FORCED TO MARRY PARIBAN
Paborhat Boru Part 1
POV Dew
Invitation guests have arrived a lot, we also have to sit sweetly at the wedding.
"Don't pout dong say," said the hickhead, as he forced me to hold Tara's hand to the pelaminan.
"You guys got betrothed, huh?" he asked again, looking at me in wonder then turned to look at Tara.
"Kepo really loe. Don't do much, just do your job well." I answered, near his ear. The sound of the MC on stage requires me to talk close to the badcong.
"Eat him according to what I said, told the gang ya gandeng. If you don't want to go straight. Here let me just join him. Cute guy gini, pretentious a lot of loe style, from earlier I noticed that loe sok selling expensive." Speak with an innocent face. Basic creatures so-genesis ngongnya to be upset.
Upset cave, know this MUA will not be Sudi cave. Know for yourself, strange creatures kek gini innate sensi.
"Let's go, the guests have arrived. Yuk road "Say Nantulang, helped lead me to pelaminan. I glanced at Tara whose hand was holding me with a friendly smile. I finally smiled too.
After sitting on the bench, the hick quickly fixed my dress that was four meters long. The dress is very beautiful, broken white color combined with Swaroski various colors. It is undeniable, the work of the badcong is indeed good.
"Say, are you a handsome koq like this?" He approaches Tara with his subtlety, fixing Tara's already neat bow tie. Tara was wearing a stelan that was the same color as me. His good posture makes him look very handsome.
"Uuhhh. How much money was spent yesterday, say?" he said to Tara. The bastard, who had been my enemy for one day, was always being indifferent to me. He's busy flirting with Tara. I glanced at Tara next to me. New to know the dress and clothes worn by Tara is a shirt that is specifically lined for us to wear. I think the dress and the shirt she was wearing, belonged to the hired ass.
"Good koq, not up to 1 M." Tara flat. I was surprised to hear this strange man, spend money on a fake wedding. 5 Billion dowry and a set of 500 gram gold jewelry. Does He feel no loss, but later I will return with Mas Ardhi.
Eeemmm... Dad's falling durian. Got a lot of money from this pretentious Tara guy.
"Lucky loe, get husband to cake him. Rich, handsome, nice again. Not rich loe, beauty pretender." Said the bastard, I was surprised to hear the words of the son of a bitch. Starting from earlier, this is the badcong looking because Mulu is the same me.
You astral creature, make my mood worse.
"Gue is beautiful, so He wants to marry me. You know that's where you are, right Cong?" I answered lazily, throwing my face away from that shitty bitch.
"Eehhmmm-- try you guys wear custom clothes too today. Must have looked more Kren dech." He said watching the two of us who were now sitting in awkward fashion.
Yes, because at home Tara will be held a reception as well. Then the reception in this house, his clothes are modern only. But, later the traditional party at Tara's house will wear traditional clothes, complete with Bulang who said people are very heavy. Which has a level up to seven.
"His hand was linked to Napa anyway? let the invitees see you good, look so friendly, let people be envious." Said the bastard, He quickly grabbed my hand and Tara's, so that our hands were interlocked. For a moment Tara and I stared at each other, because of the behavior of the badcong. Tara fell, while I was ravaged and troubled to swallow her own saliva. Looking at Tara's face adorned with that sweet smile. Tara's hands are hard, but a little softly held. The grip is strong and feels warm.
His grip also made me comfortable, because honestly this tiny hand of mine, was already sinking in his burly hands. Maybe his fist, once a tonjok can make people faint times huh.
"Can't you kiss?!" said Tara quickly raised my hand that she held. I revolted, but He held her strong.
"Acting IBun," he said terseum, I finally resigned. He also kissed the back of my hand. I wonder, with the word IBun? what is IBun?
"A chance in your narrow. Remember the deal." I said, trying to take off his hand.
He glanced at me, "No covenant words can't kiss hands." He said slowly, looking at me. Until I put my body back.
It's good that He, there is no such covenant. But can it not be voluptuous, it means no physical contact?
"Don't mess around, I'm serious. I just want to be touched by the man I love. Looks like we need to make a new deal." I said firmly, returning his stare sharply.
"As far as you are IBun?" he said, turning his body to face the invited guests.
"Come? what is IBun? why do you call me IBun?" my question, but now my gaze is straight towards the invited guest. Showing a happy expression.
"IBun (Iban Dewun)," he said still staring at the invited guests. I turned to him, it was good that he made a special call for me.
"My name is Siti Dewun Harahap. Not IBun. I don't want to be called that." I'm upset. We argued, and occasionally smiled at the invited guests.
"Yes, I call you Siti." He giggled, He mocked me.
"No, call me Dew." My answer glared at him.
"If I don't want to. Why why?" ask him with an innocent face. It seems he intentionally possessed me. Knew feeling bullied finally I tried to be quiet. Invitation guests also came to greet and congratulate, even many who asked for a photo together.
Every close guest who asked to take a picture, Tara's behavior really sucks. There are so many styles. He always took his chances by grabbing my waist or holding my hand.
Until the time is rolling, it is time I will be carried Tara's residence. Of course, after the portrait session with a large family on top of the guarantee is completed. I should be the one to act on that. Finally resigned with the instructions of the cameraman, who asked me to pose friendly with Tara.
Before the traditional event my departure from this house took place. We are currently having lunch in our room. Time showed at four in the afternoon. I was forced to eat, because at rest for Dzuhur prayer, I did not want to eat, because I did not taste.
"Eat a lot of Dew, you must have energy." Said Nantulang, bribing me. While Tara who had lunch, seemed busy sitting on the edge of the bed with her cellphone. Her hair still looks wet. Because he finished the Ashar prayer.
"Yes Nantulang," I said, beginning to chew food from the mouthful of Nantulang, using a tablespoon.
"Have you prayed ashar?" ask Nantulang. I'm nodding.
"Sister, I make up the bride while eating, right?" ask the boy to Nantulang.
"Yes Dek, let's hurry. It's time already. They should be paid again. There are still many rituals they have to perform." Nantulang said, still bribing me.
"I'm full." I said, refusing a bribe from him.
"There's still a lot of rice. You only eat five spoons. Can't tell me about food." Nantulang.
"This is you" replied Nantulang disappointed.
"Here Let me just spend it. I'm hungry, it looks like I have a lot to eat in order to have a stock of energy." Tara said, approaching Nantulang. Grabbing the plate from Nantulang's hand.
The son of a bitch sounded laughing. "Yes, it's your first night tonight." Speak without sin. There was a woman in this room. No one deserves to talk like that.
"Bahhh." Reply Nantulang. Aakhhh turns out Nantulang gaul too. Usually taboo things like this, it is forbidden to discuss.
"Eehhmmm-- little kids are also on tofu times." Replied the boy, starting to ask me to change clothes. I also took the kebaya from the closet, excuse me to go into the bathroom to change clothes. But the bastard held back my steps.
"Let's just change here" said the boy.
I look at him panted. " What a shame, same husband as yourself." Firmly the bencong.
I glanced at Tara who was so enjoying the leftovers from me. I shuddered in horror. He said he didn't like me, I'm not at his level. But, my side food was served. If I get paid 1 million ogah drink from his used glass.
When I looked at him, he looked at me. I quickly threw my eyes towards the bathroom.
"I'm the one who's not clean, you see my wife changing clothes." Tara replied, which made me look at her even more astonished. Is he jealous of the bastard. But, it's also impossible, isn't he fond of me?
"I'm interested in Him, I'm interested in it." Replied the badcong, Tara shuddered on the shoulder. I also went into the bathroom.
"Waduhh. Mental dong's. Penance, do not fight against nature." I heard Tara arguing with the son of a bitch from the bathroom.
"Basins of man, his mind is heavily contaminated with demons. Male animals, find out the hole. This is a human being, given the mind. Can't compare what's good and bad." I heard Nantulang repeat while coming out of the room.
The boy fell silent as I came out of the bathroom. Right now, the son of a bitch I see has dressed Tara.
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The most blue event was soon started. Tara and Dewun in the stand in the first (honored place) in the main room of this event took place. Currently Tara and Dew sit on a raven or wedding mat special custom event.
Before Hata Simora-Mora was delivered, in front of them they had been served a special food called Hasaya or pangupa.
Hasaya or the food consists of rice, chicken eggs, roosters or male goats or buffalo, fish and vegetables mayur. Animals that are used as media (landscapes) depend on the size of the ability of parents. Food dishes are covered with banana leaf tip (bulung tip) which signifies the end of adolescence and the start of life with stairs.
It turns out that the wages in front of them are buffalo animals. It could be seen from its large size in its container which was still covered by banana leaves. Usually the head of the buffalo will be in front of them.
The name of this customary event is Makkobar and manganese manganese manganese or the event of giving advice and feeding the bride and the further departure of Boru (Delivering the bride to the groom's house)
In this event there will be a gift of Hata Simora-Mora to the two brides who just had a wedding. Hata Simora-Mora is simply interpreted as Words of Advice delivered by parents, relatives and community leaders to the bride and groom at the time of departure.
This departure event is viewed as sacred and full of feelings because of separation and congratulations and giving advice on living in a household. For boru (princess) who will go to her husband's house, this event is a farewell to the people she loves. This is where the boru with sadness and tears wailing to say goodbye to parents, relatives, family and friends at the same time please do’a blessing and apologize for all the mistakes.
Mangupa Upa in traditional Batak culture can be interpreted as an expression of prayer interspersed with advice from parents or elders.
So like the procession of thanksgiving or salvation in general understanding. But of course by attaching elements of the Batak ancestral heritage as a differentiator or characteristic.
Tara, who sat to the right of the Dew at this time, looked calm and more reserved. Very different from his attitude when in the guarantee.
The purpose of the traditional pabuat boru and Hata Simora-Mora events is
To show feelings of affection and joy. (Patidahon Holong ni Ama-Ina). In accordance with the philosophy of “Holong And Domu” (Love and harmony) which is realized in the form of a structure Dianhan Natolu.
To give Advice to both the bride and groom. In achieving the life goals of “Hamoraon, Hagabeon and Hasangapon”, Basyral Hamidi harahap (1987: 133) it is necessary to give Hata Simora-Mora. Likewise, to achieve the purpose of married life, guidance is needed about the Sakinah Family, Mawaddah wa Rohmah.
The handover of the woman's parents to her son-in-law and the whole family (rombongan). Submission ni tondi dohot body (born and bathin), handover of custom wrap rice (beauty tukkap pasae robu), and, signifies that the implementation of the custom of boru marbagas has been completed and can visit each other in the event of syriaon (joy) as well as the delivery of wildlife boroughs (household furniture) such as clothes, mats, cabinets, cabinets, and other, pot and so on.
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Some of the text I quoted, above is also called the author.
Sorry if the story has a lot of explanations. Because this story was deliberately made to introduce a little wedding custom Batak Angkola which people say is often also called Mandailing batak. I explained it just a little bit, so sorry if there was a wrong word or order of the show.
In general, people assume that Batak is a Christian, namely Toba Batak. Though the type of Batak is very much and still has a resemblance of customs and traditions.
Mandailing and Angkola Batak Language Dictionary
Bayo Pangoli: the groom-to-be
Boru Na Ni Oli: bride-to-be
Kahanggi: a male family from a lineage of male parents
Anak Boru: the male family of a married sister/sister husband
Mora: the male family of the wife's brother
