Behind The Lies
Not a Dream Marriage

Until the night before, Marissa kept crying. He laughed and made this a joke, but if something funny came true, he could do nothing. Isn't this funny?

Ira had persuaded him to stop crying. However, he had a hard time suppressing the feelings of anger, resentment and arrogance that surrounded his heart.

“Tante also tired of persuading Iyash to marry you.”

Marissa looked at me. “Certain why forced. It won't be good for us.”

“Sometimes good starts with what you think is bad,” said Ira. “Tante is sorry, Aunt does not want to see Iyash like this continue. She has to get up, Auntie doesn't want her whole life to be like this. He used to be a sweet kid, Cha, just like you. Only you can restore Iyash.”

Marissa wiped her wet cheeks. “If indeed Sister Iyash is like this because of women from her past, why should Icha be involved?”

Ira closed her eyes as she tapped the tip of her toe on the floor. “No harm,” he said he did not want to be denied.

Marissa bowed while holding her own forehead. Everyone seems to have forgotten that he is a human, not a puppet.

“Everyone likes you, Cha,” says Aunt Ira. “You saw Grandpa with Grandma. He accepts you as Restu's son and their future daughter-in-law. Aunty does not want to choose another daughter-in-law, other than you.”

Ira stroked Marissa's hair.

“Restu was lucky because of the many foster children Papa, he who Papa chose to be his adopted child, schooled to college, then worked in his company, even given shares. And now that you are more fortunate, by marrying Iyash all of Hasa's possessions will be yours and your children's. Will not run out, even up to seven derivatives.”

Marissa's heart is beating. Ira just insulted him. Never did he expect that. He admits Ira's family played a big part in his life, but is it worth it, Ira being arrogant?

Slowly Marissa raised her sad face. “Icha listen, Auntie ever set him up? Why wasn't it forced like now Aunt forced it?”

“We do not force Iyash. She consciously accepted this matchmaking and tonight's event It's purely her own request.”

Marissa wet her throat that felt so shaky. He finally understood Iyash's words this afternoon when he accidentally eavesdropped on him.  “This has something to do with your divorce?” guess Marissa.

Ira stunned.

“Why, Aunt?”

“Cha, you better not ask why? Not everything you need to know. You just go.”

“Icha do not want,” reject Marissa while getting up.

“You will make your Mama disappointed?”

Marissa was instantly flabbergasted.

“You won't regret marrying Iyash. What's wrong? Didn't you like Auntie's son too?”

“That was, Icha time was too small to say like. Aunty heard the word like from the SD boy in High School? What did Auntie think back then?”

Ira patted and rubbed Marissa's shoulder. “Now you are an adult. Aunty will help you put on the wedding dress and Priska will decorate you, so stop crying and don't get angry. It's a special day for you and Iyash.”

Marissa's chest is getting more turbulent. He was very sure that the arrogant, authoritarian and dominant nature of Iyash could not be changed because there was blood Ira in it.

Eventually Marissa could only step down. She took a bath and soaked in warm water until she felt better. When he came out of the bathroom, he again saw the haughty face of Ira. Perhaps it was his way to know the woman's true nature.

“Quick wear your clothes.” Ira put the white kebaya and other equipment on the bed. “Today there is only a contract event, we will do a reception in Jakarta. As fancy as you want. Make this your dream wedding, Cha.”

Marissa took a breath and chose to silence her own mouth. Rather than shutting Ira's mouth. He was immediately wearing the clothes Ira had prepared.

Then Priska came. “Sorry, old, Prince fussy.”

“Nothing. The bride also just finished taking a shower.”

“Now Prince where?” ask Ira.

“Sama Aunt Rahma.”

“Aduh why was given to Rahma, she was sick again.”

“I did not know that Aunt Rahma was sick again,” said Priska.

“Rahma can't be near a child, she has pulmonary TB. What if Prince is scared. You are,” Ira's nagging.

Priska grimaces worried. While Marissa felt her head churn. Maybe he and his mom fell into the wrong hole. All this time he thought Ira was sincere, apparently not. I don't know what made that woman pull out her real fangs.

“You ready?” ask Priska.

“Mama heart disease, Brother. Not pulmonary TB,” says Marissa.

“Oh, Mama likes to exaggerate, ‘kan,” said Priska while helping Marissa comb her hair, then wear a bando so that Marissa's hair child does not block her forehead when in makeup.

Marissa nodded.

Ira's eldest daughter-in-law began to decorate Marissa with natural makeup, a touch of blush on both cheeks Marissa makes it look fresh and like never ending crying.

“You should not be surprised if you become his wife Iyash. Iyash is good, he is quite royal, even he is too loyal to the people he loves.”

Marissa didn't really listen to Priska's rapport, she just tried hard to hold back her anger.

“If Mama maybe you already know her?” ask Priska.

Marissa shakes.

“The first year you may have trouble. I did too, but after Queensha was born, Mama slowly changed.”

Marissa could only swallow the turmoil that was ready to explode, her chest was hot instead of playing. He could not imagine what would happen in front of him. Is it true Iyash will be kind, though, or will the man side with his mother one day thinking that Marissa accepts this match just to live well and enjoy the treasure of Hasa which supposedly will not run out until seven derivatives?

Priska starts styling Marissa's long hair. Simple enough, but looks luxurious. The tiny body of Marissa wrapped beautifully kebaya white to display the beautiful curves of her body does not make Marissa impressed with herself in front of the mirror. This time he hated himself.

“Aready?” asked Ira who had just returned while holding her second granddaughter. The one-and-a-half-year-old Prince wants to get off the granny's sling and hugs her mother.

Marissa thought the little boy also knew which was sincere and which was not sincere.

“Already, Ma.” Priska tidied up her equipment. He then took over Prince from his mother-in-law's arms. While Ira immediately embraces Marissa's arm and invites her to the family room, where the marriage contract is held.

There Iyash was waiting for him. This time Iyash took off the support of his hand. He was wearing a white shirt wrapped in a black suit. Although Iyash tribe of Java and Marissa from Sunda they do not carry any custom in the event that held the impromptu akad.

Marissa was sitting next to Iyash, Rudi was already smiling looking at Marissa. He did not expect to be a guardian at the wedding of the child of his best friend. Marissa just remembered, the first person to accuse that she and Iyash had a relationship was the man. The man who will now be the guardian at his wedding.

The marriage was carried out in series because Iyash's documents were not complete. Same with Marissa's ownership documents.

“Father knows, ‘kan, consequences of siri marriage?” ask Penghulu. Marissa raised her face. She thought her marriage would be legal according to religion and country. Then can a marriage like this still be called a dream marriage like Ira said?

“It just so happens that our son's document is not ready yet. It can be ready next week. After everything is done, we will immediately register our child's marriage to the local KUA,” Hasa said.

“Good.” Penghulu then asked our readiness as a bride-to-be. Iyash nodded, while Marissa just silently stared. Of course why he said he was ready, if previously he had rebelled.

Starting with bismillah, Rudi did his job well, then Iyash chanted his sacred promise. “I received marriage and marriage Marissa Indrawan Binti Restu Indrawan with dowry a set of prayer tools paid in cash.”

Marissa instantly turned her head and looked at the man without blinking. Why could Iyash so eloquently pronounce the sacred contract of marriage, if he had previously been forced to?