FORCED TO MARRY PARIBAN

ardi's thoughts

Caged in a room, no hondpone in hand. The internet network does not exist, it really makes Dew frustrating.

She doesn't want to marry her Pariva, she already loves Ardi very much. This time he will fight the wishes of his parents. He feels trapped. Marriage is not a joke. It was a serious worship.

Married, who doesn't want to marry? It can be ascertained that everyone, especially women, dream to immediately marry a man who sincerely loves him, is quite financial and promises to make him happy. Every woman also hopes that the man who marries her later is the man who only loves her. And that he got from Ardi. He also loves Ardi.

Dew can not rest his body, He went back and forth, thinking hard. What action should he take, so that this marriage does not take place.

"This is not something that can be made to play around. Marriage is something sacred and must be thought through carefully before." The dew speaks for itself. He was still pacing back and forth, and sometimes sat on his study desk chair. He had to think hard to get out of this matchmaking problem.

Before getting married, there are things that need to be asked of ourselves, especially in our little hearts. Is that really ready to get married? Ready in a born and inward way? Ready to accept and be accepted by the couple well, sincerely also resigned? Dew will not be ready, if married to the Fat Master.

Marriage is a lifelong worship for someone. Whatever the beliefs held, marriage is a sacred thing that should not be done just because it has been hunted by age, because of parental coercion, because of prestige and because of other things outside worship.

"Should Mom and Dad understand what the concept of marriage is? don't force gini. Oh Allah... Have mercy on your servant. How can I live the rest of my life with a man I hate so much." He finally dropped his body on his soft bed. She drowned her face in the pillow and started crying.

"Yes Allah..... Help Me!" He said hysterically as he rubbed his face rough with a pillow.

"I prayed Ashar first, who knows God is generous, help me family from this matchmaking." Dew rose from the bed and rushed into the bathroom. He took ablution and immediately performed the Ashar prayer.

After praying with khusuk, because this time Rili wants the same Sang Khalik. He raised both hands, his mouth was talking about saying the prophet's sholawat said his wishes gently and solemnly. She wants the marriage with Paribaran not to happen and she is paired with Mas Ardi Shiraz.

After performing the Ashar prayer, his heart became more calm and serene. He also laid his tiny body on his soft bed. His eyes seemed to be glazed over, for He thought of his love for Ardi. Until finally he fell asleep.

"Detach.... Take off. take off my shirt. "groan the Dew with his regret. He opened his eyes with a spurring of breath.

"Astaghfirullah's... His dreams really make me tired." Dew glanced at the clock plastered on the wall of his room, it was already 6 pm. He stretched his body, stretched his muscles. He sat his body and continued to yawn. He was asleep for a long time, but his body ached all over.

He stepped lazily and massaged his nape He went into the bathroom. He filled the warm water in the bath and poured lavender aromatherapy.

She enjoys her soaking while thinking about her love Ardi. It's been a full day He hasn't heard his voice. Usually Ardi always calls him more than the dose of taking the drug. If Ardi is busy, Ardi always makes the call at lunchtime, even they always have lunch together.

His day stopped, when He heard the voice of his Mother calling out his name. He was silent and did not come out of the bathroom. He was still upset with the woman who had given birth to him.

Czech....

"Gosh you're here, baby? why didn't you answer Mama called earlier?" her mother said gently looking at her daughter who was still playing soap foam on her white and smooth body.

Dew does not touch the words of his mother. She was still upset with her mother.

Feeling unconcerned, her mother smiled at her daughter. "Mama has put the clothes that you will wear later baby. You shower quickly. It's already wanted Magrib loh. Bou Mira is already in our house." Mama Nur said, Dewun glanced at his mother with a flat gaze.

"All right, Mama's out." Mama Nur left the bathroom, walking quickly to Mushollah which is in the yard of their house. Because they will perform Maghrib prayers.

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Dew out of the room with a plain long dres whose arms reach that elbow. The Dew viewer is very amusing and beautiful.

As He walked towards the living room, all eyes were on him. Undoubtedly, the appearance of Dew always attracts attention.

"Jeez Parumaen Bou is getting more beautiful." The boat named Mira was directly approaching the Dew which walked towards the large family group Dewun. He immediately hugged the Dew and kissed the left, right cheek and forehead of the Dew.

"Thank you Bou for the compliment." Dew said and smiled, He returned the warm embrace of his father's sister.

Bounya Mira, lead Dewun to sit on the same sofa as her.

"Where is Ompung Boru and Ompung Doli?" ask Dew, because He did not see his beloved Ompung in their house.

"Ompung is not healthy, tomorrow we will all gather at Ompung's house to talk about your marriage." Mama Nur said with a happy smile.

Uhuk... He swelled, but he was not eating anything.

"You why Maen?" ask Bou for Mira.

"It's okay Bou. My throat is itchy." He said a lie, and avoided the gaze of the Bouny.

"This why are your hands on bandages? your forehead too? did Bou pay less attention because it was covered in your bangs, baby? you sick?" Bou Mira really loves Dewun. The dew can also feel it from a small.

"It's okay Bou. Just scratched the thorn of salak. Dew came to harvest the salak." He said a lie, He glanced at his father who was looking at him sharply.

"Bou princess, I want to be carried." Said Kimy Centil He came down from his mother's lap and ran into the lap of Dewun. Dew immediately gave a kiss on the cheek and head Maennya mere puppet.

"Bou want to get married? Bou will be queen and king Om Tara?" ask Kimy with the centile. Her braided hair seemed to sway because as she spoke, her entire limbs moved along.

Dew is silent, He hates the name that Maennya said.

"Darling, Kimy. Don't call Om, but call Amangboru Tara son." Said his mother, teaching her daughter was said in the Batak tribe.

"Om Tara wants to be called that. He doesn't want to be called Amangboru." Kimy said with his lips. Which makes people there smile and laugh because of Kimy's nervous behavior.

"When did Amangboru Tara say that, baby?" Mama Mira.

"When Om Tara comes home. Isn't it Pa?" kimy asked his father.

"Yes that's Bou, a month ago when Tara visited the house. He came to the city of Medan. So he stopped by the house." The light of the King, his brother Dewun.

The dust is just silent. He has little interest in discussing and knowing about Tara. What he thought of now was Ardi.

"Let's have dinner first. After the meal, we set plans for tomorrow.

They walked to the dining room. Everyone eats with service. After the meal, all family members regroup in the living room. The dust went into his room. But he did not go straight into his room. He went into his parents' room quietly.

Sorry if there are many typos

TB

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