FORCED TO MARRY PARIBAN

Contradicts

An all-night manortor event is underway. The less healthy dew, feel unable to sit sweetly in the mopaminan. His eyes were already drowsy, perhaps the effect of the medicine he was taking. Plus his body feels sore and all sore. Really not feeling well.

Tara glanced at the staggering Dew withstanding the sleepiness, the black glasses she used to cover her sleepy eyes as if they were no longer useful. Because his body can not be collaborated again to sit tight, watching the manortor event.

"Want to sleep?" whispered Tara, touching the hand of Dew that was above her thigh. Dew was surprised and his drowsiness flew by the night wind.

Dew threw Tara's hand that touched her hand.

"Don't hold. I know it again."Dew full of frustration. He who was forced into marriage, felt this event was very boring.

"If Adek is drowsy, Adek can lean here. Keep his feet on seloncorin. It's okay." Tara still answered Dew's anger with gentleness. Designate the backrest where they sit, which is made of mattresses and pillows that are arranged a lot.

Yes, their current seat was not a fancy chair. But the mattress is stacked, leaning against the mattress and soft pillows. It was purposely made, so that the bride feels comfortable. When you have to watch the manortor event overnight, until the early hours of the morning.

"Sleep? think about. How can I sleep here wearing this heavy and noisy bone." Dew complains, do not like the event they are following.

Tara breathed deeply.

"Bang, please open the tray. My wife wants a break. He felt his head hurt." Tara asked for help to MUA who had been sitting not far from them.

"Can you open it ?" ask Dew with face sprains, it's so good that Tara calmly calls her a wife. He was amused to hear the word wife pinned for him.

"Can dong cin, you use a shawl instead." Say a man of the male sex but behave like a woman.

"I'm off the bone." Pulang detached from the head of Dewun. He felt his head light and plong.

"Sleep!" said Tara slowly and smiled at Dewun.

With a lazy face, Dew looked at Tara and began to lean his back on a pile of mattresses and pillows arranged in such a way, so that both brides could comfortably sit in the guarantee.

Tara took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, over the Dew nature that was never good to her.

Tara felt sad and sorry for herself. Until when will He endure, be treated so unkindly. All his words were met with hatred and resentment.

Tara is pessimistic, maybe she will never get love and affection from Dewun. But at least in this togetherness. He can straighten out Dew's misunderstanding about Doly being one of the sources of Dew's hatred for him.

Dew's head staggered to the side and forward even about to fall to the side, because his sleeping head had nothing to support him. Gently, Tara grabbed the Dew head. Put it on his shoulder.

As Tara grabbed the Dew's head, Tara's hand touched her forehead. He could feel that the Dew was still feverish.

Tara felt guilty, She could feel the miserable position of Dew at this moment. Forced to marry an unloved person, it can certainly make stress and the result is decreased immune, so easy to attack the disease.

Tara stared at the pale Dew face. He's holding Dew's hand. Tara prayed in her heart that the pain of Dew would be transferred to her. Because He will not bear to see the Dew in a state of pain.

Then Tara looked towards her Mama who was sitting not far from them. Tara gave the code, that Dew is not okay.

"Dear, has the heat of the Dew gone down? did he say it was better?" Mama Mira put the back of her hand on her forehead.

Tara did not reply, She instead displayed her worried facial expression.

"Growing hotter than Tara. Why don't you tell Mama. Let's take him to the room. No more need for you to be in this guarantee." Mama Mira said full of worries.

Tara began to carry Dew into the house. Followed by Mama Mira.

"Namahua do Boru? asi's in oppa?"

(why the bride? why in the car?"

The voices of the invited guests sounded so curious, why the bride and groom left the ring.

"Is it okay Doctor Fadli came here?" Mama Mira said while massaging her hands. He was so worried about his daughter-in-law. If Dew is sick, what about this Margondang event. It would be a pity if the bride and groom are not together at the wedding, watching the torter from the guests.

Dew woke up, He was staring at the weak Mama Mira who was so worried about him at this moment.

"Ma--ma's sick...!" said a feeble Dew, tears dripping down his cheeks.

"Mama I want to go home." Dew is completely unconscious of what it says. Right now he just wants to say what's in his heart.

"Dear, you have to get well." Later we will also visit His Majesty's house." Mama Nur said, starting to loosen the clothes worn by Dewun.

"You changed Dew clothes. So that He may move more freely. Mama take the hot-diminishing herbal medicine first." Mama Mira instantly left the room without commenting on Tara's words. That said, that He should prepare the potion. Because He did not dare to do Mama Mira's orders, which is to change Dew clothes.

"Sir, let's change his clothes first huh?!" Tara hesitates to say it. The dew displays a face of pain. Her body feels so crumpled. Maybe he got in the wind too.

"Do you need to help?" tara asked full of worries.

The dew shook his head, He seemed to have no energy to get angry.

"Take my change of clothes in the suitcase" said Dewun weakly. Yes, the clothes under the Dew, have not been arranged in the closet.

"Oh yes Dek." Tara answered rushing into the walk in closet. He took out silk pajamas that were very soft and comfortable to wear from inside the closet.

Dew just looked at Tara's departure, Why even go into the dressing room. Instead of taking her change of clothes in the suitcase.

"Is there a dresser in the closet for me to sleep with?" dew in the heart.

Tara carries one nude-colored sleeping pajama stel.

"I can do it myself, you get out. And don't come in here again. Seeing your face my body is getting hotter. My blood is boiling." Dew with a face full of hatred. When Tara wants to try to help Dew open custom clothing accessories attached to the clothes she wears.

Tara was stunned to hear it. That hateful speech, which made her heart break. Can't his wife say good words. So that people do not hurt. This is even just playing throw away.

Thank goodness Tara loves Dewun so much, so the word rough even as if flattery felt. Even though his heart hurt.

Finally Tara came out of the room, stroking her chest that hurt and hurt.

Before long Mama Mira came, with a decoction of heat-lowering herbs. As well as a maid who brought food for Dewun.

"Where to, baby?" Mama Mira said, highlighting the room room, looking for Tara.

"Get out of Ma." Answer the weak Dew.

"Eat a little yes dear, continue to take this medicine and potion. I hope you are healthy tomorrow. Because tomorrow's the peak event. You guys have to be manortors, keep on at Patuaekkon

(Patuekkon is a bridal event will be taken to the river with a parade of relatives. But given the increasingly modern times and the location does not allow there to be a river, then later Tara and Dewun paraded by the traditional chairman, he said, the customary kings and all the families to go to the river river were replaced with water filled containers that signified it was river water. Then they will go up on a high stage and will be seated on that stage. Every time they climb a ladder, there will be advice or advice given.)

"Yes Bou, Dew understands. The dew must have healed Bou." Speak Dew weak. He began to lie down after eating and taking medicine.

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The next day, Dew woke up bad luck. He glanced at the clock perched on Tara's bedroom wall, showing it at seven in the morning. He had been asleep for four hours. The effect of the medication he took was very good.

He's better, he doesn't have a fever anymore. The body is also no longer tired. But, he felt helpless. Hands sweat cold, mouth feels stiff, saliva feels bitter and head hurts.

He highlights every corner of the room, looking for Tara's whereabouts. But he didn't find it. He feels so good.

The sound of Gondang, flutes and thistles were clearly heard to their rooms on the second floor. Yes, the manortor event will not stop, except when it can pray.

Dews walking towards the balcony want to see the manortor event from the top of the balcony, which can indeed be clearly seen from above.

He immediately clucked in annoyance, as his eyes fell on Tara who was sitting on the lap with sunglasses on.

After clucking annoyed at seeing Tara, Dew was instead interested in seeing her husband linger.

"I why the hell? I was so upset with him. But why am I curious about him? sometimes I even want to see it longer." Dew yells pissed, punching concrete balcony divider. She really hates herself, who can get dizzy if she interacts with Tara.

He was dizzy, because his heart was contrary to his attitude and principles. In her brain it was already doctrinated, that Tara was the human she hated the most. But, his heart wanted to be close to Tara.

"Arrgh.... Why the hell is he such a bitch..?" yelled Dew, wiped his tears and walked quickly to the bathroom.

TB

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