Pariban So Rokkap

Forced marriage

My fatigue is growing, because

just arrived home but has been reviewed various questions and various orders from my family, one of them from Namboruku who called the bou, Namboru the name for the sister or kaka sister of the father.

“Than, how are your things, done?” asked my aunt, who had just arrived from London, she deliberately went home to take care of all our wedding preparations.

“Not yet, bou,” I replied in a lackluster tone.

“ Why not..!?” you are married, Than, why we are the ones who bother themselves, you are even relaxed,” rutuk my aunt with a tone of annoyance babbling.

I threw my body on my bed, I felt weak because Micah finally knew my matchmaking plan, no one told me.

Just out of the office, he sent a message saying congratulations for my wedding plans.

I was going to tell Micah myself, but he already knew from others that I was upset.

Geck..Tok

“Bang, it's me Ita, can I enter not?”

“Come..”

“Abang what the hell is..? his face was rich. Are you unhappy with this matchmaking event? If you are not happy to talk from the beginning, Mami Sama Papi will have taken care of everything.”

Anita my youngest sister always gave me advice, even though she was far below me.

“Gak, I'm just tired, there out.. ! I want to sleep.” Expelling the little girl from my room, hearing her chatter made my head ache.

“Abang doesn't matter later, right? Brother didn't run away later, did he?” consecutive questions and noise from my little sister, making my ears ring as if my head was hit with a frying pan, hearing those chattering lips, my emotions began to rise, my emotions began to rise, I'm one of the types of men who are easily emotional, let alone hear the advice that's it.

Sir...

One bolted pillow drifted into Arnita's head, his eyes glaring in disbelief.

“Whispering..! there out.” My pester.

“Iiiih..argain notya heard even angry,” he mumbled annoyed and left me, his lips manyun.

He is my little brother who often acts as a pretentious adult, often also advises even though I am much older than him, that also makes me not accept for anything. The law from which the little child gives advice to the adult, that is where my soul immediately refuses.

Right now, my body feels weak, my mind is screwed, ask why? since Micah does not answer my phone, I do not want to lose it, it is still mine and will continue to be mine forever.

Back and forth I glanced at my phone screen, there was no reply from the WhatsApp messages I sent that came incoming messages from people I didn't want from Kinan, no reply from, he's a guy who wants to be a friend while having fun, I mean a guy who is there when I have money, if I don't have money, he will suddenly disappear, he said, friends like Kinan are not needed in any world. Because every time he meets or hangs out, he never spends money, aka he wants free and paid for .But the talk is high up into the sky. I knew he might have told Micah my matchmaking.

Even this time, he sent a message inviting me to a cafe where we used to spend time.It is better to inhabit people who have always been parasites there is no benefit in being friends with such people.

Cring...

Cring...

My hand grabbed my phone, saw the caller named Micah, and I immediately pressed the green answer.

“Honey ,” cercaku with panic.

“I want to talk to Abang”

“Ok, I'm coming.”

Not yet he told me where he was, where he was, I had locked him up even more with my words.

“Oooke,” his tone sounds doubtful, maybe he has other intentions. But who cares about that, I just want to meet him.

At that moment I felt my body recover and suddenly my soul returned to my body, my spirit spurred again, I grabbed the car keys on the nightstand.

“Than, where are you going? It's night,” said the middle-aged woman who is none other than my aunt.

he replaced Mami to take care of us as long as Mami was accommodated to take care of my wedding which would last a few more days.

“Jonathan…! pamali Nak, the bride-to-be cannot leave the house,” My aunt advised me.

Yes, that advice I often hear from older people, if the bride-to-be can not get out of the house.

I know that too. Who does not know the term tradition ‘pingitan’. Almost all of Indonesia knows that. The bride-to-be is pinned before the wedding. Tradition requires that the bride and groom should not go out far from home.

Not that I ignore that tradition, or that advice, but it's more important than anything, it's a matter of the heart

My long step towards the car, before my hand opened the white Porsche cayman, again my little brother this one has no hatchet got angry by me. He ran to me.

“Where else are you going? We go back to the village tomorrow the day after, Brother's clothes are neat yet?”

His intentions are good, but why do I feel he mengeselin,iya’ because it is too chatty

“Iya easy, Brother not long ,” answered me briefly and my car drove down the streets of the Capital which happened to run out in the rain.

Not long after, a white luxury car arrived at the apartment Mikha my lover, Cawang skyhive apartment East Jakarta, not far from the family home.

Ting

The apartment elevator was hauling me to the fifth floor, where Micah's room was occupied.

Ting-tong

Only once on the press did Micah raise his head and greet me with a sweet smile.

She immediately threw herself into my arms, her cries breaking. I let her feel, let the tears from her pretty eyes wet my breast.

“Beb... are you going to leave me, is it true, it?”

“No, I don't leave you dear, trust me, don't hear people say,” I said rubbing her brown hair.

“But you're getting married, right?.” Beautiful eyes with gray pupils were looking at me with great sadness.

“Yes, I will marry does not mean to leave you, we will stay together, I will remain yours and you will remain mine, I came here all ready to marry the woman my parents chose dear, she is my cousin in the village, I just wanted to tell you, after I finished the wedding, that she is my cousin, later we will vacation to Lombok and we will surf again in Bali.”

“What, I have to believe, it?.”

“Sure,” I said kiss Micah's red lips.

“How about your family?”

“Intinya, you have to trust me dear, let me take care of everything, you just need to wait for me quietly.”

“Alright, I will trust you Yayang-Beb,” his smile broke , his red lip tip pulled together to form a beautiful arch at the end of his lips tempted me again, want it to feel like I ********** until exhausted. Her hands hang around my neck, she knows what I want to put her beautiful lips to my lips - our ritual every time we meet.

Hour 06:00

Cring...

Cring...

My hand touched my sleeping bully, I rubbed the screen the name of my little brother's caller.

“Ck Hello.!”

“Abang where?”

“At a friend's house, already.ah bawel, I want to take a shower,” I turn off the phone.

I looked beside me. Micah was still sleeping soundly, not wanting to disturb his sleep, I got out of bed picking up my clothes that were scattered on the floor, after finishing the bath just remember my clothes have not changed since coming home from work yesterday, it's impossible to go to the office in that outfit again.

Seriate...