FORCED TO MARRY BRONDONG

Sneaking out

Silent, silent, silent. That's what I thought when I had two days I couldn't meet Zain. Mom and Papah kept me locked up in my room. I really feel like I want to be angry, but what is my day? Here is my position as a child.

“Yas dine” Mamah carries a tray containing a bowl of porridge, and a glass of water.

“You should eat Yas,” Mamah sat on the edge of the bed, sat next to me, put a tray on the nightstand.

“Mamah, Yas only wants Zain to return to Yas's side, please Mamah” I clenched my hands, begging Mamah to grant my wish.

“No Yas, this is for your good” Mamah shook her head.

“Kebaikan?? Which kindness is Mamah?” My eyes glazed.

“How could your companion turn out to be a child?? What about your future Yas??how's your son Yas's fate?” mama explained.

“Mah, Zain is a good husband Mamah” whinekku.

“O yes?? Good in terms of where??” Mama frowned.

“Do not whine anymore Yasmin, Mamah does not like, run everything Mamah recommends” mamah jolt.

“Mah, Zain despite his age far below me, but he wants to be in charge Mamah, now Zain has worked, although his parents can facilitate our life Mamah” obviously I do not want to give up.

“Hmh, Yas? Have you ever thought?? How old was Zain when you were forty??” mamah asked, I frowned, not understanding the meaning of Mamah's question.

“Thirty-two years Mamah” replied me soberly.

“You know?? At that age men are in the heat of the moment, oouuuhhh ..” Mamah put her shoulders together.

“Means Mamah??” I don't understand yet.

“Imagine Yas, you're getting old, taking care of a young child, while your husband is in his wild days. Huuzha ... “ Mamah took a deep breath, expressing all her fears.

“Mamah, Zain is not like that Mamah, Zain is a good husband, and will be a good father also” my whine, having realized the purpose of Mamah's speech.

“Already Yas, do not rebel, Mamah do not like” Mamah stood up, then headed for the door, and out of my room.

“Egoist's friend!! Supercharge!!” I was babbling to myself in the room.

The atmosphere was quiet again, I grabbed my phone, I went back to looking at our photos, when we were on our honeymoon, I don't know, this time all the memories with Zain, so it felt so beautiful. All his mischief, his innocence. Zain who likes to snack, Zain who likes to fight, Zain who is always jealous. I've missed him. Missed him so much.

I spread my eyes, my net caught a sight. The cotton candy I kept on the nightstand, in the corner of the room, was still on display. I moved on, then walked over to the cotton candy, which I had previously considered this gift of torture, now bearing witness to my longing for my husband.

“Zaiiiinn .. hiks ..” I cried sobbing,

“Where are you Zain?”

“I'm here Kaker” heard a whisper from a distance.

“Astagfirullah,“ I throw cotton candy, rewind step, circulate view,

“Zain, am I hallucinating too much?? Until I hear your voice?? Oouuuhhh .. I'm afraid“ I ran towards the bed, pulled the blanket, then covered it all over my body.

“Kakak ..” the sound of the whisper was heard again.

“Hush ..hush ..hush ..” I closed my eyes, with my mouth kamit kamat, chanting everything do’a.

“Kakk ... “

Klotrek ..klotrek ..klotrek ..( The sound of the window in forced open )

“Astagfirullah ... Zain I really miss you, but I still have it??why do I keep hearing Zain??” I muttered, holding tightly to the end of the blanket.

“Kakak .. I am here” the whisper is heard again, a black shadow appears behind the curtain.

“Aaaaahhh .. ghost, it must be ghost“ I shiver, hugging tightly pillow bolsters.

“Kakak .. This Zain“ whisper voice is getting clearer.

“Hah? Zain?” I went up, grabbed the blanket, then approached the black shadow, I flicked the curtains, saw Zain standing upright, waving with a smile, drowning his narrow eyes.

“Zaiiiinnn .... “

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