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Chapters 1. Not Want to Get Married

Marriage is beautiful if the one who becomes a couple is the one we love.

But, what happens if the marriage that happens is not of our will? And yes, not with the person we like or love? It feels really heavy.

Not just not love or dislike, but what is in Pravita's chest is just hatred. Revenge that has not been avenged since the time of High School, now he was even met with the same person in marriage because of arranged marriage.

For three days I didn't come out of my room. Since last year, my mother and father have asked me to marry a stranger I never knew what she looked like.

The insistence for the insistence that my family came to me made me have to say 'yes' even though a little forced, plus I was frustrated at that time because I found my boyfriend cheating on me with another woman.

However, a few days ago during dinner, Mom and Dad showed me a picture of a man who would be my future husband. I was surprised not to play, in the photo I clearly know who the owner of the face is. He's the one who's been in my past, my bad past.

"Well, Dad, why is he a candidate?" My protest at that time. Mom and Dad looked at each other.

"Why didn't you guys tell me he was the candidate?"

"...." - ".There's no answer.

"Why?!" My jerk in such a loud voice made mama gasp and papa dropped the cutlery she was holding.

"Vita why are you so angry?" Mom asked in wonder.

"Why didn't you tell me from the beginning that the candidate was him? Vita does not want to! Don't want to, Mah." I stood up from my chair.

"Vita, what's wrong with you?" Papah asked.

"I don't want to be with him, he is, ahh! why didn't Mom and Dad tell me?" Sewot.

"Your friend from the beginning said, you are the one who continues to refuse when asked to meet. You mean what say not to? And why so angry?" The same mother raised a voice like mine.

I wiped my tears, "I don't want to marry her, I want this marriage to be annulled!" I said, then passed away leaving the dinner activities.

"Vita!"

"Vita." Mom and Dad called me.

Three days in a row I locked myself in my room. Now my mom and dad are coming into my room, persuading me to do something I never imagined before and it's very unfair that I have to keep doing it.

"No! Vita won't, Mah!" I got up from the couch. From the beginning I refused this marriage after I knew who would be my partner.

"Pravita, why do you keep challenging mama papah?"

"Your mother doesn't understand my feelings. My marriage is my will, not my will. I want to be happy in my way, my choice." I said out loud not giving up.

"Vita, it's not a matter of your will or your will..."

"Lantas, whose will is this if not mamah and papah? No, Pah, Mah, I don't want to get married." My mother at the time was without any doubt.

In this big, airy room, I felt so hot and sweaty. Either because the temperature is less low or I am burning emotions.

"Pravita, you can't stop this wedding because all the invitations have been spread out, the day after tomorrow. It's stupid to refuse now." Mama.

Mama's words provide a way out of this question. If you don't say that, I'll never know when exactly the wedding will take place.

"Well, that's it! that's exactly it, Mah. Before the wedding takes place, as long as there is still time for cancellation. Why can't it?"

Plaque! Plaque! Hard slaps landed on my left and right cheeks alternately. For a moment I was silent and lowered my head, stroking my cheeks in turn.

"Easy on you to say that? When will you appreciate Mom? You never appreciate mama, Vita!"

I lift my head, my face and my face face. With a smile I told my mother. "Less loud, Mah. Not strong!" My words are challenging, even though the pain is not on the cheeks, but my heart. My heart hurts.

My broken hair became an easy target to attack me. Pulling my hair to the left until I feel the pain in my scalp. Fortunately Papah swiftly pulled back my body and released the grip of the mamah hand lodged in my hair.

"Bad! Here you are, here! Let me slap harder! Damn you!" Mamah thrashed like she wanted to finish me off. I was actually scared and I decided to take a few steps back. If only, Papah had not hindered Mamah, I would have been devastated by the wrath of my mother.

"Well, it's mah. No, enough." Lerai Papah's.

"Huks," however I tried to challenge, I kept crying.

"Well, when will Mom listen to me? When can I breathe a sigh of relief without having to obey this and that rule, Mah?" In my tears I ask for your mercy to annul this marriage.

I ventured closer to Mamah who was still breathing with anger in her chest. I know, Mamah must have been disappointed with my refusal. But, I really hope that this never happens in my life.

I lowered my body, gradually my legs getting lower, until I finally sat down in front of Mamah and Papah.

"Well, I'm sorry. Sorry to make you angry, this angry. Vita is indeed a filial son, Mah."

I heard Mamah also crying, "But, Vita please be kind. This time, Mah. Please, Vita doesn't want this marriage to happen, please, Mah."

"Well, Pah." I looked up, looking at my mom and dad from down here. Papah looked at me for a moment, but Papa's hand was still holding Mama's shoulder.

Mamah who wiped her tears and neutralized her emotions, seemed like she would say something.

"No, Vita. Your wedding will be tomorrow."

I stood up spontaneously, "Mah!"

"Mama does not need rejection from you, all have become decisions of mamah and papah, including besan family. No one can stop even you or your partner."

"Well, no, Mah. Vita please! Mah, please mah, don't be like this, Mah." I held my mama's arm, twitching in my mama's right arm.

"Enough!"

"Well, but..."

"Enough, you have to go now. Tomorrow's a lot of guests coming, don't act."

Mamah stepped out of my room, mamah and papah left without solving the problem.

"Well, Pah. Where are you guys going? It's not over yet." I tried to stop them.

Will this marriage still happen?

But, I don't want to, I have to do something.

Now that I'm sitting in front of my dressing glass, I open the drawer underneath. Yeah, something that can help me, get me out of this thing, a cutter.

"I'd rather die than live with a fate like this." Saying to myself in front of the mirror.