Don't Underestimate Me
Prologues

The eighteen-year-old beautiful girl had just celebrated her graduation. The euphoria after graduating from the gray-white uniform was still adorning on her so cheerful face. But who would have thought if up ahead there, a long journey full of struggle was waiting for him.

"Galuh, so you take a scholarship in the city?", asked Santi to Galuh.

Galuh who asked like that just shook his head slowly.

"The richness of San. I want to work. Let me change my mom. My mother's father kept working!", replied Galuh.

"But your mother is still young. Why not ask for another wedding? Your father has long since died!",celtuk Anis.

"That's my mother's business. If you want to get married again, I have no problem. What matters is that my mom is happy. That's it!", Galuh.

At a crossroads, they split up. If Anis and Santi live in housing around the district city, in contrast to Galuh who lives in the village that even access to it is a little difficult because it is in the plantation area.

The motorbike driven by Galuh suddenly broke down.

"Oh, why is this a motorcycle? Can be compromised in a way! Still a long distance home you know!", the number Galuh on the motor. Which of course will not be responded to by a motor that is only an inanimate object.

The weather that afternoon was quite cloudy, even the drizzle had started to fall.

Galuh got off his bike and pushed as he could. Sometimes he rested then after feeling enough to charge, he again pushed the bike.

It was tired and felt heavy pushing the load of the motor, suddenly rain fell. Moreover, the name if not, has fallen down the stairs anyway! Galuh just resigned and accept the fact that today he is not lucky. From a distance, he saw a place to shelter. At the very least, he could wait for the rain to subside a little.

Galuh also parked his butut motor that broke down in front of a club. The simple sound of thunder praises the power of the creator. Galuh clutched his body with his own two hands because it was cold.

He rubbed his palms together to dispel the coldness. Her mother must be worried because she has not yet reached home. But how will he tell his mother? Pulse in the butututnya phone alone is like a cumlot GPA.

Suddenly from an unexpected direction, a car hit the rain that accidentally hit the motorbike parked in front of the hut.

Gubrakkkk. The cold one was also shocked. Similarly, the driver of the car who immediately stopped his car that must have been scuffed because it hit the motorbike butut.

Slowly the rain began to subside, the driver of the car was out of his car along with Galuh who approached his car.

"Astaghfiullah! My motor!", Galuh's speck approached his second wheel which was already increasingly similar to junk.

The driver of the car who was none other than a man was on his waist to see his car that was beret because it had just hit the junkyard in his opinion.

"Heh, you! You have to take responsibility! You hit my bike!", Galuh said in front of a man who looked like a rich man. But...why are rich kids wandering around in a village like this?

"Gue's? Responsibility? There are people who have to take responsibility! My car is beret. Because the junkyard has Lo ngalangin my way!", said the driver while pushing Galuh's shoulder.

"Enak. Obviously you're speeding! Hit my motorbike in front of the hut! Why even blame me?!", Galuh without fear.

"God! If Lo markir motor is real, it will not be my favorite car hit a rich junkyard has Lo!"

Galuh held his breath up and down. He's used to being in the hina. But for this time, he felt unworthy of being insulted like that.

Galuh pulled the collar of the boy's shirt. The man glared in disbelief if there was a village girl who dared him.

"I don't want to know, you have to take responsibility!", cried Galuh in front of the man's face.

"No! There is no responsibility whatsoever! Lo who already knows me!", said the man who turned out to be named Hans Arlingga.S.

The name that Galuh read in the name of the man.

"I also lose!", Galuh. The pushing action was inevitable until they staggered and fell together in a bush near their control.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim! Heh, guys! It can be perverted here!!!", shouted a middle-aged man.

Galuh and Linga also rise up together from the position that looks intimate. The two shook together.

The screeching of the citizens earlier triggered the passing people to stop at that place. Moreover, the rain had subsided only a small drizzle left.

"Sir, this is not what you think!" said Galuh.

"We do not do anything sir!", continued Lingga.

"lik! Where there is a thief to ngaku! Okay, marry them. Instead of later making 'bala' because of their perverted deeds."

Galuh and Lingga looked at each other and shouted.

But unfortunately whatever Galuh and Lingga explain to the citizens is not heard at all. Residents who found the two teenagers in the bush also paraded the two of them to go to the elder's place in the village.

At the residents' hall, two teenagers who did not know each other were in a joint stand.

"Give me your identification card!", said an elderly man. Galuh and Linga handed over their identification.

"You next door boy?", asked the man to Galuh.

"Yes sir!", replied Galuh.

"Call your father here, let him be your guardian!"

Galuh's eyes were round in disbelief. A guardian? So is it true that the two of them who do not know each other will be married??

"Wait sir? What do you mean?", Galuh asked confusedly.

"You must marry from our village to be tormented for your abominable deeds!"

, said one of the men who are both elderly.

"But we don't know each other sir! Even I was just..!", Lingga hung his sentence. There's no way he's saying KKN is in a village near here. That means he killed himself! His friends will know this foolish act.

"Hey young man! You are a man! So it's the man in charge!", ask the other old man. Finally, the Lingga can only surrender. Who would she ask for help with?

"Sir, trust me. I don't know this. And we do not do anything!", said Galuh still kekeh.

"Hurry up and call your father!", said the old man.

"Want to call my father at the grave, sir? Please!", said Galuh. The elders looked at each other. So is the Lingga who stared fixed at the little girl in the estimated age of about four or five years below.

"Your father doesn't exist?", asked the man who had found us in that position.

"Yes, you are deceased. My mother works, not at home!", Galuh said. He spoke like that, hoping that his impromptu marriage would be void.

"Yes, he's wearing a judge!" said the man. Galuh was flabbergasted in disbelief. Unlike the Lingga who stared flatly at the people who had just cornered him.

"You said Dong didn't want to get married! We do not do anything!", Galuh Galuh on Lingga.

Not yet Lingga said, the elders had already acknowledged it first.

"Now, don't have a lot of stale language! Hey young man, what can you make a dowry?!", said a man. Linga took her wallet. There's no contents! There is only thirty thousand money and ATM and credit card.

"I have no cash sir!", said Lingga. Galuh just resignedly faced the situation that was not conducive in front of his eyes.

"That's it, you have a watch, right? Can be used for dowry. It's just a formality!", said someone who seemed ready to marry the two of them off.

Lingga also released his watch which was quite expensive. But yes, maybe it should be like this.

Immediate ijab qobul event was finished with the word 'sah' that echoed.

"You guys are married Siri. Quickly do marriage in KUA to avoid slander!", said one old man.

The phallus is silent. He turned to Galuh who looked frozen in place without any expression.

"Son!", a white-bearded man patted Galuh and Linga on the shoulder together. The newlyweds also looked over.

"Maybe you feel like this is something you never thought of. But, just so you know. What you are experiencing right now is the provision of that power. So, go for this wedding. You must learn to open up to each other. Remember, there are no coincidences in this world."

Age patted the shoulders of the two, the white-bearded man left. Stay a pair of newlyweds who do not know each other at all.

"Gue Anterin Lo home?!" said Lingga. Galuh just agreed. After all, it's getting dark. Later, he just stayed to explain to his mother what had just happened.

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