Not a Running Married
Khairunisa - refused to be betrothed
“Anaan anyway, Mom! Nisa don't want to!” A girl looks unhappy looking at the mother who is now sitting in front of her.
“Why not? This is also for your good as well,” said the woman in her fifty years.
“Nisa still want to work, or play. Not getting married, let alone getting married. Nisa's twenty years old, ma'am. Mom wants to marry Nisa hurry.” The girl insisted on rejecting the decision of the mother who wanted to match her.
The woman named Santi was staring annoyed at her second daughter who did not want to be betrothed. Though the young man who proposed to him was a village device and obviously his job.
“Add your son, sir. He told his brother why he was stuck!” Santi grumbled because his daughter Khaerunisa refused the arranged marriage.
Abdullah—ayah Nisa, seen exhaling a rough breath.
“You're following your mother, Sa. This is all for your future,” Abdullah said trying to persuade.
Nisa puffed her cheeks, grumbling inwardly as her parents forced her into marriage.
“Nisa anyway don't want, point!” The girl stood up and looked at her father and mother in turn.
“Why Mom and Dad don't let me go to college like Joya, or work together like Joya. Why should I stay home and not go anywhere!” nisa was upset with her parents.
Santi stood up to hear his daughter mention the name of a cousin who worked successfully in the city. However, Santi who was conservative, thought that city life would not be as good and friendly in the village.
“Don't follow Joya! You see, because he lived in the city, until he was thirty years old unmarried and had a soul mate! You just obey Mother, have chosen a good man, but still ngeyel!” furious Santi.
Nisa is upset that her mother does not understand her feelings and desires. He sometimes envies his friends who can work, even college in the city. In that village, Nisa is just a village girl who has no experience of the world. His daily life was just cleaning the house, helping his father take care of workers in the fields and gardens, the rest spent time in the room reading novels.
“Nape your face is sour?” ask Nisa's friend when the girl comes to her house.
“Again mother,” replied Nisa. He hugged the couch cushion.
“What else? Your mother is angry with other people's children because of your decetin?” ask Nisa's friend named desi.
“Not,” answered Nisa still putting on an annoyed face.
“Terus?” Desi is increasingly curious because her friend came-coming already pissed.
“Mommy wants to match me, this time the same young man from the next village. I'm lazy.” Nisa dropped her body, then lay on her side on the sofa and hugged tightly roll before then drowning her face there.
“Tuh guy must be shitir, so your mother wants to match you with him,” cerocos Desi.
“Tau ah .. I got dizzy,” grumbled Nisa then closed her eyes.
Desi head bobbles. This was not the first time Nisa had come face sour and complained to him. From Nisa who is prohibited from working, until there are friends who come to play expelled with Santi because only riding a butut bike has ever been complained. Desi himself does not understand why Santi to really curb Nisa to such an extent.
Although Desi knows that the descendants of the Nisa family are indeed rich, but that does not mean that they have to be picky when it comes to making friends.
Desi suddenly smiled mischievously, the girl pulled out her phone and opened a social media app. He glanced at Nisa who was still closing her eyes, while her thumb looked agile typing something.
