(Medicine of Revision)Rosalinda
Rosalinda Cape

I tried to get up, and looked at the man in front of me.

“You!!!” I woke up immediately, the man also woke up, patting his dirty clothes.

I was about to run, but the man pulled my black shirt from behind. “Where to Dek?” ask her by holding my shirt, while blowing on her other hand.

“Not your business!” ketus.

“Lease!” keep me on my side again, clasping her hand that was holding my shirt like she was holding dirt, She was holding the edge of my shirt like a disgusting person.

“Fear later you have the wrong address, later you go to sasar.” he said smiling. My eyebrows immediately wrinkled to hear it.

I don't care, I just want to leave, I don't want to be caught by the young men chasing me.

“Sorry, sorry for bumping into you ya!” the man yelled as I left without apologizing to him.

That guy really insinuated me. “Sial! Why do I have to meet him now anyway!” my sift. He is the man I showed you the wrong way.

I stopped and turned to her, I pointed my middle finger at her to scorn her. He just returned with a smile.

I was still trying to run, but my legs really hurt. Because of the fall earlier, now I also run limping.

“Hahaha. Where are you going, Uni!” the young men said, they had surrounded me, and I was cornered.

I was also caught by the young men who were chasing me earlier.

“Leasin!!” I rebelled.

The young man whose body was the largest immediately carried me, put me in the back of a Mitsubishi L300 car. I was held by them, so I couldn't escape again.

For a while, when the car was running I was silent, tired of also rebelling. But by the way, what's the fate of Boy? At most only hit, if you act stupid? Hm...

Let's get to know me in full first...

My name is Rosalinda Tanjung.

I've got Eyang, he's an only child with a lot of wealth. Because he was the only child, all the treasures belonged to him. She has 5 husbands.

The first husband to the third had no children and they died.

Then Eyang married again, for the 4th time. Finally, she had 2 sons, and her husband died.

Yes, in my old-fashioned mother's village, girls mean a lot, so Eyang chose to remarry his fifth husband in order to have a daughter.

Her fifth husband is cool. He gave me 4 daughters, one of them my grandmother.

My grandmother married young, she said at the time she was 12 years old. Yeah, maybe a long time ago, getting married young was common, huh?

My Grandpa and Grandma are top cer! It was so cool anyway.

They had 11 children, with 3 sons and 8 daughters. DAEBAK!!!

Among the 8 daughters, one of them was my mother.

My father and mother were diligent farmers, not only working hard in gardening, but also working hard to defeat my Grandmother and Grandpa in human farming. But, still the better my Grandma and Grandpa. Father and Mother have only 9 children. Grandma and Grandpa had 11 children.

Hehehe...

Me?

I am also the first granddaughter of my tribe. And the funny thing is, of the 4 grandmothers, they are very difficult to have granddaughters. Out of the 199 grandchildren in my tribe, only 5 granddaughters. One of them is A.K.U.!!!

As I have told you, from my grandmother's stomach, I have 8 Aunts whom I call by the names: Mama, Mami, Mommy, Umi, Amak, Iyaik, Mommy, and Uncu.

As for my uncle: Makdang for first Uncle, Makngah for second Uncle and Acik for third Uncle.

And there are some other calls for my Aunt and my mother's cousin's uncle, from my sister to my grandmother

Can be imagined, right? Of the 199 grandchildren of my eyes, only 5 were women. And the young men who caught me were Brother Kandung and Brother cousin.

I also have an Uncle from my mother's young cousin, the same age as me, can be a playmate to me. So, don't blame my slightly tomboyish nature, because my environment is filled with men.

Eyang is the oldest elder here, and his 2 sons, Inyiak and Angguik, that is our call to both of them.

In the past, Datuak or my Chieftain was an Inyiak, but he transferred it one year ago to my first Uncle. Yes, it was my mother's grumpy brother who became Datuak.

I'm 21 years old now, I graduated High School in 2003. And in 2 weeks, I'm getting married to a stranger I don't know at all.

All my sisters call me Uni, which means Sister.

We arrived and the car stopped, my big tall sister, carrying me back out of the L300 car, like carrying a sack of cement.

I was in a seat on the sofa, surrounded by many people, including Uncle and Uncle's Wives and others.

“From now on, you can't go anywhere anymore, Ros. You should be at home until the wedding.” clear First Uncle.

“Mahar and wedding clothes we discussed earlier. Don't embarrass the family, understand!” my first uncle spoke firmly.

I was petrified, wanting to feel like I was shouting out loud. “Marry you guys, why tell me!! This is the time of Siti Nurbaya who was forced to marry Datuak Maringgih! Though this is the age of independence, Democracy, free to issue opinions!” And of course I just dare to fight back and mutter inwardly.

“All of you, you take care of your Union, do not let him make trouble and trouble, understand?!” my first uncle's orders.

“Understanding Makdang.” answer them in unison.

“You're also Valdo, don't take him out again, if you're invited by Rosa out, don't go. You understand?” ask Uncle Boy first.

“Iya Pak.” Reply Boy.

Thankfully Boy looked fine, but he was also dragged to my house. In fact, Etek Inah, Boy's mother is also sitting here.

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Bukittinggi, May 25, 2006

The sky looks dark, and the rain that soaks the earth. I looked at the water flowing from the rain that was condensing in the window of my room this twilight.

My room is 5x4m wide, and there's a bathroom inside. I sat on the edge of my new bed, a Kangaroo Luxury spring bed with a dark brown bed, and the mat was light brown.

All the contents of my room were changed into new things, and in magic became beautiful. Red mosquito net with golden lace. The flowers on the walls of the room, even the attic and lights were conjured up like that.

In a few days I will get married and have a wedding. I'm really cooped up like a bird in the house, Boy can't see me, maybe even banned by Etek Inah.

Reportedly, my future husband was 28 years old, he used to graduate Padang Panjang boarding school. Am I going to marry an om-om who wears a sarong, or wears a pair of hanging pants and has a long beard?

Hm... I don't know.