FORCED TO MARRY BRONDONG

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“Zain, open the door dong" I knocked on Zain's room door, tried to persuade him.

“Sister, I do not want to open the door of the room before Papah ngizinin I became a football player" he shouted from inside the room.

“Zain, you can't do that, let's go out“ I'm still persuading him.

“Sister, I don't want to go out, I want to hide myself!!!!“ still screaming.

“Until when do you want to insulate yourself??” I'm starting to get anxious.

“Until the deadline I cannot specify!!” the screams get louder.

“Zain, you do not like girls so dong, yes you are craving??” I'm still trying to persuade him.

“I don't want Brother!”

“You don't want to go home??? do you want to go here???” my question finally, annoyed also ngadepin sibocah.

Silence, no answer was heard, I kept quiet,

“Ya I've gone home first ya Zain!!!!!!“

Still quiet, there was no sign of Zain opening the door, I finally gave up, I decided to go home, I set foot into the living room, intending to say goodbye to Mamah and Papah, but not yet my footsteps even suddenly ...

“Sister," call the boy.

I twisted the body, “Hmmhh“ I replied.

“Maafin Zain yes, but Big Brother still wants to support Zain's ideals right??” ask him by putting on a face.

“Iya, I promise, I will support your ideals” I replied with a smile.

“I love the same Brother“ Zain approached me then immediately hugged me, as soon as I pegged, this is the second hug from Zain, I don't know it feels strange, even though he is my husband, but ...

“Zain, when will you grow up??” I asked suddenly, Zain let go of his embrace.

“Hhmmhh" I replied while shaking my head.

“Now, you want to be here, or want to go home??” my many.

“I want to go home“ he replied as he walked ahead of me, meeting his parents.

“Mah, Pah, we go home first ya“ Pamitku, on two parents who are enjoying this afternoon.

“Yes, be careful on the road Yes Yas, Zain" said Mamah as she hugged me, then I kissed Papah's hand, as well as Zain's,

“Zain, think Papah well,!“ papah jolt as Zain steps toward the fence.

Zain turned his head, then went back “Until when will the child continue to be a spoiled and immature child??” I still hear Papah muttering.

Arriving home, I entered my room, I laid my body on the bed, ah .. Why is my life so complicated??, all this because of the Udin, he who has ruined my life.

“Astagfirullah ..” I rubbed my face, then stood up, I entered the bathroom, then berwudhu, I held my prayer mat to perform the ashar prayer, the time is up.

I prayed a long time after I prostrated, something stuck in my chest, I was happy to be married, but with Zain?? that kid?? I'm really hard on my own heart, I feel like giving up, but can I??.

Can Zain change???.

Until when should I wait for him to change???.

My age has continued, I also want to be like others, have a normal husband, have children, live a normal household.

Zain??? What am I supposed to do now??.

Waiting you??? or let you go???.

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