The Story of an Early Marriage

Obstacle News

The morning had not yet moved away from the dew in the leaves, a day that should have been still quiet, but the noise from outside the house had awakened me. I immediately got up and hunted outside the room. It turned out that the noise came from my mother's screams. The housemaids panicked to see it.

Just read my mother's newspaper until she screamed loudly, there must be news that was not right.

“What's up, Mom?” my many.

“This lo, very painful news, apparently the demo action a few days ago was published in the news of our subscription national newspaper,” replied my mother while thrusting the news in the newspaper that is usually delivered every morning by the introduction of the Newspaper.

I choked on hearing my mother's words, really to the extent. I approached my mother to read the paper. Sure enough, there are pictures of the protesters, pictures of my mother, pictures of the principal, and pictures of my teacher BK and the Guardian Class. There were journalists at the time.

“Mom can sue this newspaper,” said my mother growled.

I know such news will be easily twisted, especially by the online media scattered today. I rushed to find some online media on my phone. Sure enough, news about rape

what I am about is clearly stated. I clenched my fist omen furiously.

“Mom saw this in online media,” I said to my mother while thrusting some online media that cornered me and this family. Great Entrepreneur Child Stains His Own Friend at Sekolah’ wrote one of the titles

that media. This certainly makes me not to think, what exactly happened, why they came to know about my family background, oh maybe they know my mother's face.

“ Anyway, I will sue all the media, if necessary I will go to a lawyer like Hotman Paris to solve this,” said my mother seriously.

“The lawyer costs billions, Mom,” I told mom.

“Ah is a small affair,” replied my mother.

“Mom will try to contact Hotman Paris now,” said my mother while looking for the contact in question in her Handphone.

I haven't heard mother talk with the famous lawyer, I immediately left mother to the room. I wonder if this news has arrived on national television.

“Gosh,!!!!” jeritku. Even the news about me made headlines, where do I want to hide my face.

I went back out of the room, told my mom about this, my mom just finished talking to someone across the phone.

“Bu, this news is already on TV,”

“Evitable,” replied my mother.

“How, Mom. Did you manage to contact Bang Hotman,”

“Not yet.  Anyway the legal path will be taken today, too, no other Hotman Paris lawyer

also a lot of great,”

After blurting out such a sentence, my mother rushed into her room. Maybe I'll go to a great lawyer's office in town.  Perhaps this case will go viral in various media later.

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Since the case of reporting about me went viral I have become less and less into school, as well as Feby Romance sometimes I never see his whereabouts again. Today I was going to school, it was all because I wanted to

see Feby.  Information I got he moved to another class. Be every day I endure longing and lack of heart. I even occasionally steal glances to his new class Feby Romance, however

the result is nothing, I don't see his whereabouts.

What I had to do, the more I missed her the beautiful dreams with her were also constantly present, making me always remember her. I'm just desperate to think about Feby, and then I take my classmate Zibran around this school location where my favorite abak-girls, maybe Feby is school today.

“Zib. Accompany me around yuk,” take me to Zibran.

Zibran was the only classmate who wanted to understand my situation, he always accompanied me wherever I went. And he understands my situation.

“Zib, can the latest info about Feby,” asku on Zibran after we passed some

tenth grade.

Zibran shook his head, then suddenly soared in excitement. Stopped my steps and looked at me seriously.

“I forgot to tell you,”

“What is it?” Jakunku until down so impatiently heard Zibran's answer.  He just gawked

for a moment, patting his eel tried to think.

“Sory, man. I don't remember,”

I swallowed hearing that answer.

“Call remember,”

“Aduh,!!” he said trying to remember again.

Then we walked around every place in the school

these.  Not long after we stepped up, again Zibran shouted in excitement.

“Jilbab,” he said while pointing at a group of veiled girls who almost crossed paths with us.

“Jilbab?” I repeated Zibran's words in a questioning tone.

“Iya. I just remember now, Feby has put on the hijab to school,” said Niko full of excitement.

I'm glad to hear that information.

“Maybe he can guide,” I replied cheerfully.

“Hasan all this time I never saw the trunk of his nose, apparently he was veiled,” I said in my heart.

“Oh. Zibran. You update every time info about him, there is a fulus for you every give the latest information about Feby, like yesterday I said,” I then spend a hundred thousand and give to Zibran.

“Each Boss,” reply Zibran with his spirit while seizing the money in my hands.

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I was initially a bit uncomfortable with the virality of misleading news in various media. At first I was lazy to go to school again. Fortunately, Ms. Risma as a psychologist handled my psychological condition quickly. Even Ms. Risma and my parents welcomed my decision to go headscarf. My new appearance is quite effective in protecting myself from the skewed views of people, since I moved classes wearing a hijab no one knows that you are the one who is always being reported. The school sabotaged my situation. I was in a new class considered a transfer from another school anyway. Even my classmates had previously thought I was transferring schools, because I no longer recognize my condition with a berbilba appearance like this. I also no longer know how handsome Charming, although often he went back and forth in front of my class, still I hid the face behind his gaze.

Now to forget the dark story, I always visit a village that has a stretch of rice fields

the extensive. Sometimes I go with my psychologist Miss Risma and sometimes with a housekeeper. I

began to get acquainted with some young men and women of Sukamurni village, Sukajaya Village, Sukamaju Village and several other villages. I disguised myself as a vlogger or youtuber to the villagers I visited. My ambition to have a husband of a lover from the farmers made me have to hunt many places to get it. Many have been met, there are dashing and so forth but not so sreg in my heart. I do not despair trying to find and keep looking for what I want, all of this is certainly a little forget my case with Handsome Charming.

Seriate....