My Sacrifice is worthless

Forced Engaged

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That afternoon after school, my father and grandmother were relaxing on the terrace. After saying hello I went in and changed my clothes. Hurry to eat because it is very hungry, naturally, without pocket money only supply water from home.

Sometimes my close friends who already know my situation, from them I can feel the snack in the school cafeteria. Although only fried and iced tea, it is enough to prop up the stomach when you have to go home at one to two in the afternoon.

"Well, if you've eaten here?" shouting grandma.

Without saying I continue eating. I saw mom resting. Because from 05.30 am he has gone to the rice field. Be it his rice fields which are only a few plots that he rents or the rice fields of others to take the wages of the harvest or clean the grass.

After I finished eating I went out on the terrace sitting in the door bandulan while looking for fresh air not far from grandma and dad.

"Ta, your Lady grandmother told us that Philip wanted to propose to you" explained the grandmother.

I who heard, can only gawk for a while while digesting the words that Grandma said.

"Sir, Ita is still in school ... New second grade, how can be applied so? Ita won't," I almost cried.

"He still wants to go to school, work, make parents happy and be a useful child."

"Alah, at the very end of SMP you want to work what the hell Ta? so babu?" cetus grandma pongah.

My tears suddenly fell without me noticing. How valuable is education in their eyes?

"You marry Philip, he's working, mature, polite and not stingy. He also gave grandma some shopping money, you also eat the results?" grandma continued without caring about my feelings.

"Yes Ta, come with you don't tell a lot of stories" concluded the father without feeling.

"Grandma was married to your grandpa, your grandma was 13 and your grandpa was 20. When grandma gave birth to your dad, grandma was still strong and fresh, even when grandma brought your dad to the market, people thought your dad was her sister. Since grandma is young, did you get married when you were old?" scornful grandma proud.

I'm out of words. Crying is useless. It will only provoke the anger of Father and grandmother.

"It's up to Grandma and Dad, but I want to stay in school until third grade, after that it's up." I said.

After saying that I rushed into the room, spilling all my despair and sorrow on the pillow to my darling. I immediately informed Fitri of the accident. It took a while for Fitri to reply to my message. The sound of the clang of the cell phone sign incoming messages immediately I open.

"Follow the will of Father and Grandma Sis, we will find a way to make the om-om hate you." he said.

I smiled wryly reading Fitri's message, so I had to pretend how long?

I just answered "Ok." to Fitri's message. Saturday afternoon to the next day Fitri came home, because I told him om was coming. At night the old man was sitting sweet near my father, I don't know if I didn't want to taru. I joked with Fitri and Nur in the kitchen.

After the om from home, my father went into the kitchen and said tomorrow om Philip will take me to the market to buy a gold ring for me and his engagement will be held in the evening.

Fitri and I just looked at it without answering what Dad said just now. Fitri grasping my hand gave me wordless strength. I sobbed.

Hot eyes hold back the crying. Was there no compassion in my parents' hearts? The ancients in my grandmother's time were married at a very early age but different from my current time.

In the afternoon when Philip came to the house to ask me to go buy a ring for me, of course I did not want to just be alone with him. Kuajak and Fitri.

Evening came to lift his curtain. The pitch dark seemed to represent a heart that seemed no longer a ray of hope. I'm resigned if this is my path. I stared at the cheerful faces of my father and grandmother. Without feeling the ring has been embedded with a terrible smile from the person I hate the most.

I had to do something before I was forever caught up in their game. Fortunately Philip only tied me up with a ring without saying when he would marry me, I might faint on the spot.

Every time Philip came, he always tried to get close to me. One afternoon after school I was very tired because I had a fever. I fell asleep after taking the medicine.

In my sleep, I felt a touch in my skin and hair. Wanting to open my eyes but very heavy, it just so happened that I used a thick blanket, which was outside just my hands and head.

Curiosity makes me open my eyes. And how surprised I was that Philip was already in my room and sitting on my bed. I sat back and retreated to avoid it. Shaking restrains fear and anger. He looked at me in wonder.

"Om what's in my room?" my sergeant.

"It's wrong that your fiancee wants you to be sick?" tanyakanya.

"Can be out of Om, no need to go in and in my room, no courtesy .. get out now!" yell again.

He also rushed out of my room. Maybe I don't want to hear my screams any further. I'm sorry, why didn't you make a door for my room that needed some privacy. Since then, I have been more vigilant and kept my distance. Don't want to miss anymore. I once told my grandmother and father about this matter but their response made me shudder in horror.

One afternoon when Fitri and I went to the market to shop, we accidentally met Mr. Edwar, the police chief at that time in my village.

"Hi Ita, I heard you're engaged?" tanyanya spontaneous.

Fitri and I were unhappy, because I tried to cover up the incident as much as possible even though my father and grandmother seemed to want one village to know the news.

I smiled wryly and it seemed that Mr. Edwar understood my feelings.

"Gini loh Ta, instead of you want to interfere in your personal and family affairs. Only you pity to see you, still a little girl has been betrothed. You've advised your father a few times but your father says it's your choice, is it true?" ask Mr. Edwar full of search.

Of course, Mr. Edwar's question made me look deeper.

"No sir, I still want to continue school and my ideals Sir." I replied softly.

"Are you sure Philip's not married?"

I'm shaking. "Do not know sir, I never ask," I replied accordingly.

"Tomorrow Monday, you go there."