Why We Married?

Married Without Love

I wore a bright red wedding dress typical of Sumatran Malay customs with a dazzling princess-like decoration.

Although it was difficult, but today was everyone's happy day, then I had to look happy and keep smiling, even though my heart ached to withstand the turbulence that appeared on my chest.

This is not true, a one-sided marriage that does not need my opinion.How could I possibly agree with this ridiculous marriage.

I was made on the basis of the will of my parents. Forced marriage because of my position as an only child is the hope of the family.

I quibbled because of my status, and rather than crush the hopes of my two parents,

I'd better shut up and accept this marriage, even though I don't know what kind of man I'm going to marry.

Maybe I'll marry a perverted om-om with a big pot belly, or marry a dirty husband who has a row of wives behind them and I'm the 8th wife, or maybe I married an old grandpa who already wants old age but has wealth that will not make me fall poor for 7 generations.

Out of all the possibilities I thought, I chose rich grandfathers who were willing to die but had a lot of money, judging from my understanding, maybe that grandfather would die before trying the first night with me.

But still, my stupid assumption won't change this nightmare.

Disaster, really disaster!

How many times have I tried to cry, but my tears never came out, as if I were to cry, this nightmare-like disaster would envelop me.

I'd love to run in this wedding dress, and spill my regret that's churning like a thunderstorm. But when I remembered my old man's tired and wrinkled face, my burning intent was held back like a mountain blocking the beautiful lake in the middle.

"Well!!"

My daydreams ran out when someone called me from behind the door.

Her voice was soft and also shady, that person was my mother.

She was very beautiful wrapped in white brackets decorated with silk scarves, her aging face was still auspicious with a little thin makeup.

He grabbed me and rubbed the back of my hand.

A gesture that looked relieved but also sad and there was a vague overflow of joy. Without saying anything I'm sure he's proud of me for this lousy one.

I consider this marriage to be the greatest achievement of my life, because only this time I agree to agree to their request without the slightest resistance.

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I've been sitting on this teak-carved kasturi chair for about 30 minutes. Penghulu also came from 35 minutes ago.

But why is the bride late.

What the hell has happened?

All the attendees and present here began to row, and have negative thoughts on this marriage. Their faces were riled and disheveled, not once did my parents stand up and calm my panicked relatives.

But I am no exception.

It's good that my future husband didn't come.

Maybe his parents changed their minds in the middle of this decision.

Or it could be that my future husband ran away with his girlfriend and ran away on the way here, then people were chasing him while carrying a sickle.

Aiihhh.imagine it I'm happy not to play, especially if it happens for real. I hope this marriage is completely void because of the foolish behavior of my future husband, whom I have never even seen.

Suddenly the atmosphere sounded lonely, and without me realizing it someone had been sitting next to me and was ready to berijab kabul.

****, how could he suddenly come?

I who hate this situation do not dare to look to the side, I just silently sculpt and petrified like a mannequin that adorns a fashion store.

"Ready!" said penghulu gave aba-aba.

Penghulu started by telling me to pronounce the two-sentence lafaz and istighfar.

And followed by the future husband who was next to me.

Asyhadu an La Ilaha Illa Allah wa Asyhadu anna Muhammadar Rasulullah

I testify that there is no God but Allah, and I testify that Muhammad was the messenger of Allah

While listening to her recite the words of the shahada, my head became soft and my original messy and dirty thoughts about this marriage, instantly lost in my head.

His voice was familiar, so familiar, that it felt like he had met so many times in my life.

I really know this voice.

Among the boisterous voices of the attendants who witnessed the sacred ritual, I meticulously detected her voice, and in the last few seconds, I was instantly stunned.

Could it?

"Alhamdulillah, sah!!"

"What?" I'm shocked.

Since when. Why is it suddenly legal. Did I mishear and miss my own kabul ijab.

Oh jesus. How can I miss this, because of my stupidity I don't even know since when I've been someone's wife.

Siaaall's!

I didn't even see the kabul procession that would happen once in my lifetime.

Even my Father who handed me over to others, he seemed to smile happily and did not realize that I was shocked by this rapid procession.

"Please, both brides. You are legally husband and wife!!" Penguhulu sumringah sir.

We were both required to stand so that my husband could kiss my forehead, this was a physical celebration of both of us as husband and wife.

It is too heavy to stand. Like my knees were stuck and on my legs was a big rock hanging down.

And this time I was directly confronted with my husband who is legally, religiously and stately.

"Let's see the pairs!!" Said pak penghulu again.

I ventured to lift my gaze forward, but what I saw first was not a face, but a chest that was a field with broad shoulders full of charisma.

"That's short you!!" Her speech.

DEG...

This voice, I know whose side it is.

Without waiting any longer, I immediately raised my gaze upwards.

And sure enough, it turned out that my nightmare had turned into reality.

"A-Archie!!" I almost sputtered pinsan.

He grinned at me with a pale face, then dropped his face near my ear.

"Anya Arelista" She whispered near my ear. "Congratulations, you're officially Lady Yuaga."

"I-S-T-R-I-MY!!" Nyengir.

"AAAGGHHHHH....!!"

Unknowingly I screamed loudly.

**********

3 Days I locked myself in my room, still shocked by the tragedy on my wedding day.

I never thought I'd marry someone I'd wanted to avoid all my life. How could my father and mother marry me to that man.

Is it true that I was sold by my parents as a guarantee of old age?

Even though we lived a simple and mediocre life, but I don't think my parents could have had such cheap excuses, either, moreover, I live in a harsh and disciplined environment and welcome gratitude as the main priority in carrying out life.

My father's job was a police chief who had served for decades, but in the following year he retired.

And my mother worked as a civil servant in the government office and in the next 5 years she will also retire soon.

I realize my current position, because my parents are old and can no longer work hard to pay for school and my life, maybe they planned my wedding before they retired.

But I really don't accept, why should be with that human, why should he be my husband.

The one who married me was Yuaga Archie. Her nickname on campus was BULE HEAVEN COMING DOWN FROM PLANET COTOR.

COTOR* itself stands for CO\=cowok TO\=top R\=rank, which stands for CO\cowok, this means that men who have above average levels and are the candidates who most want to be courted by college girls, and he's at the very top of the list whose position will never shift before he graduates.

Archie is an Asian bule of mixed descent from Japan and Germany.

His father, Yuaga Konisuke, is a successful businessman in the field of digital technology famous in Japan, and is the richest man according to the magazine PORBES, which occupies the 2nd position as the richest person in the world.

Her mother, Yuaga Heiron, formerly Heiron Von Hohonzolerint, was the daughter of one of the most famous nobles of the German kingdom and had wealth no less than her husband, and don't forget to bequeath the title of nobility to Archie.

Judging from his caste and social status, Archie always attracts people from within and outside the country.

We're in the same faculty and he's my senior from the film department.

Archie was the brightest student on my campus, as if as he passed by there were gold splinters scattered on every trail he cluttered.

He is the sole heir to a giant company made by his father and opened 3 main branches in Indonesia. As a digital technology-based company who is the CEO of a company he built himself, he looks invincible in any respect.

Archie is a golden boy whose intelligence is no longer in doubt, has the highest GPA of all smart children on campus, he said, even in his apprenticeship he had already produced a famous shampoo ad and surpassed everyone's presentation, if he was great and talented not because of his social status but because of his own efforts and hard work.

He is also a sports athlete, especially martial arts, especially karate and silat and contributed 5 gold medals during the Olympics, and is the pride of Indonesia for the past year.

The biggest attraction is his Asian face combined with his German bule face which makes him a bule with an exotic and rare look. In fact, several times became several magazine covers because of his handsome face and high social status.

And the most important is the physical that supports the tub super model, height reaches 182 cm, chest is also the field, shoulders are wide, the muscles of his body always look prominent. With his physical like that many offer him to become a famous artist or model, but he is more interested in becoming a director and dabbling behind the scenes.

he is also fluent in Indonesian, and speaks 13 languages including Indonesian, japanese, german, english, chinese, french, indian, malaysian, african, bangladesh, korean, mongolian, and thai.

And recently he became a youth ambassador at a UN meeting as the representative of Indonesia and became the spotlight of the world because of the origin of his citizenship.

But behind his physical and brain perfection and his peerless social status, he has a very, very annoying nature.

His temperament was really bad, very egotistic, rude, tyrannical, and acted as he pleased without regard for the views of the people. He cannot use good language when talking to people and his behavior is always impressed.

Several times he got into fights and challenged the duel of lecturers in his department, but the campus remained silent because he was always a top priority over his high social status. Instead of exaggerating the problem, the campus even looked in front of Archie to get support.

Although Archie sucks, but not a few women who queue up to him. They're racing to get Archie's attention. I don't know how many times I've seen her change women, she's even rumored to have dated a number of famous artists and socialites.

I don't know what would happen to my life if someone found out and leaked our marriage.

This marriage occurred suddenly and is confidential, even only attended by relatives of my family and from his side only attended by his parents only.

After marriage, we went apart and were occupied by their respective jobs.

And here I am now living. In one of the luxury apartment units as a wedding gift from both parents. This apartment is amazingly luxurious on par with the royal palace that I saw on TV, the facilities are complete and the equipment is technologically advanced, and then I found out if this place is the grandest place in this city with rental costs that can not even be imagined.

During my time here I never met him, after marriage he immediately went and said nothing.

I did breed the dents that messed up my own marriage, but I didn't expect her reaction to not want to see me, until two days later.

Even so I was relieved that she did not come home, I did not know how I should behave when dealing with her.

For now we both use the room separately and occupy the guest room, then let the main room which is the bridal room.

I once walked in there on the wedding day, the room was spacious and large and decorated by bridal ornaments using thousands of original roses that filled the entire room, I even thought I was dreaming of seeing thousands of brightly colored and beautiful rose petals scattering, as if they were welcoming my poor arrival with joy, if the rose petals could speak, they would have pityed me who looked at them with a bland look of torment.

Cekleek...

From outside I heard the door open. Quickly I ran and looked forward, no one knew the password of this apartment but me and Archie.

Could it!?

Finally for 3 days not coming home, for the first time after becoming my husband he showed himself in front of me.

His face looks disheveled and his hair is disheveled, he wears a cassual suit with torn jeans, a t-shirt and a shabby shirt whose color has faded from dust and dirt.

He looked at me who was walking towards him at the front door.

Then there was no wind no waves, suddenly he smiled like a scene of a wolf scene that saw a red hooded girl.

"Ahhh.gilak, so tired." He shouted while stretching his body.

I gulped many times after watching the muscles themselves show their protrusions, especially the abdominal muscles like rows of stones in the stacking.

I quickly turned my eyes and pretended not to have seen it, but I got caught. And he even grinned at my behavior.

He rushed towards the shoe storage and replaced his shoes with home sandals, then approached me who was standing and doing nothing but looking at his abdominal muscles.

"Hug me!" His words suddenly startled me with his words.

"Huh...?" I said in confusion and looked at his far-flung face looming above me.

"One, two, three.." His words show his palm that has counted up to three "Gua itung sampe five, if you do not want, gua invite you to take a bath with the cave, four, lim.."

Without thinking clearly I immediately grabbed him and hugged his body with a forced.

Shit, really shit. Why am I being hooked and following the game.

The smell of sweat and the distinctive smell of a man's body filled my nose, my head sank in his chest, and I heard the sound of a strong heartbeat.

I hugged her too tightly because of the urgency of her threat just now, until I could feel that she couldn't move either.

Embarrassed, I let go of my embrace and prepared to get away from her as soon as possible, but as I pulled my hand from her body and raised my head, he pushed my head back and drowned it again into his chest.

"It's still like this." His words held my head to keep it stuck to his chest.

"But it's been a few minutes?" Answer told him.

He said nothing, but immediately released my body and rushed to his room without saying why he hurriedly left me.