FORCED TO MARRY PARIBAN

Itchy woman

"Mel, coming home from college to the yuk mall?" take Butet, they'll be entering the class. This is today's last class. Three o'clock in the afternoon is over.

Butet, have used to speak good and true Indonesian now. It's all he's done. Because I don't want to be mocked by Inspiration anymore.

"I'm doing a lot of work now Tet, so I can't do it any more time. Later, if my work throws. Just we're leaving. We'll take Brother Ilham

Maybe he wants to." Melati will smile happily, when her lips mention the name of the man.

"If so, we'll come home later to stop for a while at the campus, huh?" now they both sit in their chairs.

Ilham campus faced with the campus Melati. Only limited by a big road. In the past, Melati really wanted to study at Ilham campus. But destiny says something else. He ended up attending a different college than Ilham.

Even so they often meet, even often promise together, meet in the regional library.

Today Melati is not enthusiastic in following the material presented by the Lecturer. He remembered the incident in the park this morning. The hatred of the Great Mistress, the more it became to her.

Sometimes Melati wondered to herself, why she hated him so much. Though he had absolutely no intention of interrupting or interested in seducing his son Mr. Ardhi.

Melati's current position was completely unsafe. When he was fired, he wanted to eat what he had in town. Find a job whose salary is quite like his current job, is very difficult to get. Without feeling the lecture is finished.

"Before you go home, eat chicken noodles for Mel?" take Butet, holding his rumbling stomach.

Butet's request this time is very difficult to be asserted by Melati. He was afraid that his job was not right at home, and he eventually got fired later.

"Ohh Butet, I'm sorry. This time I can't keep you company. I still have a lot of work." Complaints with a tangled face. He hasn't cleaned Ardhi's room. The master's room must be clean, before the one who has a room goes home. Ardhi usually returns from work at 17:00-18:00 WIB. So right now, he only had an hour to clean the room. Because, arriving at home, after returning from campus the time has shown at 16:00 WIB.

"Olo Ma, it's busy when you're a person." Ketus Butet, feeling annoyed, because they do not have the tea to eat chicken noodles. (olo ma\=Itah).

At that time, Ilham was seen coming out of the campus gate with his duck bike in black. Butet and Melati are waiting for public transport.

"Bang Ilham's... Woi bang Inspiration..!" butet's scream, made people look at him. Butet, it's also hard to change habits.

Inspiration approached the two women with a sweet smile.

"Bang Ilham, Keta manganese chicken noodles." Butet who likes to look for attention to Ilham, did not even want to use Indonesian when communicating with the man. He wanted the man to advise him again. His name also wants to find a topic of conversation. Meta manganese chicken noodles\= Ayok, eat chicken noodles).

"May, you happen to be this hungry." Ilham seemed enthusiastic to respond to his invitation Butet. Ilham thought that Melati was eating chicken noodles too.

"Kneel!" Si Butet immediately sat down on his motorbike Ilham. The one with the motor was shocked.

"Why did you go up, and Melati want to loe kemanain? Sometimes your brain doesn't work Tet. Get off you, you guys just walk. It's near the chicken noodle cart." Ilham said, patting slowly, Butet's leg, to get off the bike.

"Si Melati is not coming with Brother. She has to go home?? hurry." hurry." Obviously Butet. Even though he already uses Indonesian, but his accent is still obvious.

Inspiration looked at Melati. His eyes did not blink looking at that sad looking Melati. The man thought to himself if the woman had a problem.

"Don't come on deck?" Jasmine shook her head.

"If Melati doesn't come, then we don't eat the chicken noodles. Get off you Tet!" imham exclaimed, forcing Melati to move from her motorbike.

Butet who felt he did not want Inspiration with him. Finally down with high confidence.

"Let's get on Mel, I'll drive you home." Invite Ilham, code with his eyes, so that Melati ride on his motorbike.

"Yes, I went home alone "a sad Butet grumble.

"You used to go home alone. You and Melati, the different directions of the boarding. If Melati is in line with the kost an Abang. Ayok Deck, spout up. You want to get there fast, right? It's office soon. The streets must be jammed if you take the angkot." Hearing the words of Inspiration, Melati became affected. He didn't want to go home with Inspiration. Inspiration is not the muhrimnya. Not good often with men who are not muhrim. Think Melati.

"Come Deck!" Melati turned to Butet, who seemed to allow Melati to go home with Inspiration.

"Until we meet tomorrow Tet." Melati also ride Ilham motorbike by sitting sideways. A fluffy smile was already on the handsome face of the man. While Melati who is in a bondage, feel hesitant and reluctant. Because, he's not used to being piggybacked.

Butet just fell silent watching the departure of Ilham and Melati. Butet sometimes feels sad. He has pity on himself, because most people always take him for granted. He never felt special. He never felt loved either.

But he is not ugly. She is beautiful, like a Korean artist. With white skin, eyes are slightly squinty. Proportionately tall body But, dear her hair is kinky.

He liked Inspiration, at first sight, when Melati introduced them. But Melati likes that guy. He and his faith differ. Enough admiration, in the man just harbored. No way, he's ruining his good relationship with Melati. Moreover, only Melatilah friend who understands himself. Accepting all his ridiculous behavior.

"Thank You Bang." Melati said after the woman got off the man's motorbike. Now they have arrived before the gate of the mansion.

"Yes, equally. Tomorrow you pick me up again, we go to college together." Saying Inspiration smiling sweetly. Instantly Melati lowered her face, when she saw the man's smile. Inexplicably Melati became embarrassed, because she saw the sweet smile of Ilham.

"Not Bang." Still down, when answering Ilham's invitation to go to college together.

"Why?" tanya Ilham sad.

"Guard can't be sure of the time. Fear you must hurry." Reject Smooth Jasmine. Where maybe he's every day screwing with a man who's not his muhrim.

Tin tin tin..

The horn sound coming from Ardhi's house, made the two jump in shock. They both looked at the origin of the voice. Turns out the big lady's car came out of that tall fence. The inspiration, which was a little in the middle of the gate, finally pulled the bike over. Likewise with Melati, moving to the edge, until now he and Ilham stood next to each other.

Melati lowered her head, as the car drove in front of her. While Ilham stared in wonder, his mother Ardhi who stared intently at Melati. Ardhi's mother opened the window of the car.

"Basar kampung gatel woman, look at her behavior. It was still the afternoon with the man. He thought I'd give him a chance to tease my son." Ardhi's mother was inward, still staring at Melati, until she tilted her head 75 degrees.

In a different place and at the same time. Ardhi was meeting the man he already considered his adoptive father. The man was, the man that Ardhi helped with the accident. The man who gave capital to Ardhi, so that he could open his own business. And now it's a giant company.

"Why is your face like that? any serious problems?" Said a man named Zainuddin.

Ardhi looked at Mr. Zainuddin and smiled faintly. Then the man sighed deeply, and exhaled slowly.

"Bapak invite you to meet the story of things that stuck in the heart of the Father. But, it seems that right now you need a story. Come on tell me, I've got time to listen to your problems, until I get magrib time." Mr. Zainuddin was standing by the window. He now sits his ass on the couch, right in front of Ardhi.

Ardhi took a deep breath.

Hhuuufff.....

"Mother betrothed me sir." His words were lazy, it was very heavy to tell his heartbreak. Newly married lovers and now forced to marry a woman he does not love. This is a situation that causes once.

Mr. Zainuddin smiled faintly. Feeling that Ardhi's problem is not a heavy thing.

"You should be grateful, still looking for a soul mate with your mother. Then the soul mate he gave it, must be a good woman." Ardhi shook his head weakly. Well from where? that woman is like a mafia. Dare to kidnap Dewun and kill him. That woman is very dangerous, like she is more dangerous than the devil.

"Come, sir." Said Ardhi, he could not tell the bad nature of his future wife.

Ardhi took a deep breath again, it seemed like the air supply within the man's lungs was exhausted. A little bit, take a breath.

"She seems to want to tell you something? you said you wanted to talk about something on the phone." Ardhi now changed his sitting position by crossing his legs.

"Yes son, either this father's eyes are wrong, or miss the late wife too much. It's like you saw your wife wandering around campus X." Mr. Zainuddin said, recalling a week ago seeing a girl in the courtyard of the Mosque, who was very similar to his deceased wife.

Mr. Zainuddin got a building project on campus X. A week ago he was surveying the field. During the prayer Dzuhur youth go to the mosque.

"The father was only hallucinating, having missed his wife too much "Ardhi approached the man, massaging the middle-aged man's shoulders and shoulders. Mr. Zainuddin enjoys Ardhi massage.

"Yes, Son, for a moment I thought. Could she be the missing father's daughter?" The father's daughter was indeed very similar to his mother." Mr. Zainuddin stared at the photo of them perched on the wall of the room.

"It could be sir." Ardhi walked up to Ali's desk, took a picture of Zainuddin and his wife.

"I'm just Sir, if you see the photo of the same Father Mother, so remember Dewun Pak. Their faces looked a lot like, and his face was mother, his wife's father's nature, similar to one of the ARTs in the house." Ardhi said sadly, if he called the name Dewun. His heart was sore, and painful. He did not expect that the woman would dump him.

"It could be like that. He said we have seven twins in this world." Mr. Zainuddin has a picture frame presented by Ardhi. Looked sadly at the picture of himself and his wife.

"Father don't be sad anymore, all the efforts to find your daughter have been done. So, don't regret everything that happened. We should be able to sincerely and patiently accept his determination, sir." Ardhi continued his activities to massage his shoulder Pak Zainuddin. It had become his habit, when he met his foster father.

"Yes son, thank God there is you, who always have time for a place to exchange ideas. Salute to you. Because, it's not getting late with romance." Praise Mr. Zainuddin, Ardhi just smiled bitterly behind the fat man's body.

People don't know how broken the man was. He hid the wound, keeping the pain to himself. Now her ex-boyfriend must have been happy with her husband.

Ardhi's heart aches, remembering the Dew, remembering the incident at the restaurant, when Dew prefers Tara, rather than her. Remembering the Dew crying, begging to let go. That incident was very painful. Ardhi looked up, and blinked his eyes. Withstanding the tears that urged to come out.