
Name: Siti Alifah
Age: 17 years
Religion : Islam
Hobbies: singing and reading novels
Ideas: becoming a teacher
Pearl said: Pursue your ideals even though they are as high as the stars in the sky and difficult for you to reach because they are unreachable.
That's Alifah's writing in the school year book in the second grade.
But the truth is, it is far from even imagined.
Now the girl sits beside me dressed in full brakat kebaya hijab sequins are typical and groom generally bride. So pretty!
And I, sitting in an official suit belonging to MUA for rent.
"I accept the marriage of Siti Alifah bint Mr. Mukti with a 24 carat dowry ring of three grams paid in cash!" I said firmly with one breath.
"Huh?"
"Well!"
"Well, sodara-sodara? Thank goodness..."
Pang Pengulu who married us also recited a prayer after the marriage contract was completed.
What happened between us before? While we are the NEMESIS. But why now we just have to build a sadinah household, mawaddah warrohmah.
Flash back on...
"Ouch! Why are you in the public bathroom?" alifah shouted at me who rushed in without knocking on the door. Which turns out there's someone in it. And that person is Siti Alifah, my NEMESIS.
One thing I have to tell you, Me and Alifah are RW's neighbors. Our house is only one alley away in the Sweet Garden housing complex. One of the densely populated settlements is a very simple house type that is famous for its gangs.
Public toilets are usually rented to the surrounding population, the position is not far from the residential mosque.
"Why is maen serobot? I'm washing clothes again, Markonah!" spray Alifah on me with his cry.
"Gue wants modol, Marfu'ah!"
"Haish! Dodol mah in Cang Abas noh stall! What about nyari dodol dimarih?"
"Awas, spout of Lifah! I want to be'ol!!!"
"Yassalam! Lo lanang what bikang? Rempong is so a person! Blow-up!!! I'm still this scabbard!!!"
"Yes, come out first!!! Aarrrgh!!! If I'm here you take responsibility, Lipah!!!"
"Gee! Offhanded! Why am I responsible!"
I really can't stand having a bowel movement. The power went out from this morning. The empty bathtub was leaping no water. Even Bi Minah also takes water from the common WC here to wash dishes.
Here the water is indeed buried from the well absorption water built by residents in gotong royong. It functions like this. For emergency residents around.
Back to my commotion and Alifah.
A little annoyed I pushed the girl's body a little rough so that she immediately rushed out of the toilet and carrying her laundry bucket.
I just realized that the boy wasn't wearing underwear. Only the scabbard he conjured into kemben.
Hicks! My eyes are stained!
"Quick, Lipah! I'm not holding this!!!"
"Astaghfirullahal!!! What are you guys on?"
Like being hit by a nuclear and missile attack from Russia at the same time, I'm like an electrician. I fell down and one of my legs went into the WC hole.
And the fatal thing again, my right hand reflexively pulled the glove that Alifah was wearing until it sagged until clearly plastered parts.
My brain disappeared immediately. Either scattered in a mess, or yawned unclear.
It was like being hypnotized, and I just kept my head down into a complex citizen spectacle. We were almost paraded around if Alifah's mother did not cry roaring to ask Mr. RW not to embarrass us more.
Finally, both my parents and Alifah's parents agreed to marry us both.
Although the school was still in third grade, and had entered the sixth semester, we were married the next day.
Marriage because of force.
Marrying for the accusation of adultery.
Oh God!!!
...❤BERCONNECT❤...