(Medicine of Revision)Rosalinda
Boy
...Falling in Love......
...People say, Love is the most beautiful gift, which we should be grateful for. I fell in love, falling into the depths of my heart....
...Ever......
...I've been trying to get out of that bottom, but I still can't......
...All these years I've been through, so I can rise from all this. In fact, after I got married. I feel my heart stained, my heart still loves others, but I have tied the knot with my kind husband....
...How long will my heart be asleep? When will my heart wake up from the past?!...
...Happy tidings,...
...The glad tidings of a sincere taste... To recite what is not my soul mate, because God's destiny is more beautiful than mine....
...L'm......
...With a sincere word, born from the bottom of my heart, sincerely accept all that You have destined me God......
...For you......
...Thank you for being a part of my life....
^^^Bukittinggi, 09-09-2019^^^
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Rosalinda Tanjung ^^^.^^^
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This is about me...
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“What?!!” I was suffocated in shock at the words of my Father and Second Uncle.
“How come, Father and all, received someone's proposal, without asking my opinion?!” protest me with a high voice.
“You deserve to get married. As Mamak already said, he is a good man, good in his religion and can be responsible for you in the future.” Second uncle explained back to me.
Mamak is the name for the Uncle of the Mother's family. And Apak, for Uncle of the Father's family.
“But Makngah, I don't know him. Why did you guys accept that proposal?” I'm still trying to find a way to protest.
“You don't want to, we've all agreed. Two more weeks, you will marry him.” firmly Dad chimed in my protest at Uncle Two.
“But I don't like that stranger guy I don't know, Dad. And I like someone.” I shout out loud. I'm in opposition at the moment, not accepting my family's decision.
“Men who do not intend to marry you, is not a good man.” said my mother connect my debate and Father.
Mother clasped my hand tightly, then stroked the back of my hand, trying to calm me down, so that this commotion would not get longer.
“I'm sure he'll propose to me soon, Mom.” my light.
“If he intends, he must have proposed to you and tried long ago right? Then, what is this? You're pacing around indistinctly, motor racing, you're a girl not a boy!!” Suddenly my silent and rarely-spoken first uncle immediately connected my words in a high voice, giving a sharp look.
I fell silent, I was afraid of that grumpy first Uncle.
“We have all agreed, 2 more weeks you will get married, he is a good young man, good religion, he also has a job, from a good family.” said my first uncle firmly.
The atmosphere was silent for a moment, after my First Uncle spoke, I did not feel my tears immediately flow by myself, then I ran out.
I'm not a weak and crybaby woman, but I was afraid and did not dare to defy my first Uncle from a long time ago, this cry from anger that I could not let out.
Why should I be forced to do this?
They betrothed me to a stranger, whom I knew nothing about. And why did the family of that foreign man immediately propose to me? Whyyy?!
Without my intention, my family has accepted the proposal and set my wedding day, and the event will take place in two weeks.
I went running next to my neighbor's house. After arriving, I went straight in and found a mother who was sewing.
“Still asleep. Just wake up.” replied without looking at me, He is still focused on the seams.
I went straight into the back room next to the kitchen. The room was a little dark, filled with the smell of cigarette smoke.
I opened the window curtains until a bright light penetrated into the room.
“Woi, wake up!” I patted the back of the young man who slept face down without the shirt. He only slept in short boxer shorts, revealing his thighs.
“Wake, woi!!” I said louder and my claps got stronger.
“Cih!” He was upset because my sleep was disturbed.
“Ah, what's wrong? You are a hobby once bother me.” he answered with a typical hoarse voice wake up, then he turned his body bent. Then, he looked at me.
“Wake up, we go yuk! I'm badmood again!” said I'm ketus.
With a supine position, the young man put his two hands back, resting his back head. Then, smile teasingly.
“Do you think I'm tempted to look at your body? Don't be so handsome! Quickly wake up!” I shouted and directly hit his sixpack stomach.
“Auucwwhh!! Ow hell! You're this, actually a woman or a man?! You hit him seriously, making me sick.” He sat down and stroked his stomach.
“Who told you to spread the charm!” I said as I put both my hands on my chest.
“Eh, listen yes! No woman goes into a man's room like this, let alone the man does not wear clothes and only wear boxer pants like this, of course sa..” Not done yet the young man finished his words, his head was already I hit firmly first.
“You!!!!” angry shouting. He stroked his head.
“Wake up, I'll wait for you outside!” my orders. I immediately walked out, without waiting for the agreed answer from the young man.
“Which way, He's up?” ask the mother who sewed it.
“Udah Tech, I hit him.” I chuckled. The mother also chuckled at hearing it.
“Etek is tired of waking up, his work is staying up late, wake up during the day.” said the mother explained her son's temperament to me.
And I and His Son, eleven and twelve tablets. Hehehe.
A few dozen minutes later, the young man was out, short hair in the middle comb, black skin sweet, and had a griny tooth, his name was Reyvaldo, he was my friend since childhood, the neighbor next to my house.
His other friends and parents called him Valdo. But, I am of course different from others, I call him Boy more often, and He also often calls me Galuak Thugs aka fighter thugs, meaning thugs who do not have broad insight, he said, not worthy of being a thug. That said!
“Where are you?" ask Mom Boy to us.
My mother's name is Sakinah, I call her Etek Inah more often. Etek's a call to aunt.
“No idea Mak, this thug took me somewhere.” replied Boy pointed at me.
Boy calls his mother Amak and his father with the call Abak.
“I'm not a thug!” my protest grumbled.
“Yes already, you guys don't speed up yes, you're two weeks away from getting married.” Boy's mother said softly.
“Married?!” asked Boy surprised.
“You're getting married? With whom?” Boy's face instantly changed, he held both of my shoulders firmly and slightly shook it
“Jawab, why are you quiet?”
“Ros!” call Boy looking at me. I just kept quiet.
“Let's go, I'll tell you.” I pulled Boy's hand out, wanted to explain to him.
Boy immediately turned on the green Vega R motor that He had made a ceiling with a loud recing kandolpot, as well as eccentric pictures attached to some parts of the motor.
The seat is slippery and riding, typical of racing children's motorcycles in my village.
Boy and I went somewhere. On the bike, we were silent without a word. We drift in each other's minds.
Suddenly, the motorbike died in the middle of a deserted road, right in the middle of the muaro bridge, known as the haunted bridge.