THE ERROR BOOK IS NOT TO BE READ

THE EX-LOVER'S MARRIAGE

KUNINGAN, WEST JAVA.

"That's it, Aulia. You better forget Tristan, yeah. I forgive your family too. Your father was right, Lia. If Tristan is not worthy of you."

The girl was crying. Her tears soaked her naturally smooth cheeks. Aulia, lamenting her wounded heart.

"But I still love Tristan, ma'am. I don't want to be betrothed to a man of your choice, Mom," said Aulia.

The middle-aged mother who was Tristan's biological mother gently rubbed the head of the beautiful hijab girl.

"Patience, Son. You as a child must obey your parents. Your parents must have their own judgment for your good, Lia," he said.

"Auliah!" the cry of a man with a loud voice rang out loud from outside.

Deeghs!

Making the heart of the girl surprised.

"Sir," he murmured.

"Aulia! exit you. You know you're in this house."

The noise made several villagers out of their homes. They saw a middle-aged man, wearing a round hat and wearing a t-shirt. And a cigar stuck to his fingers. He screamed for his son.

"Lia, your father is already angry. You better go home, son," exclaimed Tristan's mother reminded.

With heavy steps, the girl came out of Tristan's hut.

The middle-aged man's face shriveled furiously, seeing his son come out of the door of the man's house that he hated so much.

PLAQUE!!!

Heartless, the middle-aged man slapped his son in front of Tristan's house.

"Astagfirefull!" said Tristan's mother by stroking the chest.

The girl ran away crying and came home. He held back his sore cheek with the right palm.

****

"Aulia! open door!" his father screamed from his son's doorstep.

DDAARR!!! DDAR!!!

Aulia's father pushed the door of her son's room very hard.

"Goodbye, Father! what's up, sir?" ask the middle-aged woman who is the wife of her father Aulia.

"Look at your son's behavior! just be ashamed!"

"Yes Allah is Wrestling. What's up with Aulia, sir?"

"How dare he still be in touch with that poor young man!" he shouted in a high tone.

"Oh my God, sir. Don't talk like that. However Tristan is a good son, sir," Suminah said gently advising her husband.

"Woala. My mother defended him. Anyway you will not approve Aulia related to that poor young man." Narendra, as her father Aulia grew furious. He left his wife and went to the front room.

I should urge the Benny family to ask her son to marry Aulia immediately, she muttered along with a moon of cigar smoke coming out of her mouth.

In the room, the girl cried by covering her face drowned in a pillow. He floods with tears.

"Lia, open up, son. It's mom, son." Suminah knocks gently on her son's bedroom door.

CEKVL ... KREK .. door open.

"What's wrong with you, son?" ask your mother after being in her child's room.

"Lia does not want to marry her son, Mr. Benny, Mom," replied Aulia with a hiccup.

Suminah wiped the tears that flowed from her son's cheeks. "Patience, Son. Try to talk to your dad later."

"Lia just wants to marry Tristan, Mom," she said.

"Hecoogrss ... " Suminah breathed. He felt sorry to see his son suffer just because of love. Just because of his father's will.

The girl cried, expressing her sorrow in her mother's arms.

The memories of Aulia's love with Tristan did make a story for the village girl who owns the face of ayu. One of the village flowers that many handsome men fight over in this sukarapih village.

The selfishness of Narendra, as the father of the girl who had to make the relationship of two lovebirds ran aground in the middle of the road.

****

The next day, Narendra invites Benny's family to come to his house to propose to Aulia. The two moustached men looked cool throwing words talking to each other.

Benny Pusaka comes with his only child, Jaka. And his young wife, Nadia, was also present enlivening the crowd at Narendra Permana's house.

"Hahaa—. So how about it, Nak Jaka. Are you ready to go to the stairs?" narendra asked making sure in the middle of the relaxed chatter that was flowing.

The bespectacled young man with shoulder-length hair, brown skinned, and narrow-eyed, replied, "Ready, Om. Jaka has been preparing everything for a long time, Om. You know, Jaka's business is everywhere. Yes, surely Aulia will not be miserable if living with Jaka, Om," he assured Aulia's father.

"Hahaa—. Indeed, Om's choice is never wrong." Narendra laughed happily.

"Mom, where's your son! Tell him to come out. Don't hang in the room. Send here. Say, the future husband is waiting," exclaimed Narendra to his wife who had just appeared out of the room.

The middle-aged woman approached Aulia who was wailing in the room.

"Hahaa—. Ordinary that. Virgin children like to be shy when meeting prospective husbands. Hahaha—." Narendra told the Benny family.

"Son, your father told me to call you. There was Mr. Benny's family in the living room, son," Suminah said softly to her son.

"I don't want to go out, Mom. I don't want to marry Jaka. I just want to marry Tristan, Mom," Aulia said in tears.

"Yes, Son. But your father's will is hard. I've spoken, but it still can't affect your father. He insisted on marrying you to his son, Mr. Benny."

"Auliah!" narendra exclaimed furiously from the door of the girl's room. "Why haven't you changed your clothes yet?"

"I don't want to see them, sir. I don't want to be married to Jaka" Aulia said.

"Woala. Dare you fight your Father!" Narendra approached his son who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Hurry and change your clothes and meet Mr. Benny's family soon!" the order is loud.

"Mr! do not be so hard as your son, sir," exclaimed Suminah reminding her husband.

"Woala. Mothers are the same child. Let it go, Mom. This kid has to be hardened. If not, then turn him down."

"Already, change your clothes, Lia. And meet the family of Mr. Benny, yes son," Suminah said to her son.

With sobs. Forcibly, the girl complied with the wishes of her father.

****

JAKARTA

DAY 6 IN THE HOSPITAL.

The girl fell asleep in a long chair inside the ICU. Tired of waiting for a young man who never realized.

Rayla is forced to take time off from college because the responsibility that demands it must always be on Tristan's side. The man who was hit by his car a few days ago.

"Byhoo ... " Tristan started mumbling. His lips began to move slightly. "Belgium ... "

Rayla apparently heard Tristan's slow muttering. He quickly called a doctor to check on Tristan.

"How, Doc?" tanyanya looks forward to anxiety.

"Thankful, Mom. The patient was a little awake," Farah's doctor said, making Rayla begin to breathe.

The girl gave thanks by stroking her chest.

"However, the patient has not recovered properly. Maybe in 2 or 3 days, then the patient can be invited to talk a little," Farah explained to Rayla.

"Y-yes, Doc. But that guy's gonna get well, isn't he?" rayla asked to make sure because she was still in fear.

"Most likely, yes. Just pray, Mom." Doctor Farah patted Rayla on the shoulder. "Yes, I went back to check on the other patients huh, ma'am."

"Yes, Doc. Thank you, yes," said Rayla with a face that could already smile a little.

The girl approached Tristan who was still closing her eyes. He looked at the young man with worry.

"Honey. Papa met Farah's doctor in front. He said this young man had died. Right, Son?"

"Oh. Yes, Pa. He just woke up, Pa," replied Rayla.

"Thank God, son. Then" said Rayla's father.