I'm Not an Old Virgin
Season II: Mahligai of Love (Chapter 16.11)
Asri's stunned. He could not touch Rodi's hands because they were not halal. In addition, she was also afraid, she was very afraid after seeing the appearance of her future husband who was filled with tattoo lines.
Closing his eyes held back the sobs. He tried to stay calm and look strong even though his heart had been trembling since stepping his feet out of the house.
Only God knows how eager he is to take his footsteps away from this place, get as far away as possible and hide somewhere for shelter.
But this was just his wishful thinking because he already had no way out.
"Mother, we're still not halal to touch each other." Asri refuses to touch Rodi's hand.
Apart from being afraid this is also purely because they are not yet halal to touch each other.
Mom immediately became awkward. He looked at Rodi with a look of apology and regret. But Rodi is a man who doesn't like to be rejected. Without listening to Asri's refusal, he immediately pulled Asri's hand forcefully and ignored Asri's shocked expression which was so frightened after he touched suddenly.
Asri's body suddenly stiffened, and the palm that Rodi was holding began to tremble in fear. Both of his legs felt cold and limp not wanting to be moved.
"Don't be too pious. I don't like women who are too morally pretentious, bringing religion to this trivial matter." Said Rodi while dragging Asri into his yard.
"And also the case of halal is not halal is a matter of hindsight because we will also get married soon." Said Rodi sour.
When he found out his future wife was Asri, he was very happy to hear her. Moreover, Asri has a beautiful face for the size of a village child who is far from care, in addition he is sure that Asri is also still a virgin because there was never a single man close to him.
This is good news and Rodi can't wait for it so the wedding takes place two days after Asri returns from the boarding house.
He was satisfied but also dissatisfied at the same time because Asri was too pretentious. He does not like to bring religious issues here, especially for very trivial matters such as touching hands.
"Please let me go." Asri does not want to return Rodi's hand.
He tried to pull her away not wanting to be touched. There was even a warm liquid billowing inside his eye sludge. He would cry but still try to hold everything.
"Be quiet." Rodi would not listen.
Under many pairs of eyes watching Rodi brought Asri sitting in front of the ruler and Father. He arrogantly sat down beside Asri who had now bowed down holding in shame as well as sick.
"Your daughter is a cottage graduate but lacks morals." Syndir Bu Romlah with a colored fan in his hand.
You feel ashamed. He did not dare to look at the merchant Romlah because he knew very well what kind of person his daughter was. She is a submissive, kind, and cheerful girl. His daughter was never short of morals, rather than his daughter, the one who more fittingly called morally deficient was the son of the merchant Romlah himself.
Huh, uh,
Seeing this prospective daughter-in-law, the regret in the heart of the Father is piling up. She is sad for her daughter's future.
"Sir Kyai, can I talk to my daughter for a minute?" You asked for time.
Miss Romlah became upset, "Don't waste my son's time."
But you didn't bully him. His old eyes seemed to beg Mr. Kyai who served as a ruler to give him permission.
"Please sir, consider this the last piece of advice for your daughter before moving on to be led by Mas Rodi." Mr. Kyai gave permission.
Father is very grateful. He nodded lightly before helping his daughter get up and walked to a place a bit away from them all. Although all eyes are staring at them but you do not care because at this time he only thinks about the future of his daughter.
"Son, go somewhere to escape." The words of the Father suddenly made Asri surprised.
"What do you mean, Father?" Asri understood but still could not digest it.
The old face of the Father smiled softly, "Come, son, and never return to the village again. Go to a faraway place and never go back to the village again." Said Mr. asserting.
"Mr.hiks.." Tears finally spilled.
He held the hand of the Father tightly, shaking his head in denial with tears in his eyes.
"Go, Son. You'll never find happiness here." Said the father while holding tightly his daughter's hand.
"Asri won't, sir.hiks.. Asri doesn't want Mom and Dad to go to jail." Asri stubbornly refused.
Oh my God, it hurts so much. Asri whispered in his heart when he saw the old face of the Father who tried to keep smiling even though there were tears welling up in his eyes.
You must be as sick as him.