Tamara's Forced Marriage

Chapter 1

“Dad doesn't want to know, you'll still move me to the pesantren!” There was a loud noise from inside a pretty magnificent house in a city.

“But, Yeah. Am I wrong to defend my friend? I just...”

“Quite a lot of what you've done, that's enough to make Dad ashamed. You prepare yourself, tomorrow I'll take care of everything.” The burly man entered the largest room in the house. He closed the door hard.

“Bu, but I..” Tamara looked at her mother.

“Already, just follow your father's will. That's best for your future, son.” The woman who gave birth to him stroked her son's back gently.

“You'll learn to be a sholehah woman, son. There is also close to the home of grandma.”

Tamara is a beautiful white girl, her beauty is like an angel. Unfortunately, he got it wrong at his school. He and his gang always make trouble at school, so often both parents get a call letter.

If her life was in the village, perhaps she would be called the village flower. Many men approached him. But he has never been interested in anyone. Tamara can be said to be a rather tomboyish girl does not like to look feminine especially if she will be sent to the cottage. Which means he'll change his appearance drastically. Every day will wear gloves and loose clothes, also hijab.

Not to mention the habit that likes tongkrong will not clearly disappear just like that.

***

The next day at school.

Tamara walked down with her gloomy face. He leads to his classroom to say goodbye to all his friends, not to forget his gangmates.

“Lo sure, Ra?” ask Mega the gang chairman

“There is no other option, Ga.”

“Masak Lo ga can persuade bokap lo anyway?”

“Bokap I if already ketok hammer can not be disturbed contest.”

“Yahh, Ra. Cook really Lo will go down anyway. Are you sure you'll be at home?”

His friends continue to seduce Tamara so as not to move, because the girl is too good. He often paid for food when tongkrong. Of course the gang really likes Tamara.

“Sorry everyone. This may be the best thing for my future. I hope you won't forget me. I pamit.”

Tamara left the place with heavy strides, handsome men were already waiting for her in the car.

“Let's go home, Yah.”

“You've already said goodbye to everything?”

“Already, Yah.”

Mana runs his car at a fast rate. Today is near noon, he must immediately take the goods of his son who has been prepared by his wife.

At home there is Mang Dadang who looks ready to transport some suitcases and bags that mostly contain new clothes for Tamara goiter. Almost everything is new, because there is no Tamara shirt that enters the criteria for mondok.

Before leaving for the cottage, Tamara said goodbye to her three brothers who were no less beautiful than her. Her father accidentally contacted them to gather at home for Tamara's departure.

Tamara's three sisters already have their own home, they follow their respective husbands. But among all her children, Tamara is the only one who violates the lineage of Father and Mother. Only Tamara got the wrong hang out. Although he also has a sister but his sister has the same soft and feminine nature as his three older sisters.

The couple Permana and Sari have five beautiful daughters. No longer denied because the couple is also handsome and beautiful.

“Kak, I said yes.” Tamara's nanar gaze to her three brothers alternated.

“Be careful. Take care of yourself in the cottage yes, brother will miss you.”

“Iya, Brother. I'll miss.” too

He lowered his head holding a small shoulder that was only one-sided in height.

“Dek, you're fine at home. Take good care of Mom. Don't be like Sister.”

His younger brother who was still sitting in the first grade middle first cried bitterly. Haru enveloped the room full of neatness.

“So, I don't have any more friends at home. Brother, don't go.” Difa was whining more, he ran to his father.

“Honey, you are only separated the next two years. That's also if later you miss Daddy will take you to meet sister Tamara there. Father promise.”

Tamara currently sits in second grade mid-semester. So more or less he will go there for two years.

“Daddy promise yes.”

“Iya darling.”

Tamara was escorted by her father and mother who were driven by Mang Dadang, her personal driver.

This journey is very far. Tamara's grandmother's house from her mother was at the southern end, close to the beach.

Because the car is full of stuff, so Difa can not take the drop. He was at home with his three brothers. Their husbands did not come home because they could not take an impromptu leave.

Safira's sister, Karina's sister, and Ayu's sister, Tamara's third. The three of them were almost similar despite being a few years old.

The waves began to be heard from the car that broke the rain that afternoon. Mang Dadang pulled over his car at a famous boarding school in the region. Tamara's father also knew the leader of the cottage very well. That's why Tamara was sent there so her father could monitor her through someone he knew there.

Haji Maskuri, the famous cleric in the cottage. Once Permana knew Sari through him, Sari was his best student. While Permana friends during his High School. So the age of both is quite far adrift. Even so, Permana still looks youthful with her good looks.

“I leave my son to you, my good friend,” Daddy embraces Tamara strongly.

“Give everything to us, insyaAllah we will take good care of it. Don't worry.”

“Thank you. I believe it.”

Tamara's mother could only wipe away the tears that had soaked her cheeks. Although she used to feel mumps in the same place, but as a mother has never felt the loss of her child mumps. Tamara Only.

Her instincts as a mother still can not be covered. There's a little tightness in the chest over the breakup with her son.

Tamara hugged her mother, who was sobbing slowly. He who looks tomboy is actually no longer powerful if you have to part with his mother. The woman closest to him all this time.

After the departure of her Father and Mother, Tamara was endlessly crying. The roar of her tears still flows accompanying the activities of arranging her clothes in the closet that they have provided for Tamara.

Accompanied by Rista, his new friend who is also roommate he cleaned things.

“Already, don't cry constantly. You'll be fine here. I'll be your best friend. My name is Rista,” said the girl reached out her hand.

“Thank you. I'm Tamara.”

The two shake hands while chatting until entering magrib time.

“Magrib. Let's go to the mosque immediately, don't forget to wear mukena all.”

“Iya. Wait for me.”

After the congregation of magrib prayers, daily activities are to deposit verses for Al-Qur’an memorizers.

But Tamara is still in the early stages of learning to teach. He just took a reading. Everyone understood Tamara and accepted her well.

“It turns out this feels mondok,” said Tamara when she was lying on her small mattress. Not like in his big house.

“Iya, Ra. I enjoyed it.”

“How can you enjoy? Is this your own will?”

“No. This is also because of my time to my parents. But when all is enjoyed it will be easy to do. If we always regret and compare it will be difficult to live it.”

“Oh so. I'll try to enjoy. Ohya, I forgot not to buy my personal needs such as toiletries.”

“What's wrong, I'll take you to the store near this persantren.”

“What are we allowed out?”

“Iya. Origin not long and not exceeding the specified hours. Isya’ we are there.”

***