FORCED TO MARRY BRONDONG

Can't move on!

These few days I lay weak on the bed, weak, tired, lethargic, slow, I need Zain beside me point!.

“Yas, eat first” Mamah approached me with a tray containing food in her hand.

“Now!” ketus.

“If you do not want to eat later you are sick Yas” persuaded Mamah.

“I am already sick Mamah,” lamented.

“What pain do you have Yas?” Mom sat down next to me trying to grab my forehead.

“Not that Mamah, this is the one that hurts!” I pointed at my chest, indicating that there was extreme pain in here.

“Aiiihhh ... Yasmin!, are you still thinking about your husband?? Didn't you get married because of the need?? Cih, marrying her turns out to only make you think more childish, not more mature!!” Mamah.

“What's wrong with Brondong Mamah?? Zain is my husband Mamah, however his form” I again whine.

“I was forced to marry Zain, but it was Mamah, before there was, and now my love for Zain Mamah is growing, so please help me Mamah, hum??” I looked into Mamah's eyes deeply.

“Stop whining Yasmin!! Mama doesn't like it!! Once no yes no!!” Mamah got up from her seat, then stepped foot into the outside of my room.

“Mate evil!!” I screamed hysterically.

“Yes yes, please swear by your own Mom Yasmin, someday you will thank Mamah for doing this to you” Mamah opened her eyes.

“Shut up!! and stop whining, you've grown up like that!” Mom turned her body back to face me.

“Because I have grown up Mamah, please let me choose my own way of life Mamah” I crawl then prostrate under the feet of Mamah.

“I beg Mamah, bless our relationship, please“ I clenched my hands again while resting under the feet of Mamah.

Seen, Mamah was so moved to see me pleading, her eyes glazed over, but Mamah shook her head again.

“Stands Yasmin, and do not forget to eat your food, you need a lot of energy, if you want to continue to oppose Mamah and Papah” said Mamah while passing out of the room, closing the door and locking it from the outside.

“Mamah!!!” I banged on the door with all my might, but in vain, it was impossible for the door to open just like that. I put my body back in bed, thinking about what I should do next.

“Zain ... Where are you?” I hugged back the cotton candy that Zain had given me, this thing I used to think of as a gift of torture. But in fact, now this thing actually bears witness to the sweet memories we have shared.

“Zain, how do we cope with our household test this time?? I really miss you Zain, but what can I do now Zain?? Answer me Zain” I'm raving, as I recall all the memories of my boy's husband. From the first time we met, until we were separated by my parents.

His smile, his candor, his innocence, his laughter, and all his mutuality, I will never be able to move on from Zain. Hicks .....

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