the chat by asking one question.

"This is my son ! later put me down at the crossroads" I answered a little bit tighter. Deep in my heart, I felt guilty for having shown Farid a bad attitude, but on the other hand I did not want Farid to ask any further questions.

15 Minutes of travel makes me a little awkward and unpleasant. I don't know why I feel so ashamed to face Farid.