Forcing Old Marriage
I will not let you go!

Mentari was completely unable to dispel her upset facial expression, why was the man nearby at this moment so indifferent to his own motor, didn't this man actually have a lot of money,, if the building of the mosque only Ujang able to buy a mass of motorcycles just Ujang can not afford, Mentari rubbed his face while walking closer to Ujang.

"Coslet again Bang?" ask Mentari.

"Yes Dance," replied Ujang.

The sun breathed his breath rough.

"Sorry the motorcycle Dance had to be pushed again, so we are both on foot" said Ujang.

"Well, how else, Bang? there is no other choice, besides Abang why not buy a new motorbike, or a used one can also be important the condition is still good," said Mentari again.

"This motorbike is a lot of Mentari's story, many memories, if this motorcycle is sold best at a price of one million," said Ujang.

"Somebody's on that bike?" mentari.

Ujang did not say anymore, they walked side by side on the village road that was already very quiet at this time, the residents who came to the village hall had returned home using their respective motorcycles,,, and,, people who shop also to the stall have used the motorbike no longer walk so that this hour is very quiet.

"This is the second time we walk Bang while pushing a broken bike" Mentari said with a smile but not a happy smile.

"Yes and this will be a few more times if we really marry Tari," said Ujang, inexplicably the speech suddenly slid out of Ujang's mouth.

Mentari was silent for a moment and then tried to neutralize his facial expression.

"I if married to Brother, I do not want to ride the bike again" said Mentari.

"Without realizing you have shown that my habit is not like Dance," said Ujang.

"The habit of using an old motorcycle that likes to break down so willing to walk without wanting to buy a new motorbike, it is not a habit that you should be proud of Brother," said Mentari annoyed.

"You always like to think through your own point of view Dance, without caring about the other person's point of view, this bike belongs to my late father, Dari,, only these memories that imprint with this bike we can go here and there, and his memories together are very expensive, can not be paid with a million money," said Ujang.

"But you can buy a new bike without having to sell the old bike, it's a stingy name on yourself Bang," said Mentari.

Ujang stopped and rubbed his sweat that fell on the temple, Ujang looked at Mentari with a serious look.

"I'm sorry I offered you a dance?" ask Ujang.

"No, no" replied Mentari.

"Yes already let's continue the road there is still half a kilo of travel," said Ujang.

Mentari also obeyed Ujang's words.

"Tomorrow Dad invited Brother to the house," said Mentari while walking.

"What event is there? another birthday celebration?" ask Ujang.

"No, my sister was just one anyway, Dika who yesterday gave thanks for her circumcision, Dad wants to continue our matchmaking Bang, I did not change my mind until now about that Bang," mentari.

Awake already what Ujang thought, indeed this one girl Ujang did not understand what he wanted. Ujang can not guess the will of this beautiful girl.

"Dance" said Ujang to the beautiful girl with a clean white face, the girl looked at Ujang with a gaze waiting for what Ujang would say to her.

"You know me Dance, I'm old, I'm even better suited to be your om, if you really want to get married you can look for a much younger and well educated country boy, too,, forcing marriage with me you will regret it later in the day of Dance," said Ujang.

"I no longer think about my age, background, education and even social status Bang, I have given my soul mate to Dad, and my Dad is happy if I'm in a match with Brother, and my father is happy,, therefore I have no plans to cancel our matchmaking," said Mentari then want to immediately walk to his side of the house.

Mentari was not afraid at all, Mentari looked up to Ujang's eyes as well.

"The marriage was not a joke, not a charade like your story with Samuel" said Ujang.

Hearing that Mentari even closer to Ujang until their distance is only one inch left, Mentari mature woman who can make the decision to live her own life.

"Samuel and I have never had a show, my feelings for Samuel are sincere, it's just that Samuel betrayed me" Mentari said.

Ujang closed his eyes for a moment as the smell of mint coming out of Mentari's mouth swept his sense of smell, the girl who was in front of him at this moment was very reckless to challenge an adult male like Ujang,, before the demon who took over Ujang immediately moved back a little.

"And you don't have any taste for me, Tari," said Ujang again.

"But Bang Ujang couldn't have betrayed me like Samuel did, because Father's chosen brother was definitely the best for me, Father couldn't have misjudged, Dad,, and Dad also could not choose a man carelessly for me," Mentari said again.

"Dance, you better think again" said Ujang.

"Just like we're going to marry Bang, there's no reason for me to think anymore" Mentari said, waiting for Ujang's reaction.

"All right! but remember one thing Mentari, I will not let you go, until the body and life part, tomorrow I will come to your house at nine in the morning, tell your father tomorrow I come to propose to you," said Ujang, Ujang did not wait for an answer from Mentari, they immediately separated at a crossroads to each other's homes.

Flashback...

The man was pedaling his bike under the scorching sun that seemed to burn the skin, and the bike looked as exhausted as the one who pedaled the bike. Two sacks of corn hanging in a basket in the back did not seem to diminish in the slightest, the corn was not sold in the market.

The man was about forty years old, his face was haggard, his wife at home was definitely waiting for him to come home and hoping to bring rice.

The man was sheltering under the tree, he was not alone there was a handsome boy who took shelter under the tree wearing a high school uniform, the boy was Ujang.

"Where's sir?" ask Ujang to the man who already looks old and also soybean, the man is Mr. Mamad, Mentari's father.

Mr. Mamad knew the boy in the high school uniform was the son of a woodcutter who lived on the hill.

"From the market to sell corn but not sell it" said Mr. Mamad.

"That's how many kilos sir?" ask Ujang.

"You mean son?" ask Mr. Mamad.

"How many kilos is it all, sir? I'll buy everything" said Ujang.

"Do you really mean it?" asked Mamad as if he did not believe it.

"Yes, sir, how many miles?" ask Ujang again.

"I sold him a karung nak not perkilo," said Mr. Mamad.

"How is enough sir?" ask the handsome boy while taking out his money.

Mr. Mamad nodded his head in a happy feeling.

"Where's the father's house? let me just pick you up, sir, do not need to be escorted," said Ujang who understands for sure Mr. Mamad will be in trouble if dropping off at his house on the hill.

Mr. Mamad was truly amazed at the kindness of the handsome boy in the high school uniform who was before him at this moment.

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