Love Two Boundaries
Chapter#14

Ever since I was a kid I always imagined being proposed to by a handsome prince I love and he loves me too.

Coupled with a luxurious palette, with a wedding dress that is all wahhh, becomes king and queen a day.

But the reality I experienced today was inversely proportional to my dreams.

In fact I married Siri to a one-child widower. The most painful thing is there is no love between me and him.

If asked what I feel right now?, the answer is just crying. Cry so much that there will be no more tears for tomorrow.

Not to mention the skewed rumors of the power of the mouth of mothers, some say I married without the blessing of a male family, some say I married a husband of people, some say I married a husband of people, I got married because I was pregnant first and there are still many other rumors that make me and my family pretend to care. Pretending not to hear anything they say, will make the heart a little calm, but I know there is a sadness of father and mother that they hide from me.

Nobody wants a marriage like the one I'm in right now, married with no legal certainty, but I have no choice.

Am I too stupid of a viewer?

Please tell me if you're in my position what are you going to do?

This is what is called destiny...

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In the guest room that has been transformed into a wedding venue in its style, there have been several close families, neighbors, witnesses, penghulu, father, mother, Fia, and others, me and Mr. Hafiz who looks handsome with white belanga bay stelan, songket cloth wrapped around the waist and black peci on the head.

"How's everything, can we start the show?" ask the ruler who will lead the wedding.

"Ready" is the word of the man who became my first love, he was my father.

"Alright, without stalling, let us both read the umul bible" said the ruler, as soon as the atmosphere became wisdom, only the chant of Surah Al-fatihah was heard.

Incidentally the one who does the Ijab is the father, while the ruler only guides the path of Ijab and Qabul.

"I marry you Muhammad Hafiz bin Azam with my biological son Ais bint Ali with a set of prayer tools, paid in cash !" there was a pounding of words and hands as father ended the sentence of ijab.

Instantly answered by Hafiz, "I accept the marriage and marriage of Ais bint Ali with the mascawin paid in cash"

How are the witnesses, legitimate ?

LEGITIMATE......

Alhamdullah.....

Everyone present simultaneously said tahmid sentences.

Then proceed with a prayer for the two brides which is read directly by the ruler.

"Baarakallahu likulii wahidimmingkumaa fii shaahibihi wa jama'a bainakumma fii khayrin"

Spontaneous crystal circles fell from my eyes, not sad happy, but wounds. The fate of life no one knows, somehow I will undergo my marriage also I can not imagine. Only one thing I know, this marriage is not going to be the same as the marriages out there.

I would not have expected more, either, by imagining a supposedly beautiful first night. Because my first night was over when she took my chastity forcibly.

Kusalami doubtful Mr. Hafiz who just a few minutes has legitimately titled husband.

There was no kiss or prayer he gave me. Next he and I greeted mom and dad in turn.

I hugged my mother's old body tightly, while saying softly "apologize Ais buk, if all this time still not able to make mother smile" I said softly with tears. I don't want to take off the arms of a woman who has been very affectionate and patient with me.

Rela withholding his desire for my needs, willing not to buy clothes, so that I can wear new clothes, willing to stand guard when I am sick, crying when someone hurts me.

"Mother pray Ais will get what Ais dreams of, and be a devout and obedient wife of the husband" that is the prayer and hope that I pray for.

I unraveled my mother's embrace, then hugged and apologized to my father.

I thought you were going to be strong, not crying in front of me. In fact, the defensive fort collapsed, instantly the roar of tears flowed from the eyelids of his twilight.

"Ais my son" he said, peeping in my brow.

"I'm sorry, son, unable to give your world happiness, unable to provide enough knowledge for you" I can no longer continue the words, only a hug came back that he gave to the body of this little girl.

The warm embrace you gave me, gave me peace of mind. There is a power energy that he transfers for me.

"Ais father's promise, once Ais steps in, will Ais prove that Ais is able to make dad happy, whatever it is" my heart's voice was held by father.

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Two days had passed, my initial guess was right, there was no first night, and there might not be any more nights.

I had expected it for a long time, mister Hafiz came back cold to me. I still have no problem, because from the beginning I knew him, that's what he came to me.

Two days as a wife, I only serve to eat drinks, as well as clothes. There was no intimate physical contact between me and him.

Only my calls to her changed. It was also at his request, that I get used to calling him "BRAND".

Today Hafiz and I are back at the border, stepping out of my hometown.

There was anxiety and sadness in the eyes of both my parents and my little sister Fia, as I left.

Naturally, now they let go of my departure as a status of a wife. And I will no longer be their responsibility, but Lord Hafiz.

I heard my father tell Mr. Hafiz when we said goodbye.

" Please keep ice for dad, happy is he, maybe when growing up on the side of the father he does not get happiness as other children" looks father shed tears. Then he resumed his words, "If Ais makes a mistake, rebuke him in a good way, I believe Hafiz is able to make Ais happy" said the father while hugging Hafiz.

"Father and mother do not need to worry, saye will keep Ais as good as possible" said Ais confidently.

Before we got into the car, I saw Hafiz giving Dad a light brown envelope, I was pretty sure it was money.

First I saw my father rejecting what Mr. Hafiz gave me. But Hafiz again forced the father, with the face forced to accept the gift.

I know very well, the father of the person who does not like to be pitied and accept the gifts of others. For him the hand above is better than the hand below.