The Story of an Early Marriage

The Longing is Deepening

The weather was not so friendly tonight. Outside the wind was moving wildly without direction. I opened the bedroom window to the natural tussle tonight outside. A strong wind slammed my bedroom window before I hooked it with a buffer lock.  I looked up at the sky that looked pitch-black, and dark, above as if it looked mute. But the silence is pseudo, because the rain will fall to this land, no matter how much the storm that spins block its steps.

Natural war drums have been docked in mini mala. Surely it rained arbitrarily. Water anything without mercy. Dispel the wind to run away in the wind, and the whole Earth that is watered is soaked.

In this languishing state of nature in tune with my heart that was also languishing, the rain made my shady soar even higher into the sky.

“Feby Romance,” I call that name down. I hope the remaining wind conveys this deepening longing to her.

“Where are you,”

If only my face wasn't this bad, Feby would easily be conquered. “Is this face really cursed because of my father?

This question made me more and more fixated on the window of the room, I just let the remnants of the wind whizzing through this window, or the rain that raided the lewans into my room blangkon. Or a sudden flash of light coming from the sky illuminated my face, which was engulfed in despair

resist longing.

Suddenly I remembered something, then ran out of the room, down the stairs to meet my mother on the first floor of this house. My mother was sitting in the front room waiting for my father to come home from out of town.

“Dad hasn't come home, Bu”

“Before your father comes, what's up?”

“Mother says my face is cursed for what dad did, making it ugly like this,”

“Don't blame your father, ya” persuade my mother.

“Of course not, Mom. I've received this curse, anyone can be exposed in our family, didn't mom say so,”

“Dad and your mother deeply regret what happened to you, but be patient” said my mother as she rubbed my back.

“I just want to know, this curse can be lost huh?”

My mother showed me her concern, her tears dripping. “It feels like there are a thousand dermatologists that I met, but the results are nil,”

“How about my future, mom. Which woman would be with me with a face like this,”

“Sabarlah darling. The dermatologist is indeed helpless against the curse, but he will heal by himself, origin,.”

My mother's words hang, because suddenly my father came from the window and a male servant with a step pulled by carrying a lot of burdens and souvenirs in his hands.

“Originally what, Bu”

“Hussh! Greet your father first. We'll continue. You do not go anywhere first because there are important things that will be discussed involving your father and you too.”

I was stunned to hear my mother's statement, then kissed my father's hand. My father embalmed with a hug, and hugged and kissed me. Then hand over a pile of souvenirs.

“This is for you,” said father. Then he went to the room.

“What is being talked about right now, dad is still tired,” I whispered to mom.

“Let your father give birth to clothes first, this problem is urgent, because it must be resolved tonight too,” replied my mother.

“But what is the origin, Mom, so that this curse can be healed,” I am still curious about the sentence of the mother who hung before my father's arrival earlier.

“Originally there are women who sincerely love you someday,”

“Really!” I'm shocked. “That only happens in fairyland and in a novel story, ibu”

“This time happens in the real world, we will prove it later. Because you're not the only one who's been cursed. There used to be your great-grandmother also cursed, and healed after there was a man who loved her,”

“Hah!! New mom story now,”

“Because it's time for mom to tell you now,” my mom said.

Then our conversation stopped, My father had finished his maternity and was sitting in our midst.

“How, Mom. The legal case that I presented to various media,” asked my father to distract us.

“Ohya, Mas. The problem of our child lo, already very urgent, fake perverted news continues to grow and move wild, like to kill our character,”

“Oh.. this must be addressed immediately,” replied my father.

“Iya. The only way to save our prestige among national businessmen and restore our good name, Handsome must be married to Feby Romance, that's” continued my mother.

Of course I was very surprised by the statement, so I blushed embarrassed to hear the mother's statement, but this made my heart flower a little.

“Our son is still too small, ma'am,”

“Later he got married early, as long as we all survived,” replied my mother.

“You were married early,” asked my father.

I was just embarrassed, bowing face to floor. Wanting to answer yes, I was afraid Feby wouldn't accept my proposal.

“May surely, Mas. Our son is already in love with that boy, every day he thinks of Feby,”

“Hah, from where mom knows,” my chatter is happy.

“I am your mother, know every body language and feelings of her child,” replied my mother.

“Wait moreover,” by my father.

“Mother knows her parents,” asks my father.

“Not yet, will be investigated first, if his parents are entrepreneurs easily we will carry out our actions,” said my mother.

“Let's send our family representative to his house, first. Don't forget to make a surprising offer for them to be tempted,” my father's advice.

“Sure, it's already in my mind, Mas,”

Then my mother whispered to my father, I don't know what he was talking about. I was just amazed to see my father nodding at what my mother said.

“What's mom, whispering everything,” I'm curious finally make a question.

“Hus, you can't know, this is just our parent's talk,” said my mother.

“Do what I ask you to consult, if you can't know,” I tried fishing so my mother would answer.

“Sabar alone, later you will also know for yourself as time goes by,” said my father.

“But if it concerns me, I should know,” my whine on them.

Still, the two of them were silent, for a while we just stared, while my mind was filled with a thousand questions . What are you talking about with your dad, what are you planning?

“Tomorrow, I'll tell you,” my mother finally made a sound.

“Now go back to the room and sleep, do not forget to pray and study first,” said my father.

I kissed and kissed her hands thoroughly, and then I stepped back into my room. I don't know why the conversation and the plan made me move a little lightly. It was like I was just floating towards my room upstairs.

My window was still open, it was still raining, though not as hard as it was when I was downstairs. Then I closed the window, and then I slept hard. Hope Feby Romance is back in the sound of this sleep.

　

　

　

　

seriate............