FORCED TO MARRY PARIBAN

Paborhat Boru Part 3

POV Dew

Building a housewife is ideally based on a feeling of mutual love between two people. But that doesn't happen to me. When love is not yet on the side, can the story end happily? Marriage without love is common. I don't expect this marriage to end happily. Because my happiness is only in Mas Ardhi.

In fact, not everyone is lucky enough to marry the person he loves. Some because of arranged marriages are forced to pair with a figure he does not like. As it happens to me now. There are also those who willingly marry without the feeling of love at all. Love grows because of the ordinary, so it is said.

But, this marriage that I do is different from the marriage of people in general. I'm just being left out and going back to the man I love so much.

It sounds strange, but that's the content of the ridiculous deal made by the two men who are currently always on my mind. One man I love so much and one man I hate so much.

Today was so exhausting. Tired of heart, mind and body. Everything I do goes against my heart. There was no truth in it that made me even more depressed.

Plus the advice from Mama, dad, Bones, Lacing, and many more, made my head want to break. My brain is no longer able to absorb all that advice. I feel like I'm about to faint.

Their advice was so profound, I felt guilty about participating in this charade marriage.

I don't think, Tara seems ordinary. What was the motive for marrying me for only six months?

Stupid guy who's been my temporary husband. The dowry he gave was not responsible 5 M. Does he not feel lost?

Stupid, what I think. Anyway, I have to go back to Mas Ardhi later.

My daydream was stopped when the voice of the Adhan was echoed with its merdunya, when I was about to step from this house and was carried to Tara's house.

I took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. I should be able to calm down, because right now I feel like my chest is getting tight and sore.

Even I feel my head dizzy seven circumference. My body feels powerless.

I blinked my eyes to see the people in front of me. Because I feel my vision is a little blurry. I felt like I wanted to faint, I had too much to carry.

The hen in my sling. My right and left hands are full. Not to mention I have to end the basket. Even after stepping from home. The basket that I end will be taken down and taken over by Pandongani. Or bridesmaids.

With a blurred look, I saw Tara sticking out her hand to grab me. He immediately embraced me, there was a feeling of being arrogant and annoyed. Why would this man be my husband.

He hugged me from the side tightly, leading my frail steps, towards the parked car not far from home.

In the custom of Angkola Batak, there is a tradition of Boru Bones Mangolat. But, because, I married my own Pariban. Then the event was not held again.

Mangolat Boru Bones is an event when the bride will be out of the house. He will be confronted by his male cousin who asks for money, to the bridegroom.

The money in the form of wages has been keeping the bride as long as she is not married.

This event will usually invite boisterous cheers and laughter from invited guests who watched.

TB