(Medicine of Revision)Rosalinda
Marriage Advice

I still quietly digested the words of Father that I did not understand the meaning.

“Do you understand, Ros?” I answered her shaking.

“Oh my daughter, sail to the island, weave it into jewelry. Now, it's done with Dad's responsibility. Father leave your life ahead to your husband.” He looked at me lovingly.

“Good later in a big family, be clever with in-laws, do not be stubborn and irritable, obey your husband the world of the hereafter. Take care of our Customs and Institutions. I sincerely let you go of the household, I am willing to let you marry, Do'a Father flows day and night for you.”

Want me to answer it, “Of course, Dad is sincere and willing to let go of me, am I not forced to be willing to marry the foreign man?” But for some reason, my lips and tongue were twisted, my heart touched and trembled.

I don't know the words, either because I've become a wife. The words my father spoke felt deep.

“By getting married, means you have tied up your intentions and sacred promises with your partner before God and witnessed by many people. After that, your sheets and new life will begin.” said my mother who was stroking my back.

“Suppamo, kabalayia biduak, lauik lapeh Jo riak nan ka in hadang. Tagsuahkan pacik kamudi, ingek in the ripple Jo galombang, ingek deck coral ka ma onggoh, ingek wave deck ka ma ampeh.” said my mother looked at me gently.

“Smart self-manjago, house sakinah family, mawadah, warahmah. Mandeh prayer took the road.” continued my mother and then hugged me.

[Western boat to sail, high sea with ripples to be blocked, hold fast in holding the wheel of life. Remember the ripples and waves, remember the corals that will come, remember the waves that will hit, and look after yourself. Build the family of sakinah, mawadah, warahmah. Mother's prayers will always be there for you forever]

“Iyo, Ma.” I returned my mother's embrace tightly. I don't feel my tears flowing. My parents' words sounded strange, shaking into the recesses of my heart it felt. I don't know why...

“If kuriak Induak nyo, Rintiak nyo's son. Be a good wife in all things. Then you will give birth to good offspring also in the future, and so on.” continued Father.

Father's last words made my sense of day turn irritated. Why talk about heredity? Who would want to have a child with that stranger!

“Yes already, now you rest. Because from tomorrow until the next 3 days, you will stay up to follow our Indigenous traditions.” said Mother, then kiss my forehead.

Dad looked at me a long time ago, then he stroked my head. Then still standing. Then I want to go with Mom out.

When he wanted to leave, I called him. “Dad.” I said, then ran over, hugged her tightly and kissed her cheeks.

I know, you want to hug and kiss me. She never held and kissed me since I finished elementary school, but I knew she kissed me secretly while I was asleep, and I pretended to be asleep at the time.

I know, with that grumpy, grumpy-looking face, that Hello Kitty heart towards me.

I have seen her teary eyes since. His words were often loud and grumpy, not in accordance with the contents of his heart that actually loved me. I know it.

I know, he didn't push me too hard to get married. However, he could not decide the mufakat and deliberation of my extended family. Who would dare to go against my first Uncle's decision that was considered right.

Oh...!!! Is it true, that man is a good man?

First uncle, Grandma and even other families said The foreign man from a good family, even Mother and Father who had just met was also interested in him. Is that right, he's that good? Or is he just a man with a sweet word? So that it can take away all my family's hearts. I don't know...

Dad suddenly let go of his embrace, then turned his back on me, I know, He was covering his face with tears. I know, he wanted to look handsome and didn't want me to see him become this whiny. Mother smiled gently and embraced my father's hand, pulling it out.

I know, maybe right now, if they were still here with me, my parents would cry. “Any, why do they cry and grieve. Just married, right? I'm not dead? Why do they feel so lost?”

I don't believe people's words. People say to me, if getting married feels different, it really feels like breaking a bond with Mom and Dad. It felt like the vibe of the promise entered the heart, was it because of the vows witnessed by God as well?

Unfortunately, I don't feel as sad or lost as people say. I feel mediocre.

After Father and Mother came out, I rested my body, sleeping on my new spring bed with the feel of a bridal room full of gold and red ornaments.

I walked open the closet, there was a box that I kept very carefully. I opened the box. There is a cream-colored wallet with a large purple love painting.

Inside the wallet was a picture of a man with dimples, and to me he was very handsome and the best.

Next to the wallet, there was a plastic I had pressed in the photocopy. Inside the plastic were dried flower petals that were already dark brown and even blackish.

I smiled a little. “Are you coming tomorrow? I miss you so much, I wish you'd come, I just wanted to see you, just for a second. That's all.” murmured me in the heart.

I hugged the wallet and the plastic. I don't feel my tears dripping. “Ah!!! I hate this, I hate it. I hate it, why am I always weak and whiny, if it's about you. Izqian Abraham, I beg you, come tomorrow, I just want to see you. Just that.” getirku in heart.

I really miss that guy. The man who has filled my heart all this time.

*16 August 2000*

Today, I'm in a hurry, my mother is in the hospital, she's just had surgery to give birth.

“Hei wait!! Wait for me!” shouted my friend.

Girls with long straight hair and black, slim, white, red lips, and definitely beautiful. Her name is Filya, she's my classmate.

I met him when I finished First High School. My mom and her mom were friends, and we were introduced. Until we become more familiar. Yeah, I can say, she's my only girl friend.

“I'm in a hurry Fil. I go first." I'm clear.

“Iya, I know. I'm going to the hospital too, look at your mother. We go together, yeah. Please..” said Filya whining to me

“Ah, spout if so! I will miss the bus again. Usually, if the bus at 2 o'clock has passed, at 5 pm the bus has just passed again. I also have to cook to be taken to the hospital.” obviously I'm at length.

“Ow, ow, ow, Since when is my friend good at cooking?" his taunts while hitting my shoulders.

“Yes, I mean, I helped my aunt cook, wash the dishes.” kilahku. “Speed!!” I shouted at him later

“Iya, yes. Come on, I'll help you.” He pulled my hand. He and I ran out of school, waiting for the bus to pass by.

I live in the village, not in the city. There is no such thing as a stop. So, I waited by the side of the highway with the heat accompanied by the blazing weather.

Filya was busy fiddling with her cell phone. The Nokia 1600. I don't know who he sent the message to.

Before long, stopped 2 motorcycles with the driver in front of us. One of those men, was Filya's lover. Name's Revand. The man smiled sweetly at Filya and also smiled at me.

And the other one, my upperclassman, a close friend of Revand's.

“Come!” Filya pulled my hand. Then he got on his girlfriend's motorcycle. I feel awkward riding on another guy's bike who's not close to me.

“Heeii!!! Said you were in a hurry.” said Filya.

“Lagian, your little uncle and your big cousin are also still a long time home. Let's go first!” filya shouted at me, for I was still standing petrified.

The man who was using the blue Thunder motor, smiled at me, as if telling me to go up to make a conversation with him. “Ayo.” said the young man.

It has dimples, thick hair and slight curls of the ends, a pointed nose and full red lips, light-skinned and tall. I felt so embarrassed, the dilemma of choosing to ride or wait for the bus.