FORCED TO MARRY PARIBAN

Sah

POV Dew

"SH-H-!" the voices of the witnesses were heard blaring with prayers, which made me realize from my daydream. The three-letter S-A-H-word made up of those three letters, had already made my life purpose shatter into pieces.

The dream of marrying once to the man I love and love me is gone. Mas Ardhi, why do you want to make that deal. Why are you all playing with my life.

Father and all of them only thought about their own will and feelings. No one understands my feelings. No one was on my side, all my attempts to escape were always in vain.

Mas Ardhi-Why don't you take me with you. Oh my God--- Why is this happening? Again I regret everything, I should insist on running with Mas Ardhi. I don't need to think about how Dad, Mama, Ompung and the others feel. They never understood or thought about my feelings.

Everything is NASTY------

I was getting weak and helpless. Tears welled up my cheeks, I could no longer hold them back, the truth of which had already dripped one after another.

My fist that sat near me, embraced me. "Dear, don't be sad. It's your happy day. You finally got married to Tara." His words were full of happiness, while I who heard the name of Tara was called to be annoyed and hate him even more.

Just imagining it, my chest was instantly congested. This heart of pain, sadness, anger and despair merged into one, so as to make Me can no longer bear this sobbing Isak. And finally my crying broke.

"Ma, Ma, Ma-ma...!" I stammered, because I felt this chest was too tight and painful. So that I can no longer speak. I find it hard to breathe. My cry only grew louder in the arms of my Saint, I still lowered my head in his arms, for I was ashamed. I know, my current attitude will be in the spotlight. But, I can't hold it anymore.

It's so sad to be forced to marry a man you hate, it's so annoying....!

Mom moved towards me, and she hugged me. I came back crying. "Mom, mama...!" I said crying, hiding my face in his chest.

"Dear, you calm down..!" mama said softly while peeping at the top of my head.

"Dew grandfather, the manganese will be. Now you sit next to your husband.!" the voice of Mr. KUA was clear and firm. Because at this moment, everyone in this room was silent. I don't know, maybe they were surprised by my behavior. (Mangandung: tradition of crying, wailing, speech/term in South Tapanuli wedding customs).

I feel Mama breaking her arms. Leads me walking with a little crawl towards Tara. I won't look at him, after I sit next to him. I just lowered my head, as I smoothed my snot with my handkerchief, the occasional sound of sobbing and snot-pulling sounded. I'm sure he wasn't looking at me, either. Because there was no movement from his body I saw from the bottom view.

"Son, Tara you put the dowry on first." Said Mr. KUA.

"Yes sir." I heard Tara's voice flat, answering her. I'm lyrically moving his hand. Grabbing a rupiah gold bracelet from the jewelry set box in front of us.

Tara twisted her body slightly until faced with me. I'm still in silent mode. Not giving any reaction to him who already holds the rupiah gold bracelet that I think is very large.

"Darling, stick your hand out. Tara wants to put the dowry on." Said my Reflection which turned out to have moved sitting next to me. Quickly Nantulang, raised my hand, which was id above my thigh.

"Let's put Nak Tara on." Tell Mr. KUA.

Tara put the big bracelet in my hand. Really, I don't like that kind of bracelet. But, tradition in our place. The bride who wears a gold bracelet, necklace or ringgit are storied, ring rupiah and kotuk rupiah is a pride for the bride or her family. (Tap: studs/hooks like Brooch).

Eeemmmm. Not to mention the necklace that played Ringgit gold, the ring that was as big as a coin had to adorn my flickering finger. Eehhmmm-- I don't know, I really don't like this. I prefer to wear diamonds.

After finishing dressing the dowry in the form of a set of gold jewelry weighing 500 grams. I heard Mr. KUA's orders, telling me to kiss the back of Tara's hand just finished dressing the dowry.

Of course, Mr. KUA's word makes me angry. I was silent too, no doubt I kissed the back of his hand. I raised my head a little, to see his hand that was already clenched in the air to welcome my hand. I hesitate to do it.

"Especially Nak Dewun, why be embarrassed so. Quickly kiss her husband's hand. You're legal as a couple, it's halal." The words of Mr. KUA, make me even more upset and embarrassed.

I finally took Tara's hand. When I shook his hand, He was shocked like a electrocuted person. But, He quickly controlled himself and shook my hand tightly.

Because of his strange behavior, I finally looked up, looked at him so that our eyes met. Seerr.... I was surprised when we sat. I don't know, I think I'm scared. So that my blood spilled from my heart.

When these eyes looked at him, I immediately judged him. I can't deny, he's so handsome and so dignified, so different from the old Tara. Tara was fat and always mean to me.

The black peci perched on his head. Sturdy body wrapped Black suit combined with red shirt red chili, which is in line with my kebayaku color.

After taking it from top to bottom. I returned to catch him. She smiled sweetly, her lips pink. Is she wearing lipstick? I don't know, it looks like it is.

"Let's Dew, why have you been together for so long and shaking hands. Look at the views later in the room only, on the first night or the term people now Unboxing. Remember duration... There is still more to go through." said Mr. KUA who surprised me, I also quickly put the back of Tara's hand on my forehead firmly. To appear to be a joke.

My behavior, obviously, invites laughter and whispers of people in this room. Embarrassed, I glanced at Father who was in front of me, smiling. I returned my smile with a forced. I'm still upset with Dad.

"Now, Nak Tara kissed the Dew Deck's forehead." Tell Mr. KUA. I heard it was a nervouse.

I took a deep breath, as Tara's warm lips stuck to my forehead. Again my blood seemed to spill from his recovery.

Seerr...... What is this taste? fear and hate?

I don't know....

It feels like this wedding event, really draining energy.

After I finished kissing my forehead. Tara fell for me. I just kept staring at him. He put his hands on my feet and then prayed

"Allahumma inni as’aluka min khoirihaa wa khoirimaa jabaltaha ‘alaih. Wa a’udzubika min syarriha wa syarrimaa jabaltaha ‘alaih." This time I heard him speak Arabic. The reading sounds good and eloquent. His voice is also sweet.

Tara took advantage of this opportunity. After his hand held my crown. He kissed my crown again, which was covered by my hijab.

"Thank you." He said quietly, which I can only hear. What he is grateful for. Fucking weird.

"Well, Tara and Dew, now you sign this document." Mr. KUA brought the marriage book and other documents closer to us. After Tara read the sighat ta'lik firmly and authoritatively.

With a heavy heart, I signed it. I hope this fake marriage ends soon.