My Past Stories

7. Finally

After almost half an hour, the pak penghulu who was going to marry the couple elsewhere also asked Dillah's father to call us. With that feeling somehow, I just obeyed the request of Dillah and her mother.

I sat next to Dillah in front of the chief and the magistrate. I just kept my head down without looking forward, wearing it or to the left.

"Can it start ?" Ask pengghulu. We all nodded and Dillah shook Pak Penghulu's hand.

"Brother of Abdillah Hasan ibn Amir. I marry you and marry you to Ananda Desiana Maurina bint Syahid, with the ring mate immediately three grams paid in cash."

"I accepted her marriage and marriage, Desiana Maurina bint Syahid, with the mascavid being paid in cash."

One breath Dillah can immediately complete his kabul ijab. Without my asking and commanding, clear circles vying out of my eyes. Dillah took my hand and put a ring on my finger, and I kissed the back of her hand. Then I immediately wiped my tears and immediately signed our sirih marriage certificate which was prepared by pak pengupulu at the request of Dillah's father.

After the death of Mr. Penghulu, I asked permission to return to the room to calm my mind. I am still very surprised by today. The entire Dillah family agreed because they understood rightly my current situation. Dillah drove me to my room.

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I kept quiet and shed tears when I got to the room. Dillah who had been crouching in front of me could only look at me who was crying, nodding me let out all the tightness in my chest for what she did.

When I stopped crying because I was tired, Dillah started talking to me.

"Sorry brother." He said while holding both of my hands. "I'm sorry brother because it's been easy to do rich things gini to Desi, don't say first to Desi the same to the father's mother."

I just shook my head. "Desi don't want to apologize brother ?"

"Bu-kan gi-tu sis." My heart stammered because it was still a little bit as excited.

"Keep ?"

"Ta-u ah !" I was upset with him who could not express what was now in my heart.

Happy ? Maybe so. Happy to be married to someone I started to love. But really, not so fast. Sad ? Definitely sad. Sad to be married without being attended by his parents and his only brother.

Dillah held me in her arms very tightly, but I just kept quiet not to reply. It still feels so shameful for me to accept all this. I never thought I'd get married even when I wasn't 17. I am 16 years old and will turn 17 in October.

"So dear sister Desi. Brother doesn't want to lose Desi, only in this way can you calm down while away from Desi !"

"Desi is also very affectionate with sister." Reply and return his embrace.

A few moments we were swept away in our arms, shedding all the happiness we both felt and the affection we shared. Until finally Dillah let go of his embrace and kissed my forehead inside. I enjoy the warmth I feel right now. A taste I never got from any man except my father.

Dillah stared intently at my eyes and probed my entire face which looked very auhy with simple makeup. He slowly rubbed your red lips using one index finger as he said. "It's just for brother !"

I smiled and then nodded. Dillah brought her face closer to mine, and a moment later she kissed my lips. I was embarrassed, but she just smiled at me who was embarrassed. Again, he brought his face closer to mine, one hand grabbed my chin.

Dillah really kissed my lips. But not just kissing, but he was swearing and*******my lips greedily. I who have never felt a kiss can only resign without being able to reply because I do not understand anything. Until a few minutes I was almost out of breath, I flailed on his shoulder and pushed him a little.

"Huh. huh.. huh.." My breath was stingy because I was almost out of oxygen because of it.

"Why ?" He asked with a smiling face mocking me. "Nge-se-lin !" My heart is still holding my breath.

Dillah held me in his arms again and he repeatedly kissed the top of my head. "Thank you !" I also nodded.

"Now you change clothes, brother wait outside and we eat !" Tell her to me. And I can only follow what he says.

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The night after I finished eating together, Dillah took me to sit on the front porch of her house. She brought me some warm tea and cake and for her. I looked at him and gave him my smile. A smile that is hard to interpret between sad and happy.

"Ga thought I was somebody's wife now !" I said while turning my gaze straight ahead.

"Nyesel Des ?"

I'm shaking. "Not nyesel, brother. I just can't believe it !" Convincing.

"Quiet down. Big sister will macem-macem ko. Brother will not force you, brother knows you still want to go to school !"

"Aren't you sure ?"

"God willing.hehehe"

I stared lazily at the man who was now religiously legitimate to be my husband. Although I actually accepted this marriage, but I also felt very afraid of him who might force me to serve him as a husband.

At 9 p.m., Dillah's father told us to come in because the weather was getting colder. It's true, tonight feels so cold compared to last night.

"You go to sleep first. Brother wants to talk to dad." He said to me while stroking my cheek.

I lay myself in a medium-sized bed in the room that will now be my room and Dillah's room. He closed the door and I closed my eyes.

Until 11pm, Dillah went back into the room. I, who had not really slept well, heard the sound of the door opening. Dillah sat beside me asleep, she stroked my head and allowed my slightly messy hair. I accidentally didn't open my eyes, because I was actually sleepy but wonder why I couldn't fall asleep.

My heart was beating so fast, fear attacked me when Dillah pulled the blanket I was wearing. My mind's been going around imagining what Dillah's gonna do to me tonight. I wanted to get up and run away from him. But whatever my day, I have been legally his wife and indeed I should have served him as my husband.

Dillah laid her body beside me and pulled back the blanket she had pulled from my body and put it on me as well. He hugged me from the side and said something. "Sister will not ask for the rights of brother if you have already fully touched brother.