The Story of an Early Marriage

The Swamp Edge of Sawah

Handsome Charming looked back at me, the language of the eyes as if I wanted to rectify the words that had been thrown earlier. That I should accept his apology, not subtly reject it. Only his eyes were visible behind the mask, the rest were closed. But the gaze of those eyes was even smoother, even weaker, even softer. It is as if the eyes of a lover are admiring his partner.

 "He sincerely apologizes, accept it." whispered Miss Risma to me.

I nodded in agreement, I finally resigned.

"I accept the apology Handsome," I said later.

"I'm sorry" said Handsome as she clapped her hands.

"Yes. You're innocent" I returned the hand.

The grip was even a moment but felt very friendly, maybe the apology came from a heart that was so sincere.

"Thank you" he replied slowly.

"Thank you Feby," said his mother interrupting.

"Together, Mom,"

"We'll say goodbye first,"

'Yes, Mom,"

The two of them finally waved their hands, and going home, I was only moved to see the sincerity of the two of them.

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On the edge of the expanse of rice fields that are still green, I unceasingly looked at the charm of the beauty of the morning before that afternoon. The rotation of the wheel of the era makes a lot of changes on the surface of this Earth. Although it is still classified as morning, the heat has begun to feel, fortunately the wind is quite breezy caressing my body and Miss Risma who accompanied me.

Nun far away there Mount Salak still standing firmly, the peak seems to be started to be surrounded by clouds that are white-white clumped into a doll. Every time I looked at the doll-shaped clouds, I began to float memories of my childhood. I have two dolls for my fifth birthday. The doll was a pair, one resembled a female doll another resembled a man. The doll was my birthday gift from my Tante in Japan. The two dolls in white dress resemble clouds, and the doll just disappeared from home, I was looking for her but did not meet.

"What are you thinking, Feby,"

Ms. Risma's question rattled my daydream about my past doll.

"I think of the Creator's natural beauty" I replied.

I again observed the farmers who were busy weeding their fields, unimaginably difficult such work. Moreover, they still use manual methods. The unsurpassed service of these farmers. Some farmers began to appear to install bebegik bird repellent, although the rice is still green and only contains grains.

"May their harvest be abundant and free from pests" I told Bu Risma.

"Amin, their services are noble, sincere and full of wisdom" he replied slowly.

For some reason the words of Ms. Risma who just made me think of Charming Handsome, she was full of sincerity and clairvoyance with apologies, meaning her heart was also truly noble, I thought.

It was my desire to ask Ms. Risma, Handsome body language for two visits to the house, and on the edge of this expanse of rice fields I just realized it.

"Mom. As sincere as Handsome and her mother apologized to me," I asked the psychologist.

Miss Risma just smiled in response to my question, I don't know what that smile meant. Yes, you know it's time to refresh and forget everything, but the look of the handsome eyes that are very gentle, of course, I also need to say to Bu Risma, to find meaning and explanation.

"Setulus of love imprinted in his heart," replied Bu Risma later.

"What?"

I was almost stunned so in disbelief by Miss Risma's answer. I don't want to be loved by a Charming Handsome, even if he's a conglomerate kid.

"He's starting to love you, Handsome One,"

"Since when,"

"Since you began to be present in every dream,"

Actually I don't want to hear it coming out of Miss Risma's mouth, but...

"Mom knows where, and why this could happen,"

"From the movement of the body and the way of looking and speaking" replied Bu Risma.

Ohhh. So this is what all her body language means.

"It's annoying"" I said slowly.

"Even her mother knows her son loves you, too,"

"Wine,"

"May we not be fooled, ma'am," I said then, suddenly the words of Ms. Risma came back, she was talking about arranged marriage this morning at home, and looking for father and mother, and she was looking, maybe he wants to propose to me.

"Don't be afraid, you can reject his love, if you don't like it"

"Of course I'll never like Handsome, Mom,"

It's just that the handsome family is wealthy and conglomerate, I'm just afraid that his parents impose their will on us.

"Mom. Risma," I said to the psychologist, I hesitated to speak.

"Yes. Just tell me,"

"I remember the time of Siti Nurbaya, she was forced to marry Datuk Maringgih a greedy and greedy old man, what is still happening today,"

"Why do you think that way" asked Bu Risma Curious.

"The handsome family background that seems like a priyayi of the past, scaring the rich, I'm afraid his parents will lobby my parents who are experiencing financial problems of the company,"

"But, isn't the character of Datuk Maringgih and Handsome Charming different, he's a sholeh and well-mannered boy, which he might want to do like that,"

I just realized that Ms. Risma had never seen the Handsome Face that was always hidden behind the mask she was wearing, if only it was seen by Ms. Risma, maybe her gaze was different.

"She's so ugly, Mom," I finally said.

"I already know, have you ever told a story, even though you have not seen it directly, but the face does not prevent someone from dating, because the soul mate has been written since man was still in the womb,"

"Oh. That's it, ma'am," I was just nodding.

"Yes. Now forget it Handsome charming if that's what your heart wants" said Ms. Risma.

I again set my eyes on the expanse of rice fields, as far as the eye could see only the green shades were visible. Like a tapestry stretched to the horizon, I also do not know where the end of this rice field ends? I just thought and thought it ended up in a village at the foot of Mount Salak. From a distance also seen farmers who chat with each other on the sidelines of his break for a moment and then work again. On some sides of the other location, it appears that male farmers swing their hoes to clean up the rice field that began to be overgrown with weeds. In another location, it appears that the farmers began to come out of the fields and go home.

"Frankly I like the rice field activities" I said to Ms. Risma.

"You can try, sow, plant rice, weed, harvest rice one day," Bu Risma responded.

"I want my soul mate to be a farmer only, I love the expanse of rice fields,"

"Of course you can easily get it. Many village youth are valiant, you just make a choice of heart," Bu Risma responded with enthusiasm.

"Well, anybody wants to be with me, ma'am,"

"Of course, you are beautiful" replied Miss Risma, this made me blush.

"Looks like the village boy was plain-plain huh, Mom,"

"Yes, because village life is very different from city life, the association is also different,"

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

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