(Medicine of Revision)Rosalinda
Marry him

I sat looking at the large makeup mirror in front of me, behind me was a porch that decorated my hijab, with a green toska that was in harmony with the kebaya shirt I was wearing.

Monday, 5 June 2006. Today is my wedding day. This wedding dress that I wear, is a gift from my future husband. The color I never imagined, kebaya green toska, beads and sequins are pink and white.

I feel so sultry, I usually never wear a hijab. Now I have to wear it with force. these last 2 weeks, my life has been really miserable, just to meet my best friend Boy, it's been hard to ask for forgiveness.

I'm still waiting in the room. Outside, my father and future husband were doing the qobul ijab that many people saw. Before long, Mother and Uncu came to see me, then took my hand out of the room to get to the groom.

The foreign man who has now legally become my husband, also wears clothes with the same color and model as me. Ah, Yes, I forgot. This shirt is he who gives, of course his family makes a couple shirt.

I sat next to the man. “Now hand over his dowry to his bride.” pinta Mr. Pengulu.

The stranger who had been sitting back and turned back to me, now turned to the side, looking at me for a long time, I looked at him in shock.

I was surprised not to play, if if there were flying flies, maybe my mouth that gaped has been entered flies. He was the man I gave the middle finger to, the man I gave the wrong address to, and the man who insinuated me.

“Ahhhhh!!! Is the world narrow?! I'm married to him?! Why should He be my husband?” I thought, my eyes perfectly rounded, in disbelief.

“Ekhem, Udah, already, later face-to-face, now give dowry first, let it really be LEGIT. Hehehehe.” said a man beside him chuckled.

He also gave a dowry in the form of money of Rp. 206,000, which are inlaid inside the frame of the flower-shaped frame, as well as a set of prayer tools in the form of a mosque. Then, I accepted it.

Snap! Snap! Some people take pictures of the handover of the dowry, from my family or family. Then I was asked to kiss her hand. Want not to, I also obediently regretted it.

Yes, the last 2 weeks, I was lectured by everyone.

I thought, at least if my marriage fell apart, I could blame my family, because they forced me and betrothed me.

That's one of the reasons I'm willing to get married. Because if I run away, where will I go? I don't have money, I can't cook, I can't work. And, if I go, 199 My sisters will be ready to catch me and take me home. Of course, the punishment for me was even more severe after I was caught.

So, I relented and accepted this match. At least, I have reason to blame my family later, if I'm not happy at my wedding.

After that, He and I signed so many letters, but we were only given a small paper that was dark green and red in color. The rest is given to Mr. Penghulu as documentation.

I read the name on the marriage certificate. The foreigner who married me was Hanan Arsman. A 28-year-old man, and I'm 21. “I'm married to an Old man!” I thought, while reading the marriage book I was holding.

After the submission of the marriage book and dowry. Mr. Penghulu, changed his way of sitting casually, then looked at the two of us closely.

“Tatlah intention of you two, whatever and however, intend, that marriage is a worship for both of you. Understand the differences in the character of your partner, build mutual tolerance, speak each other in a subtle and polite language and respect each other.” said Mr. Penghulu began his lecture.

“Fulfill your rights and obligations, the husband must work, make a living, shelter and clothing for your wife, as well as the wife, must be able to understand according to the work and abilities of the husband, and, do not ask to buy a plane, if the husband can only buy a bicycle, be patient and pray lah.”

Then, the Penghulu looked at me. “Serve your husband well, don't resist when he asks to hang out with you.” he said firmly to me.

“Basic pervert, his brain slovenly once.” dongkol me in the heart. “Why the hell discuss this in front of the crowd.” My grumble against. “I'm ashamed to hear it, is He not ashamed, saying like that?”

“Typically, women more often refuse and do not serve, citing tired and tired even answers not in the mood. Remember, if you refuse, you will get sin.” The guy looked at me, like he knew what was in my head.

I intend to refuse. Just marry me forced, how could I possibly get along with this foreign man?

Fortunately, the ruler did not talk about it much anymore, he continued his words again by looking at my husband. “Show Your Wife.” The stranger answered him with a nod.

“Both of you, must give each other love and affection.” Then the pengulu looked back at me. “Obey your husband.”

“Share your treasure, your home and your honor and the honor of your husband.” the late man said, still staring at me.

“How can this ruler read everything that comes to my brain? Or does my dongkol face look very clear?” I muttered in my heart.

After a short talk to the two of us, he got to know him by leading the do'a for our wedding.

After praying, Mr. Penghulu went straight away, because there are still many who will get married. My family and my husband's family were busy taking pictures of both of us, and we continued to take pictures with the family.

After the photo session, we continued eating together.

After eating, my husband and his family returned home, because tomorrow we will have a wedding party through custom.

In the custom of Minangkabau, more precisely in my village anyway, we can not mix or room, before the traditional party. So my husband had to come back, until we picked him up customarily.

After my husband's family came home, I went straight into my room. Soon, Mom and Dad entered my room.

I hold tightly to my two hands. Then smile. “Delivered the deck Anak Gadih, pasan Ayah. Balaia lah to ka island, batanun lah to ka gunjai.” He breathed heavily.

“All right up to the date Daddy replied... Father directs the life of your son's husband from now on. Elok-elok baipa, babisan. Cleverly bandamintuo.” He looked at me with his eyes glazed.

“Usah pandareh jo pamberang, patuah ka husband of the afterlife, jago Adaiak Jo Limbago. Father sincere malapeh son basuami, Danga, Inokan pasan Daddy. Do'a Father day Jo night.” said father slowly, his voice sounded choked.

I was really sad to hear that, even though I didn't understand what my father said to me.

I saw the look on Dad and Mom's faces, they seemed to hold back their cries.