Married to Brondong
Rara Winarti
This is all like a nightmare in my sleep. Without doing anything, he and I were arrested for being alone at the patrol station that night. We were just waiting for the rain to stop.
Maybe at that time, my fate was again apes. Coming home from the rain office. Aryo is the same. Maybe he was last night for graduation, his colorful paint-filled shirt reinforcing my guess.
His name is a teenager, he was just indifferent while sitting next to me who had pulled over to the milestone. The rain with the wind made our clothes wet.
“Mba raining too?” tanyanya polo's.
“Yes, that! Did you not see me take shelter? Don't get too close to sit, it will be a slander!” scolded me without looking.
Outside the post, rainwater comes out of the hose. Heavy and heavy. I closed my ears many times because of the thundering lightning.
“Fear of lightning too, Mba?” tanyanya scoffing.
“Now even more scared here with you! Slide a little napa?” I'm sewot.
He chuckles.
“Mba! You and I are fit to be brothers. Don't be bored, deh!” She had her hair look longer than a normal schoolgirl.
Maybe because it has not learned effective anymore, so it can at all lengthen hair.
“Hei! Although our age is far different, but together like this still unsightly people!” I started to get annoyed with her familiar mannerisms.
Ask where work is, already married or belomlah. I'm being uncomfortable.
“Pantes alone can not mate! Sadistic mom!” He laughed again as he rubbed his wet face with rainwater.
I want to feel like I'm strangling this kid. It was as if he was talking. I haven't been able to get a match because there's nothing that fits.
Especially in the office, men mostly choose women who are much younger, than the age. Especially the old ones. At the moment, I am twenty-seven years old.
Maybe all this time, I've put my career ahead of my household. Even though mom and dad have urged, to get married soon.
How to get married, try? Never mind having a close friend, seduced by adult men almost never. Maybe because of my cold, closed-off attitude. And cynical way of talking, also one of the things that make men stay away.
“Mba must have been cold,” he said after a while we only listened to the sound of rain falling from the roof of this old patrol post.
“Yes, chill! People again rain.”
“Mba! It's a big snooze, huh? I am polite, meek. Uh, even disinse. Mba tau ga, if when the rain like this pray, God will grant. Mba want me to pray for my husband to come to me?”
Duh! This kid really makes goiter.
I want to go and get through the rain. But in the bag there is a laptop that contains important files. If it breaks, I can be destroyed.
I exhaled heavily repeatedly. Throw away the discomfort of being near a pretentious teenage girl these days.
“Mba! Work where?”
“PT. Mukti Karya!”
“So what's there?”
Duh! This kid is a very badass, anyway!
“You kek reporter yes, nanya mulu!”
“You can be quiet, huh? Noisy mute!” I was tired of hearing whistles from his mouth.
“Mba! This is a patrol post, publicly owned. Unless I whistle him in the mba's room, it can only be banned. Love me dong!”
This kid! The more it made my chest rumble just held back the emotions.
I tried to get rid of the annoyance by looking to the left, dark and gripping. The lights of the residents' houses do not make this place bright. Want to use an HP flashlight, he said it was up.
“Mba!”
I didn't answer, tired of fighting the boy.
“Mba! Near Mba's hand was the little animal.” He told me that something was on the wall.
“Ulaaar!” I'm suffocating. Jumped straight from the seat.
He immediately opened his uniform to repel the beasts that were crawling on the walls of the patrol post.
“Wow! Also quick if he pecks.” The boy leaned over and searched for objects to use to hit the little pinky-sized snake under the post.
Sweetheart!
No more or big rocks. When he was about to stand up, his legs slipped and hit my body, until we finally huddled on the floor of the patrol post.
Because the shaking was pretty loud, when the young man was beating on me. The thread doesn't know where it's going.
I immediately screamed, let alone his open chest touching my body.
Hearing me shout, some young men who were sitting in a stall near the post, immediately came and thought we were doing sacrilegious.
I explained, this is just a misunderstanding. But they don't believe. Eventually the problem reached the ears of mom and dad. And, Aryo was forced to marry me because there was evidence in the form of a photo taken by the young man when he looked at the patrol post at that time.
A marriage without love is finally simple. Because Aryo's parents did not agree that his son married at an early age. He just finished high school, not yet working. His parents were afraid that he would tell me what to eat?
However, everything was answered by papa, who promised to give Aryo a job at my family's company.
This is not the story of Ali ibn Abi Talib with Fatimah Az Zahra who is very romantic. But the love of two sons of man who are equally noble before God and have a high position in HIS eyes.
This story is very impressive, touching and able to be a valuable lesson for everyone. However, this is only a piece of the story of ordinary humans, no one, but refers to the history of the two chosen humans.
Even though this story is like flying dust, tangled hair like hair is not combed. But I just want to give you an idea. True love can defeat anything, including logic.
Love when coupled with mutual trust, respect for the family of the couple, although many stumbling blocks when two pairs of legs stepped in the marriage bond, it is not a barrier. True love is not asking. Love is not forcing.
When a person decides to be another partner, then he must be ready to accept anyone who is near his partner.
Marriage not only unites two people, but two kinship. So, it is appropriate to respect the people closest to our partner, including his parents, namely IN-LAWs.
Aryo muttered to himself near the bed. I'm shaking.
I still don't believe in reality, tonight's been alone with a stranger in the room. That shitty little boy. With a sour face I stood by the tightly closed door leaf. Trying to calm down.
“Mba! Here!” He patted the thick mattress filled with rose petals.
