Happy After I Separated
"WEDDING DAY"

today is my wedding day with a man chosen for me.

a man who looks good Sholeh, and obeys worship.he also seems to respect parents.

I am 17 years old now.I am married at a young age. Because both my parents betrothed me.Color I can not soon forget my beloved who has died. It was destroyed by death.

until it finally made me really bad. ever since that incident.I am not interested in going out of the house.even just to meet my friend friend.

because of my attitude that changed during this one year, finally made my parents decide to match me with a man of their choice.

he grew up on the island, but both of his parents are native to this village.

their families were known to be very kind and friendly, and since their arrival back to this village, never once did he not go to the mosque to worship, to make both my parents feel confident, he said, that he was a very nice guy.

my name is TARI' I grew up from a simple family.I have 2 younger siblings.

my husband was named Adit. he was born 6 brothers. his habit of going to the mosque to worship and teach. made both my parents melt and take a big decision on my life.

right today.my wedding's on the title.

tent tents have been decorating the yard of the house.chair seats seem to have been arranged neatly.

and some floral decorations that add to the beauty of my home today.

a yellow glaze was placed in front of my tent.

I can't do anything. I want it to feel like I'm in a struggle. But I can't see my parents grieving. Enough all this time they've been sad because of the plight I lost Roni in my life.

let me follow their will at this time.

all my relatives have filled my house since a week before the event began.

and some neighbors who appeared to be late in the event.

jasmine flowers are already attached on top of my head, and the wedding dress is neatly attached.

my parents are very happy about this marriage.

when the bridegroom's company was about to arrive, I was obliged to welcome them.

accompanied by my sister, who was carrying an umbrella and accompanied by my family, we also welcomed their arrival.

passing by the man who will soon be my husband.does not let me want to look at him.

my view just fell down.

I wish all this was just a dream.

after the welcoming event besan. came a very sacred event. namely the ijab qobul event.

we held an ijab qobul event at my house.

penghulu explained the pillars of marriage, but I was reluctant to hear it.

after a while the ruler explained the obligations of husband and wife.come the moment where I should ask to be married.

shaking hands with the man who raised me from childhood, strong, wrinkled hands that never once complained about the situation.

always proud to raise me as his daughter.

this time I kissed her hand, not for parting at work or school, but to ask for her blessing and ask to be married.

clear fluid that began to come out of the lining of the eye, I can no longer bear it.

my tears were spilled, not because of happiness because today I am getting married.

but because I want to make my parents happy by granting their wishes.

the event asked for blessing and floods of tears.

come to the head to read ijab qobul

followed by my future husband.

"i accept the marriage and marriage of Tari Lestari binti Junaedi father with dowry gold necklace and a set of prayer tools in paid cash"

"huhhh......

simultaneous voices from guests and relatives who broke the silence after the recitation of the ijab qobul.

and I have legitimately become one's wife after reading a prayer of thanksgiving

penghulu also said goodbye, and I was asked to carry out other customary events.

starting from cleaning the legs of the husband after stepping on an egg.where I do not know the meaning of the custom.

and a scramble for a rooster..

show after show I do it by trying to calm down.

I want to feel like I'm crying and leaving everything, but I can't be that selfish! leaving both my parents with shame was a good decision.

after a while, the customary event was over, and I was in the seat on the lapel.

even though the man sitting next to me is now my husband, I am reluctant to look at him or talk to him.

the photographer took some pictures of me with my husband, but I refused to touch him directly.

until the photo event this time is very bland.

midday where the guests were crowded, and I had to stand long enough to greet the guests.

and not infrequently follow their desire to take pictures.

right at 03:00 pm the guests were already quiet.just leave close and distant relatives.

after the show was over, I immediately went to my room and died the man who is currently my husband.

I sat down on the edge of the bed

and asked why she accepted this match?

until my father came, he came to me and held my hand, his hand was very cold with sweat.

it was quite a sign that he was very tired because of this wedding.

the event was pretty grand for her daughter.

my eyes are staring at me tightly.

with his hands trembling slightly, he kept looking at me. Maybe he knew I was very upset over this marriage.

"sister, do you know you're not fully accepting this marriage? and maybe you're disappointed with me, but believe me all this for your good. Dad doesn't want you to keep pensively sad. Because of Roni's departure" _he said the very vibrating father held back tears.

"but yeah, Dance really doesn't want this wedding, especially with the guy who even dance Unknown?"

"sister, before taking this decision, I had already considered. Adit's a good man, and from a good family as well. I'm sure Adit will be able to love big brother, like daddy loves big brother"

I just kept quiet hearing my father's statement.

I can't argue with her even though in my heart I didn't accept this marriage.

"father asks, you accept him, and honor him as you honor father"

dad stood up and kissed me on the top of my head, before he really went out.

the bride's fairies arrived, she came to remove all the accessories that were attached to my body.

she pulled out one by one this makeup.

sometimes I see him looking at me. Maybe he's surprised? why on this happy day

I was pensive and didn't talk much.

after he was done with his work and saying goodbye to my parents.

the man who was my husband approached me.

he asked me to pack all my things.

because he will take me to live in the house given by his parents.

the sadness that I felt was really great.it was not enough for me to marry a stranger.I now have to leave my parents' house.

helped by my mother, he took a big bag in the closet. It seems he noticed me who just kept quiet without talking.

with his nimble hands he stuffed my shirt and some cosmetic tools into the bag.

"sister, don't be sad anymore, I believe you will be happy, and forget all your past"

I do not agree with my mother's words.what else should I say. like rice has become porridge.it is impossible to return to rice.

even going back and forth I can not but just continue to walk the path of life takes me.

I went out with a bag with my cell phone and my wallet.

and some relatives who noticed us.

I'm really going to go. Staying with strangers.

my mom and dad hugged me tight, and I kissed their hands without saying a word.

I walked up to my two sisters and hugged and kissed them tightly.

some relatives hugged and kissed me. The sound of a motorbike engine from the outside that my husband turned on.

makes me shake. Is this really the best decision for me?

I went out and approached the man who was my husband.I looked at my parents.hopefully they prevented me from leaving.

I also rode that motorcycle.

and reluctant once it feels if I come into contact with her, until I put my bag in the middle of us.

the motorbike also walked away from my home residence.walking down the village road. Some neighbors who looked at me. There was someone who waved a sign of a farewell.

the road continued on this motorcycle without a word coming out of the mouths of the two of us.