Forced to Marry The Culun
An unpleasant meeting

The conversation continues to happen with the in-laws. It was so hard to forget that he had to be respected. He can take heart to talk, like his own friends are no longer children and ghosts. Much about Liona that I do not know now so revealed, from the start of his daily habits even the teenage years, who like wayward and naughty did not escape he told me too.

Papa never invites to speak four eyes like in-laws, that is when from teenagers until now. The atmosphere that I have long missed . Busy with work and infidelity, making papa forget this young boy, so the hatred in the heart continues to dwell.

Tea that has been served continues to be kusuput, accompanied by dry cakes taste sweet and slightly salty. He was so patient in responding to my words, it was fortunate that Liona had a father figure who was very loving and always present beside her.

"How long has he not been back?" I said I've seen many times circular watches at auction.

"Maybe soon, because from then the guest asked to be delivered around this village," he explained.

Not knowing who he meant, so took my wife for a long time around. Tired out of work I set aside first, fearing that there would be an unwanted incident in Liona when we had just tied the sacred promise.

"Have the hotel been around for a long time?" my words mince words as the netra tries to sweep the view up the roof.

"Over long, anyway. From the time of the legacy of great grandmothers until now. To maintain its durability we only renovate a little following the changes of modern times," replied the in-laws.

"Ooh, it's worth it. Many of the horses of the roof of the house and the pillars of solid wood and their carvings are like experts, who are likely not able to do so today, "Amusement.

"really it. You alone can not carve every detail of these woods, which even though they include direct descendants. Liona's great-grandfather was a painter, so it was easy for him to make it," explained the father-in-law who is now following around the relaxing room in the hotel he manages.

"Maybe it's true, sir."

Netra kept watching inch by inch the pole that was now close to me. What a beautiful carving is matchless, very charming and makes people who see it will surely amazed.

He who sat facing each other with me, was busy sipping tea made by the mother-in-law earlier. From the look of the face is very noticeable, if he is very nurturing and patient. The style of speech is very slow and not much convoluted. I like the way he is told to tell stories.

The voice of a man in a rowdy voice spoke was already heard. Footsteps began to sayu-sayu approaching our position that was sitting relaxed.

"Nhooo ..uhuuuk!" The sound of my cough from choking on tea drinks, when I couldn't believe seeing someone who had just come.

"Are you okay, son?" ask me worried.

"Noehuk .. uhuk. It's okay, sir!" the answer was already waving a hand swinging down, giving a warning if my situation was safe.

Liona and Kenzo were so calmly approaching us. From Kenzo's face, she seemed to smile constantly and it made me sick and heated my chest.

"Well, you turned out to be good too, already want to come to your wife's place," led Kenzo.

"Is there something wrong with that?" ketus answers.

"Not wrong but weird."

Kenzo had already thrown his face towards the right side, with eyes glancing sharply like he did not like. The attitude that I have always hated and longed to slap her nature.

"How weird? As for the woman you are with now she is my wife, so I have an obligation to look after her from now on" she replied.

"Yes ..well, forget that you're married. It must be carefully guarded so as not to run away because it can not stand," Kenzo mentioned insulting.

The attitude that originally sat in the sponge seat, now stands the shortest want to align the body with Kenzo. Our views have both glared at each other sharply disliked.

"What do you mean? If you talk, do not be careless. Can't stand it because of what? Don't talk to look for trouble. People who are not considered and always biikin troublemaker yes this way, always just scrape the personal rights of people," behind the derogatory answer to Kenzo.

"What did you say? Troublesome ones? What's wrong with that" Kenzo still wanted to ignite the flames of anger between us.

"Already ... already. What the fuck are you guys. If you want to make a fuss, don't stay here. Shame on the hotel customers who will be uncomfortable if you act," Liona began to speak up.

"really it. If you have personal problems better solved elsewhere, do not be here because it disturbs hotel guests," Mr.

Their rebuke made us a little aware. We have personal problems with our families, but we shouldn't always be taken off the beaten track elsewhere.

Instantly there was no sound from our mouths, but the net glare continued to stare hard who was ready to duel alone.

"Let's just go home, instead of seeing the person who always makes trouble making a big mood," I asked Liona.

The hand had already pulled down Liona's palm slowly so that she would come along.

"Hey, who do you mean trouble maker. Don't just drop me by the way," cried Kenzo not to accept my singungan just now.

I don't care what he says that's still ranting. Attitude now trying to approach the Father, who had been shaking his head felt strange at the attitude of the two of us. His hands kissed immediately to say goodbye. Liona was only obedient when I stepped in.

"We're saying goodbye, sir. Next time will come back here if there is free time later," I said.

"Yes, be careful on the road later."

"Yes, Sir!" Liona's right hand was busy greeting, while my left hand was still holding.

"Surely it is, sir."

"Come, baby!" Generation words.

The mouth was already tightly shut, but the teeth had cluttered to want to swallow Liona round and round. Matapun follow-up mendelik action, signifying dislike for the act that dared to come out to accompany Kenzo without my permission, but Liona only responded casually like nothing happened and no problem.

"We are saying goodbye to mother, too" he said.

"Ahaa, of course. Ok 'lah, we're going there now," answer casually.

I kept pulling my hands out of Kenzo's face immediately. While passing through the body of Kenzo who stood relaxed with both hands inserted into the pocket of his pants, without further ado the shoulders deliberately banged firmly on him.

A wry and cynical smile returned my treatment, but did not respond back, because it was lazy to find trouble and rowdy with him.