The Story of an Early Marriage

Important Unexpected News

Today my feelings are really uneasy. This unease has been on me ever since my mother and father and some of their confidants went to Feby Romance's house. I feel possessed by something I don't understand. I was just pacing back and forth in my yard driving away this discomfort. Until my sweat poured even though this afternoon the wind blows breezy cool all human bodies on earth.

This restless and agitated feeling made me keep thinking incoherently. What happened at Feby's house there. What did he say if he knew that I would be married to him. If he disagrees, there will be upheaval

in his heart and stir up a commotion.  Although every child must obey every word of parents, but if

his heart was not fixed on what the parents wanted. It was not impossible that he would fight against his parents. Especially now.

By the time the magrib mother and my father had not yet returned home, perhaps they were still deliberating until nightfall. But my mother said the show was only until sunset. Or just the next time they're on their way home.

The night was getting dark, I was still possessed by uncertain anxiety, I looked out in case my parents had returned. Or ask the maids and house guards in case mom calls them.  But the result is nil. I just want to get some good news from both of them soon.

“Tays. Handsome,” suddenly someone called me from outside the house.

I gave a signal for the housekeeper to come out looking for the source of the sound.  Deftly my house security guard who stood guard that night out to meet the man.

“There is his friend Den, who came,” said the security guard.

“Who?”

“Zibran,” replied Mr. Satpam.

“Submit login,”

“Good!”

I didn't expect a guest at my school.he was my classmate who was always with me at school to search and spy on Feby Romance. Maybe Zibran didn't know I was kicked out of that school. Or he's got the news and wants to ask to be sure.

Or there is another important news that he brought . I immediately hunted Zibran as soon as he entered the yard.

“You alone come here nights like this?” my spout on Zibran.

“All this I do for you Sob, there is important news that we will talk about tonight,”

“News about Feby, right?” sergeant hurry.

“Iya.”

“Let's tell us above, on my bedroom terrace.”

Then I took Zibran to my room upstairs, I was impatient to hear the story of what the zibran brought this time.

“Eh.. You were here riding what?” I asked Zibran when I walked up the stairs.

“Grab rail, motor.  My motor is again serviced, so it cannot be used,” replied Zibran.

I opened the door and called the housekeeper to prepare delicious food and drinks for us while chatting.

“This is what room is hotel?” zibran said as he looked around my room in amazement.

 “Ya room house. We'll have a chat on the homepage of my room,”

“Waw. Very beautiful scenery,” said Zibran so diverted on the padangan ataman my house full of colorful.

“You stay in the palace like this,” said Zibran again full of amazement. “There is a super spacious bathroom, there is a very beautiful garden and in the distance is full of flickering lights of the house of the residents who also

no less beautiful,”

“You want to take a shower, just stay here, tomorrow try to take a shower in the pool,”

“But I'm asking permission first, yes,”

“Past you allow.”

I let Zibran chat with his parents, I want him to stay here to be more free to tell me about Feby Romance.

“How, nyokapmu give permission ngak.”

"No," said Zibran shrugging his shoulders.

 “Ya. Tomorrow morning you come here again, so we can swim together.”

“I'm here to tell you something important about Feby, Romance. About him who is now transformed into an impromptu youtuber.”

Zibran started telling me the thing I was waiting for.

“Feby Romance Orange, that's his account name,” replied Zibran.

Then I went into the room to get a laptop, opened an account

youtube and search for Feby Romance Orange account.

“This is his account?” sodorku to Zibran after finding the account.

“OK!”

I then browse the videos uploaded on the youtube account. All the videos I've been through one by one.

“You have opened the last video yet?” zibran asked after a while looking at some videos.

“It's open one by one, first. Last video on what?”  I'm getting curious.

“Feby is with a guy in a house,” replied Zibran.

The answer of course made me hot cold, then I immediately opened the last video that Zibran meant. Sure enough, Feby was with a young man looking very happy, full of familiarity.

In an instant my body was watered by an uncertain jealousy, I was like being pricked at the mouth of the heart to see the togetherness of those who were wearing equally blue clothes. I'm trying to pull a knife, who knows that guy's his cousin.

“Who is that guy?” I asked Zibran.

Zibran looked at the man in the video. Then shook his head at the unfamiliar sign.

“How could he possibly be that close to a man?” Zibran asked. “this is what I suspected, he secretly has someone,”

My blood was boiling over hearing those words, it felt like I wanted to scream to tell everyone that I deserved a Feby Romance. My chest feels tight and goes up and down.

In those moments my mother came. I think my mother came home and called me.

“Handsome! Handsome!”

I looked at my mother. Her sweet smile carried a glimmer of hope for me. Mommy could be bringing good news from Feby Romance's house.

“Eh... There are guests,” my mother said as she stared at Zibran.

“He's my friend Ma'am. Friends from school,” I replied.

“Iya Aunt,”

“Surely you miss each other is not, let alone Handsome has ngak school there again,”

“Means Aunt?” Zibran. Then look at me.

“So you don't know Handsome is out of school,” said my mom.

I haven't told anyone about me and Feby Romance getting out of school, let alone telling them about us both because of my mother's wishes.

“But Bu,”

“Iya Zib, I left school, as well as Feby Romance,”.

“Hah!” Zibran is choked.

“Oh. I'm sad to hear it,” said Zibran. “I said I'd go home, Mom. I'm outside the grab I ordered is waiting,” said Zibran.

“Eh.. Hurry very, there is no fare,” said my mother.

“There's Bu,”

“This makes the fare home,” said my mother while giving money two hundred thousand to Zibran.

“Thank you aunt,” said Zibran, then passed.

After Zibran died I immediately asked my mother about the meeting.

“Alhamdulillah goes well, tomorrow morning mom will tell me the details yes, now sleep first.”

　

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