Combined In Marriage

I Ajeng

~Ajeng POV~

My name is Ajeng Maharani, a 22-year-old hooded woman, I live with my uncle and aunt whom I consider to be my own parents. They were my Father and Mother, they raised me since I was very young because my parents left me for the house of God.

One week ago Father and Mother betrothed me to the son of their close relative, he was Dimas, a man who loved another woman. He accepted me because of coercion, the family of Father has a close relationship with his family.

They made a relationship a long time ago and have long intended to match us.

And the sick Mother Dimas added a reason for us to accept him, Dimas was a responsible man and gave full affection to his parents. I saw it from his attitude that was so sincere about loving his parents. He was handsome, but unfortunately his heart already belonged to another woman.

Today we are married, Dimas has said kabul and I am his rightful wife. Mother hugged me and gave me some advice she asked me to remain patient to get my husband's heart, she said it because we were married not because knowing my husband who had given his heart fully to another woman. The wedding was over and now I'm coming home to my husband's house.

Though I doubt I should go with him. I am an independent woman and married,

I have to carry out my responsibilities as a wife.

I slept in my own bed because this is Mas Dimas' house so we slept apart. A house I'll probably live in all my life.

But, I don't know. For a few days I just fell asleep in my bed not knowing what to do, because Mas Dimas did not even talk to me.

tok. tok. the sound of knocking on the door of my bedroom door,

"I'm going to marry Sarah" Sarah is the woman Dimas loves, they have started a relationship since adolescence and met at school. Sarah met me before the wedding and told me everything. She is a good woman, she said Mas Dimas married me even though it must be very painful for her. Pitted is painful, but Sarah must have felt more pain than I did.

I just nodded my head.

"You know I'll still do it even if I don't marry you, don't you" of course I know she didn't ask! He simply stated a sentence like resuscitating my existence.

I went back to bed, there was nothing I wanted to do because I didn't know what to do either. During these few days I was just in the room, there was something feeling that made me want to think about Sarah she was such a tall girl who was so beautiful, sweet, graceful with black hair unraveling straight.

I opened the veil and saw my wavy hair, not as good as her hair but I took good care of her. I realized my slightly greasy face decided to go glassy,

I saw my face with unraveling hair, something rarely seen even by myself. I rarely see myself in that form because I always use my hood even when doing something that requires me to let go, I don't really care.

After finishing with my appearance in the glass I immediately went to the bathroom to wash my face and continued to perform Maghrib prayers waiting for the Adhan who will soon reverberate.

After praying I tried to get out because I was bored in the room, I don't even know how this house looks like. I went downstairs there was nobody here, I tried to get out of the house for a while, there was a peddler of chicken noodles outside, I immediately met the seller out of hunger.

Seriate..