God's Choice of Mate
Jodoh Village

Some people came approaching. I was relieved, and finally help arrived. But it turns out I was wrong, this was the beginning of a terrible tragedy that happened in my life.

"Well, sir, this is the man" said a large citizen, moustached, pointing at me and Rayyan.

"I'm sorry, what's going on, sir?" Mr. Rayyan opened his voice, while the frightened me immediately hid behind his body which was only wrapped in a plain black T-shirt. Who knows if they are bad people who pretend to be locals.

One of them was watching me from toe to head making me feel threatened.

"Now Mas the same my mother we to the house of the village"

Weit...? Why do we go to the village, we are maling what chicken. My inner self who has not dared to open its voice.

"But sir, what happened? Why should we be taken to the village? we're just...."

"Udah, I don't want most of the tea! we're very ordinary or catch your rich perverted partner" said a thin-bodied man in a hansip uniform.

"Yes, you city guy! don't know the rules! If you want to date mah not here or kang! Could get our village shit later"

"What's? a courtship? Uh sir if you say no haphazardly yes" I said while pointing at the red-clothed fathers.

"It's just that neng, it's obviously been caught wet!" the answer.

I want to disappear from this earth. A beautiful Shafa Azura is accused of doing indecent things with foreign men who only know without ever knowing each other more closely. What would netijen say if I knew myself being raided by a gini cake mass! Can be destroyed my prestige as a selebgram with millions of followers. Mommy, Daddy help...

They just keep insisting on taking me and Mr. Rayyan to the local village head's house. They did not want to listen to the explanation that Rayyan and I tried to convey. The basic people of tuh village yes, sometimes like vigilante. We were driven by motor. I was bullied by fat-bodied fathers while Rayyan was in bonceng by the red-clad father, and followed by 3 other motorcycles in the back.

Finally we arrived at a house that was crowded like waiting for a queue for the distribution of basic food.

"Oh so it's that perverted couple" one mother shouted as soon as we arrived. One by one they began to say, some were cursing and whispering.

My heartache is treated like this. They really didn't give us a chance to explain what was really going on to frustrate me. I want to feel like I'm silencing their mouths.

"Udah, just marry you sir" said residents who were there.

"Yes.. Agree"

"Agreed"

"That bill is more than adultery." Other citizens' timpal. The atmosphere sounded so boisterous before we were brought into the house by the local village chief. We sat in a carpeted room in the middle of the village. There were also some old men who looked like village elders.

"Are you married?" ask one of the elders.

"Not yet" said Rayyan calmly. Sometimes I just shake.

"In accordance with the regulations in our village, for those caught doing indecent things must be married to avoid greater slander." Obviously, one looks aged with his beard that is already white.

"But we didn't do anything that violated sir. We were just shady because of the rain. My car tires were leaking so I took the initiative to seek help to the nearest house." Bright sir Rayyan with courtesy.

"Also it is not allowed son, alone with someone who is not a muhrim in a quiet place and in rainy conditions. Who guarantees nothing will happen between you." Said the father with an intimidating look at me.

"And we noticed it seems like you are lovers, it would be better if you get married soon to avoid slander."

I looked down unable to hold back my tears. If Daddy knew for sure I'd be scribbled off the family card list or even hanged alive because it had tarnished the family name. Fortunately, no one took pictures or recorded this incident, if anything, it's over my history!

I noticed that Rayyan, who was sitting next to me, took off the clear glasses that always framed her eyes. He gnawed at his temple, it seemed like he was also starting to feel the gripping air that threatened the status of both of us.

"Can I contact my parents first?" Ask Rayyan sir.

"Please"

Mr. Rayyan I saw him stick his phone in his ear. I immediately reached into my phone from my fantastic little bag. Yes, there is a signal even if only 2 lines. Without a direct cue I press the green button on a contact named Daddie.

Daddy: "Assalamualiaum darling".

Shafe : "Dad...Da.ddy.hiks..hiks" said I stammered powerless to hold back tears.

Daddy: "Hello. hello..!!! Shafa why son?" dad's voice sounded very panicked.

Shafa: "Daddy, please Shafa Dad... "

Daddy: "What happened son? Where are you now? Daddy's coming over!"

Shafa: "Shafa at the house of the village head of Dewun Sari dad. Shafa is accused of perversion and will be forced to marry Dad..hiks...hiks" Tangisku increasingly became.

Daddy: "Who is Shafa? Who's that guy?" Daddy was screaming, sounding very emotional.

Shafa : "Pa...Mr. Rayyan Dad" I said as he pleased, not caring about the gaze of everyone in the room.

Daddy: "Rayyan son of Mr. Luthfi you mean?" Ask.

Shafa: "I.iya Dad"

TUT...TUT.

I covered my face with both hands while crying. I can't be married, right? I turned to Rayyan as if to code what we should do.

"So how?" Ask the village.

"Our parents will be here soon" Rayyan said calmly. Even though I was sitting next to him as if I wanted to shout at the people in front of me, Especially the mothers who had said I was lecherous it was like I wanted to get his mouth & jontor.

"Color has entered Isya time, we should pray first." Take a father who looks like a Ustad.

They all went to the mosque, while I was still here with the wife of the village man.

"Neng, let's pray first so that the feeling of neng is calmer" he said gently which I replied with a nod. after ablution I entered a medium-sized room. I saw my pathetic self in front of the mirror. Hhh.hhh, it's appropriate that they thought I was perverted, my hair looks messy because it was blown by the wind plus exposed to rain water earlier. Plus a man's jacket that sticks spoiled in my beautiful body makes me look really like a person who runs out "anu-anu".

After praying and pleading with God to save me from this heinous slander, I returned to the living room. There was only the wife of the village man and his teenage daughter. The atmosphere outside the house sounded quiet like nothing when I had just arrived.

"Please drink neng" bu Desa gave a cup of warm tea. Duhh, this village ma'am is very good, so I want to hug him.

"Thank you ma'am" I said with a sincere smile.

"Sabar ya neng, here emang tradition like this. So our village is nicknamed Jodoh Village because I don't know how many pairs of people are married because of this neng-like case" he explained.

What is Jodoh Village trying? there is a village of Hell. This is also the resident on the strange bin magic play taangkep as good as his udel. I thought I was a goat boy what I wanted to marry. Oh...It's not that easy as ferguso. Daddy must've come to get me, right? I was married to a guy I didn't love. Mending kill me in the babank marshes.

"But I swear, I didn't do anything." I kept on talking because that's the truth.

"You've already been this is very difficult neng, after all marriage with your own girlfriend is not papa neng."

"She's not my girlfriend ma'am" Have a dream what I have a model boyfriend so. There is no cool cooll at all.

"Asslaam"

Appearance - apparently the group of the fathers of nyebelin plus ngeselin has returned from the mosque. Mr. Rayyan again sat in his original position as well as me accompanied by the village mother next to me. I listened to the wide-ranging lectures of the elders in turn, the point of which was to stay away from adultery. Although not in the know I also already know times, the proof of myself is still pure pure without amnesty.

Tiin...

I looked at the long window right behind me. I saw two cars glued smoothly beside this house. One car I know very well because almost every day I see it unless Daddy is out of town. Praise be to Allah, my savior has finally arrived. After this I will never again set foot in this village again. Fuck the Village.