Married to Brondong
Widow vs Boy

“Thank you, Ganbala!” I gave him a smile, then pinched his pointed nose.

Flowering, colored, everything looks beautiful. Try to enjoy every taste when you are with your partner. To make love more felt. Look a long time in the face, you'll find one thing that makes the blood rustle. That's what the poet said, not Aida said, yes!

The car drove slowly. As Aryo requested, I was more silent and looked straight at the streets. But, I was shocked, when he squeezed the warm fingers.

“He can't touch?”

“Ga, papa if this, mah! Yesterday was more.”

Linked fingers, asa soaring high. The leafan in the chest is like a wave breaking the beach. The face blushes on the sidelines of the breath that feels very heavy to be pulled through the respiratory cavity. Or maybe, the oxygen is taken over by Aryo from my body when it comes into contact?

Arriving at Papa's office, Aryo stopped the car in front of the gate, saying he did not need to be escorted to the entrance. Unpleasant.

He grabbed my shoulder, then kissed me softly.

“Mba, I'm ridho to you. Go, may Allah protect honor and keep you from peril. Love you, Ai!”

I stammered, shahdu once now.

“Only forehead doang?”

“If the lips, I don't want later lipsticknempel.” He laughed, keki akutu! I pinched his arm, he grimaced.

It turned out that having a boy's husband made my life change to such a degree. He is indeed amazing.

I immediately got off, after Aryo waved at the gate. Now I have to drive myself to the office. Hopefully my marriage is unknown to my friends. Because, I don't want to say, marriage accident for not having a reception like my best friend who was married first.

**

As usual, I greeted some of the roommates with a slow reprimand, then spread a smile. Then sit on a chair and open some maps that have been placed part of the planning for me to re-examine. As the head of marketing, I must know how much capital and how much profit will be obtained from one job.

The numbers are like links. I don't know why I'm not concentrating like this. Aryo in the papa office with the marketing department who might be trying to make my husband a creature. Because if someone had fallen in the pit of sin, he would have done the same. If there is no strong faith and immediately repent of mistakes.

I'll immediately dial the husband number I asked for last night.

“What's up, Ai?” ask her in a soft voice.

“Where are you?”

“Yes, in papa's office, Honey!”

“Near Mba Inge?”

“No! It's the same papa.”

“Kok, same papa?”

“Papa asked me to be with Hasan.”

I exhaled a sigh of relief. It turns out that you understand what I objected to yesterday. A father, must have instincts. Although not as sensitive as the mother, still the child comes from her flesh and blood as well.

“Ya, already! I'll pick you up at the office.”

“Yes, you don't forget lunch!”

“Yes, bring very, anyway!”

“I don't want to, you're skinny.”

“Adooh! Abeng!” I gasp. Someone stood with probing eyes in front of the table.

“Let me call again. Assalammualaikum.”

I exhaled a rough breath. Then lean into the chair. Staring intently at the person who had heard my conversation just now.

“can, ga, anyway, if people are calling it not nguping?” The cynical question came out.

The man replied with a strange smile.

“Bram! I remind you many times. If I'm contacting someone else, don't go near my desk.” I'm really upset right now.

“The wedding was ngundang-ngundang. You're ashamed, yes, married to a boy who just graduated high school. But, brondong charm is indeed interesting, anyway!” He retaliated with a much more dropping.

I got up from sitting.

“You mean, what?”

“Aida! We all know, you're married to a high school boy. Your husband is a public figure, yes, there must be a lot of netizens who love him. Are you sure he really loves you? Don't-don't just to catapult his name.” A mocking smile was painted on his tyrannical face.

I rested with both hands on the table. With my eyes fixed on me, I answered slowly.

“You won't understand. I know better who my husband is. She's more mature than you!”

“Adult? High School boy is an adult. So do not be too many rules, held a little angry. Similar to me, obviously experienced. The marriage of the boy is hard, Aida! You have to teach the horse to run. Are you ready?” The tip of her eyes looked like she was underestimating Aryo.

I don't accept, I heard all about Aryo yesterday. I was with him for a few days. I can judge, which men are good, and which are losers.

“Listen, Bram! I chose Aryo, because he's so much better than you. Despite his young age, his mind is not necessarily small like yours. Fortunately, I did not accept you as a husband. You are nothing more than a loser!” Face changed.

I don't care, even though he's a subsidiary of the director of this company, I still have to defend my husband when he's denigrated like that. Maybe he thought I was scared. No, I'm not a woman who wants to be stepped on, just for being the tip of the sword in her father's company. He thought I was afraid of being thrown away or thrown out of work.

“You will definitely regret.” He underestimated.

My chest started to rumble with burning emotions. All this time I have been patient enough to face the behavior of his who likes to hold the paddle to the chest. What I did for this company, he said he did. I was behind him.

“I regret even going into this office and getting to know a bucket-mouthed man like you, selfish!” I replied with a suppressed tone of voice, so that he understood I was annoyed to hear condescending sentences from his mouth.

Seeing us fighting, some employees who were in the room with me were seen whispering with others. I immediately took a deep breath, trying to calm the emotional blaze that made my body tremble.

“Because you don't know who he is!”

“What do you know about him? I'm his wife, I know better who Aryo is!”

“Alah, Aida! Most of the public figures that are famous in the media are nothing real, I'm sure you will be disappointed.”

I close my eyes, why does Bram seem to know Aryo so well? It was as if he was humbling my husband.

“One more time, I reiterate! I know who my husband is. I'm the one who's having this wedding, so, I don't think you should interfere.”

“Okay! In that case, you would rather that snot boy than ...”

“From what?” I immediately cut his words.

“From on survive in this office?”

Okay! That's much better.” I hit the table with my palm, indicating I would rather quit this office, than my husband being humbled like that.

“You think it's easy to find a job right now, Ai?” Her voice softened. He thinks I'm afraid of being bullied.

“For you probably yes, because it does not have any capacity. But not for me, I can even hire your employees if they are no longer strong enough to work with selfish people like you!”

I grab the bag and fold the laptop. Then look at him sharply. Then push the chair before stepping.

“If you all are not working here, please come to my office at PT. Mega Buana.” I purposely hardened my words to let Bram know who I really am. This company is still nothing compared to my papa company.

He thought, everyone can be trampled with power? Nah! Self-esteem is more important than anything in the world. By, by PT. Mukti Works. I chose to go to keep my husband's pride, because it was an obligation.

**

Divide your sorrow to God, not to those you love. But share happiness with the loved ones, so that they do not feel the sadness.

Yep!

The man who always gives me a place to lean.

I'll get the car back to Papa's office. After all the files I put in the car.

I don't want, what is the key to the success of this office that I brought from the papa office, used by Bram.

He has no right to any of it.

“Bu Aida!” Mira greeted as I walked into the lobby with a riled face.

“Papa no?”

“May meeting, Mom!”

“Aryo?”

“So Mr. Hasan came out, don't know where to go. Want to go straight to your room, or sit here, Mom? We haven't talked for a long time!”

Duh! Miras! You're here to get paid for work, not chat. It's because of Bram. My high blood is so crumpled. Emotional levels have also increased several times.

“I go to papa's room!”

“Eh, Mom! Aryo is really a cousin, Mom?” Mira hurried over.

“Why?”

“No! He is a lady, Mom! Cook to work as an assistant Bu Inge.”

“What?”

“Tadi Bu Inge had a story, if he had an assistant brondong. It's nice to show off to business associates, so he said.” Mira's report made my blood boil. Then, papa lied?

“You don't make hoax news, Mir!”

“Yes, Mother! How dare I lie. If you don't believe me, ask Aryo. Yes, they had a photo together in the room Bu Inge!”

Mira immediately showed a photo of Aryo and Inge.

Holy hooch!

So her story medsos anyway, then me! Fucking spiders. Can't do anything, he ain't snapping slippery forehead. I sighed heavily.

My chest was as if it was beating the drums of war, going up and down withstanding displeasure. Said the man jealous of his name.

“Ya, already!”

“Bu Aida, ok?”

“Yes, okay! Did you see how?”

He nodded, then shook his head.

“Like jealous!”

“Jealous? Why jealousy?”

Although he looks a bit heavy to continue the sentence, but his name is Mira. It will not stop until its destination arrives.

“Isn't Aryo her husband, Mom? I just saw it on the online news. Again viral.”

“Seriously, you?”

“This proof!”

Mira immediately pressed her HP screen.

What he said turned out to be true. My head was sharp as I read the comments of netizens about our relationship. He said I set up Aryo. There is even a greater language. Aryo married me because of papa's company.

Netizens are all-knowing and pretentious! I'm furious. Although actually my mind is branching and the heart starts to look like a rubber boat that is participating in rafting. But I kept trying to calm down.

“Yes, come! Let Aryo answer everything.”

Mira looked disappointed to hear the answer just now. Though he has used rendang seasoning to pump.

Without waiting for him to come back out of mind-busting studies. I immediately pulled a step.

**

Papa hasn't finished the meeting. I immediately entered his room. Let go of tired heart and body after meeting people who like to attract positive energy from others.

Mira's words just now are still entrenched in the head. I'll grab the HP in the bag, and then I'll open the news online. There are many titles about Aryo.

I bit my lips, trying to muffle the erratic taste in my chest. Why are they so willing to spread slander like this? Though they did not ask Aryo for confirmation before spreading it.

All sucks!

Bram, Inge, and Mira!

Why, anyway! In this world, many people like to interfere in the affairs of others? Why not take care of yourself?

My shoulders were heavy when news of Aryo I read on all social media apps. Moreover, read the sadistic comments of young mothers who may not want Aryo married.

“ARGYO'S LOVE, COOK WANTS TO MARRY THE OLD VIRGIN WHO SET HIM UP?”

“STUPID! THOUGH HE'S A MASTER, A BULL! KOK, EVEN MILIH GIRL GA LAKU!”

The sentences were like sharp knives that slashed slowly all parts of the body. Not felt, tears finally dripped to the cheeks as well.

I never asked Aryo to be my husband? I never expected this to happen! All the destiny of God! I also refused to marry yesterday. But, what power! Aryo, who wants me to be his wife. The reason he also told.

Should I give up?

Should I leave him who really loves me

Crying without a sound made my strength decrease. I leaned the body on papa's living room sofa. Close your eyes for a moment and keep saying the name of Allah.

Hopefully this is just a test at the beginning of the marriage. Maybe God was in love with me, so given a test like this.

**

“Mba why?” Aryo rushed in and looked very worried.

I don't know who he knows I'm here. Didn't he just come out with Hasan?

“I was told by Mira that Mba is coming!” He immediately sat beside me.

“I'm fine, kok!”

“What's wrong? Mba must have been crying.”

He grabbed my shoulder, drowned it into his chest. My tears broke, my sobs became there. To make Aryo's shirt wet.

The soft caress of her hand was enough to energize to hold back the cries. Although there are still remains of tears that often fall like dew.

“Ga think about the news! They don't know what we're feeling.” Aryo's whisper made me imagine her picture with Inge.

“It's not just about the news, Beng! But about your photo with Inge too!” I'm hot, I'm jealous, I don't accept my husband being close to a woman like Inge.

He took a slow breath. Then stroked my cheek, while removing the remaining tears there.

“Ai! Let alone Inge, the beautiful girl out there even I refuse. Wh why? Because I love you. Believe, Ai! My first and last love is just you.” He pulled my shoulder so we could look at him.