My Husband's Past

Chapter 1 Pov. Firms

I cried the night before my wedding day "I want someone to take me running tonight, ah but who wants to help me" I cried myself in the room.

My father who usually always defended me also did not defend me "from childhood we have raised and educated you what this is your reply to parents , are you going to make us feel ashamed for refusing the proposal of a good man who wants to make you his wife ??" angry at my father when I found out I was trying to run away from home.

My name is My firm is 18 years old and just two months ago I graduated High School. I'm three brothers, my older sister has died of illness and my younger brother is still in the 3rd grade of First High School .

It was not my dream to get married at this young age, a thing that was far from my expectations even for a dream - wishful thinking never.

I was asked by a man 10 years older than me .

I have never known him in person because he, his aunt and brother applied while I was on vacation with my friends in Jogja after the end of school exams.

What I regret is why my parents easily accepted the man's proposal without asking me .

"I still want to go to college well, I don't want to get married" I argued in front of my father but my father left me instead , I could only cry as I stared blankly at the backpack I was about to carry away this morning lying on the floor.

I give up on my parents' wishes . I don't want to be a child of the ungodly but I don't know why my heart keeps on turning down this marriage .

I know it's not for no reason that my father couldn't refuse the man's proposal, it must be because I didn't want the experience of his friend's daughter to happen to me .

Father's friend has a daughter, she also refuses matchmaking which results in the family of the male party - her actions are offended .

Without feeling like the daughter of a friend of father's daughter was given a courtesy delivery by the family of a man who was rejected his application (But we also do not dare to be bad in thought because of the slander of the fall later) to be crazy a dozen years and tragic suicide .

Easy - hopefully the daughter of a friend father calm in nature there .

The Flashback

"Fir , tomorrow join me to the kebaya shop, next month your engagement with Agus , you must look beautiful in front of his extended family" said mother approached me at the door while stirring the batter bakwan (bakwan \= fried snacks made from flour and vegetables such as carrots for example).

Yes .. My mother is a hobby of cooking inversely proportional to me who can not cook at all , eh not can not but rather can not cook because from childhood never for once I was allowed to help cook, I was only allowed to help clean the house and wash clothes .

As a result until graduating from High School I only know how to make sambel .

I just remembered that I used to have a neighbor who had a contract next to the house, he had a younger brother named Agus . Is he the same man ?

The man who likes to steal - steal the view that I passed in front of his brother's rented house .

Aaa .. What do I care anyway I also never had the desire to marry anyone at this easy age .

Yes Allah .... Send someone who can save me from this matchmaking, I'm not quite ready .

Even I had a wish - wish to continue to higher education .

Father mother .. Open your hearts, understand your daughter's feelings .

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"Come on a cloud cover (may hunt for bad luck)" my mother shouted from the kitchen .

" yes ma'am .. A moment " . sahutku who just came out of the bathroom next to the kitchen .

At 9 am we have arrived at the fabric store and even the store also seems to have just opened because there is still a partial rolling door that is still closed .

"Fir .. rene iki loh slick (Fir .. Here's a nice look you see)" mom stood up holding a kebaya dress hung at the top .

It feels lazy and tired from back and forth tailing an enthusiastic mother choose - choose a kebaya cloth , but why be an excited mother while I'm the betrothed is not interested in choosing any kebaya cloth .

Do not close the fact that I actually really like to collect kebaya clothes, but this time I do not taste even though just touch the fabric material .

Two hours we've been in the fabric store it feels like this foot is achy hot tired but see the mother does not look tired at all .

Not only that I also began to feel embarrassed because it was seen continue the same mbak - mbak who had served us .

"Bus ... Still a long time ?" my protest

"City .. Iki loh wes mari (yes this loh is done)" my mom sewot .

Flashback Off

"Wes tho ndu ojo nangis continue, ora ono result of macar yo I decorate kowe iki ket 6 oj mau (already tho ndu do not cry continuously 6 mau , there is no result of my efforts to apply makeup from 6 am earlier) said budhe Meri who looked tired persuaded me to stop crying .

Yes .. I cried for two more hours because now it is almost 9 , even the pak penghulu was already on his way to here .

Budhe Meri tidied up my make up again, what a MUA who is very patient to face me these two hours .

Like other MUA may have given up immediately and left me who did not stop crying this .

Whoever the person if there is in a position like me will definitely cry, parents no one to defend let alone relatives who in fact one thought that the choice of parents is much better than their own choice .

The problem today is not the time of Siti Nurbaya who was forced to marry Datuk Maringgai just because to make up for an unpaid debt .

Uh .. That's the story I heard about Siti Nurbaya's story while I was still sitting in the Elementary School of the upperclassmen .

But did my parents force me to marry for the same reason ? .

I don't know .. I can only accept with a heavy heart this marriage, O Allah .. Easy - hopefully this option is the best choice ..

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"Fir .. Pak penghulu ne wes teko let's ndang metu (Fir .. Mr. Penghulu has come come let's hunt out)" . my mother oh my mother .. Why is it so happy to welcome the marriage of your unhappy son .

Budhe Meri and mother took my right and left arms and led me out of the room to the table prepared for the wedding and of course the most awaited sacred grandiose table - wait for all the brides to justify their bond of birth .

Aaa .. Unfortunately I don't want to be in front of that table .

"Come Fir ojo stagnates ! (Let's not stop)" mother whispered while squeezing my left arm .

I wish I had suddenly fainted if I needed to lose my memory at this moment .