Pariban So Rokkap

Go home to Jakarta

Finally the party was over as well, relieved to feel, I felt the heavy burden come off my shoulders.

For almost two weeks in the village, I felt that I was carrying a very heavy burden.

I am now the legal husband of a Nettania, my little pariban.

Two days after the party was over, we had already finished the silahturahmi on the family in the village.

Actually the family still asked us to stay longer, because the custom after the wedding is over, usually we newlyweds are invited to eat at the family home close.

We were forced to skip that tradition because I asked to return home to Jakarta sooner, because there was urgent work. It's not really a matter of urgent work, but my urgent heart wants to see someone.

But before returning to Jakarta it is a tradition in our extended family every event or thanksgiving will eat Batak Toba special dishes. Naniura or sushi Batak typical cuisine with its reliable taste that vibrates on the tongue.

Uncooked goldfish is only brushed with acid and yellow seasoning.

Nettania and I finally decided to leave first from my parents back to Jakarta.

Netta's close friends, Betaria, Revina, Sina, Wati embraced him with tears, now the four teenagers were abandoned by one of their close friends.

Nettania looks very strong, while Nantulang mama Nettania seen accompanied by crying to release her daughter, along the way to take us to the port at Pandiangan. Nantulang hugged Nettania her tears did not stop flowing and the advice of a mother, she whispered to Netta, Netta or My wife just nodded her head.

Arriving at Labuhan Pandiangan, the ship that will take us from Lake Toba to Silangit airport finally came.

That was where Netta's cry broke, she cried as she watched her sisters cry off her disappearance.

“Already, already, the ship will be leaving soon,” my aunt, or the Boat Nattania who accompanied us home, Auntie, led Netta's hand on the ship.

The ship slowly left the port, me and Netta still looked very stiff, she was quiet and I who had not known her fully made our relationship very stiff. Stiff and dry like a sun-drenched buffalo skin.

On the ship, she still occasionally wiped her tears with the back of her hand, I should have as her husband leaned her head on my shoulder, gave my back to her to lean her head, but I didn't.

I'm not ready, I'm not ready to be a husband to Nettania, I need time to accept her as my wife, I have to apologize for that.

Akau and Nettania need an introduction stage, he is my cousin but I rarely met him, never a few times as a child.

If I'm to blame for not being able to accept it, it's only natural. But, someone's heart and feelings can't be forced, it would be more painful for Nettania if I pretended to know about her and I acted as if I loved her.

But sorry for my whole family, my heart still has.

I actually feel sorry for Nettania for everything that happened to us. But. Most of my heart, fixed on my beloved Micah, for two weeks not meeting him, I feel it has been almost a year.if I had wings, if I had, I'll fly ahead of the plane we're going to board, just to meet him.

“Than, try to ask you below there is already a sale of rice yet, Netta from home has not been absorbed,” said my aunt looked at me sharply.

How not to look at me sharply, because since Mami returned my phone earlier, my eyes and attention became focused on that one thing.

My eyes were staring at the focus of that square black object, because when it was seized with Mami for almost two weeks, I felt like I was on another planet without a cell phone in my hand.

So when it was returned to me, of course I did one thing to see the incoming message from Micah with my heart

My hand rubbed my chin, my eyes still seriously looking at his many tiled messages.

“Jonathan..!” call my aunt , take my eyes off my phone, “You didn't hear what Aunt said?” I looked at me again with investigating eyes.

“What was it, Tan?”

“Ah, you are right deh,” he said, his face angry, he left us both sitting.

We sat in silence with Netta, awkwardness still happening to both of us, even though we were married. For the first night don't ask, I haven't touched it.

I think Netta is still too small for that, and I have no intention of doing my duty as a husband for now.

I was busy with my phone, Nettania was busy with her own thoughts. As we sat quietly someone came a young man approaching Nettania.

“Netta..!tudia ho?”(( where are you going?”) his face was handsome, still young, the same age as with Nettania.

“Eh, Aldo, naeng tu Jakarta mangihuthon amattaku.” (going to Jakarta with my husband) said Nettania, He looked at me.

“Bang, this is Aldo, he is my schoolmate,” Netta introduced his friend, although I do not care about it, but he looks mature when introducing his friend to me.

It's very natural, because I'm her husband.

“Hai bang ,I Aldo situmorang,” thrust his hand.

“Hai bro,” my brief no-nonsense and focused back on my phone screen, reading hundreds if not thousands of incoming messages and incoming emails.

Feeling that I didn't really care about them, Aldo chose to sit on the bench a bit away from us.

“Bang, I chatted with friends for a while, yes!” Netta, ask permission to sit down with her schoolmate.

“Iya, I said without protest, just turned around for a while and returned to my phone screen.

Not too long ago my aunt came with rice in her hand, seeing Nettania with another man, aunty was angry.

“You how the hell Tan, notya keep Nettania even play hape mulu anyway,” my aunt nagged.

“That's it, Tan. again chatting with his schoolmate.”

“That's what he means Aunt, Jonathan, you're still newlyweds, he's been sitting chatting with another man and you seem to not care, later what people say, Than,” said my aunt, again he nagged, since boarding the ship I don't know how many times my aunt nagged at me because of my indifferent attitude to Netta.

We arrived at Muara and from Muara to Silangit Airport, we got off the car of a man named Aldo.

Not care about that. But I was a little curious, ever since he came down, his eyes only looked at Nettania, Netta was too busy, he was busy taking care of our luggage to the point of not realizing the gaze of the young white man.

I don't feel disturbed one bit.

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