Pang Sagoe, Make me your Wife!!!
The Unexpected Wedding...

AUTHOR POV...

“I received marriage and marriage Rahmah the biological daughter of the father with dowry a set of salat tools paid in cash.”

“Sah...” the voice of a man who looks old and gets the title of Imam in the village of Tanjong.

The marriage took place right after one day Rahmah, her mother and sister were in Kampung Tanjung. Those who were at the market were suddenly met by a woman and the woman said that the father of Rahmah was waiting for them and the woman would take them there. All this time, Rahmah's father had been monitoring his family from someone in the village. Ismail also knew about his wife and son who were captured by the military.

“Rahmah, there are other things I want to tell you including Mamak and Raudhah.” The three pairs of eyes were compactly staring at the father.

“Dad will marry you to Pang sagoe tomorrow!” between believe and not but for sure. The next day, the wedding took place in one of the village's highly respected religious houses.

Kampung Tanjong is one of the villages located the farthest from the center of the district. It is close to hills and forests.

In a house with a walled board and roofed with grass, a girl officially holds the status as the wife of a man with the title ‘Pang Sagoe’. This village is not the true village of Rahmah. Kampung Rahmah is near the center of the district. However, the circumstances that make him and his father are in Tanjong's village to get married.

There are no beautiful clothes or reception parties like other couples in general. He married a rebel who became the target of government forces. There is no marriage book because they are married under the hands without going to KUA. To make this marriage legally recorded in the eyes of state law, then they must take care of all administrations including ID cards.

Aceh conflict with the status of martial law makes every young man who joined the rebellion do not have a ID card. Their status is that of a fugitive of the state. If they do not die during their contact with weapons, they will be arrested and detained in lawless military bases and courts.

By capitalizing on the terms and pillars of marriage taught by Religion, today Rahmah and Teuku Muhammad Ilham officially became husband and wife. Rahmah was accompanied only by her mother, father and her two younger siblings, Raudhah. While on the male side only accompanied by colleagues who amounted to five people.

“Remember, Son. You have chosen Inspiration as your husband. From now on you must be ready with all the risks that you definitely already know.” the last message from Mother Rahmah before leaving the pair of newlyweds.

Rahmah's mother and Raudah returned to ride the transportation between villages that would take them to the sub-district. From the district, they live on foot to Sira village. The original village of Rahmah.

Teungku Imum's house became a temporary home for the newlyweds. Based on mats, both of them perform the first worship in a household.

Rahmah smiled at the husband who was still looking at her with a sweat soaking into the bodies of the two. Rahmah nodded in embarrassment, she was not used to being this close to the man who made her fall in love at first sight.

A beautiful man who has a sweet smile and very beautiful eyes. Rahma who was first close to the man certainly can not imagine if now she was in one room with the man. In fact, both of their bodies were covered in a long cloth from Rahma's mother.

Rahma could not scream or sigh at will when her defense as a woman was broken by her husband. He could only bite the cloth to mask the sound that might come out without him accidentally.

Rahmah looked at the face of the husband sleeping beside her. A happy face with a small smile on her lips. “Am I so handsome that you dare to accept my proposal?” Rahma surprised. He did not expect that the husband was still conscious but his eyes closed.

“Prepare! From now on you will be a forest dweller. Prepare a lot of energy because our trip will be very tiring.”

They spent only two days in Tanjong village. True as Ilham said, Rahmah had to walk through the forest with her husband and colleagues who each held a long barrel gun. Rahmah's father, Ismail or often called Mae Cuak, was one of the followers of the rebels. ‘Cuak’ in Indonesian can also be called a spy. Rahmah's father served in Tanjong village to monitor the movements of the residents or if there are issues the army will go up there. Rahmah's father was in charge of delivering the news to the rebel headquarters in the forest.

Rahmah's father who works daily as a seeker of medicinal leaves in the forest does not have difficulty in exploring the forest because he is used to it. Not with Rahmah, at this time he was mowing his tired legs and slightly injured by being hit by a twig. “Sabar ya.” soft voice that calms the heart accompanied by a sweet smile and warm strokes of the hand of an Inspiration able to eliminate fatigue and pain in the Rahmah. During his father's follow, Rahmah was never invited deep into the forest like this.

Inspiration, that man was very gentle. Behind his violent soul while leading the rebellion, he was a husband who was very gentle in his attitude and speech with his wife. A marriage that has only been running for two days has not shown a change from Inspiration. He is still a man who is able to make Rahmah fall in love every second.

“We rest for a while.” Ilham said to his colleagues.

“Minum!” Rahmah remains Rahmah, she remains timid when Ilham speaks to her. The thing that makes Inspiration must be head bobbing. Rahma rarely answered her question. He nodded more or shook his head like a mute man with a face that kept his head down. Instead, he will continue to watch the face of Inspiration when Ilham is asleep or is not looking at him.

Rahma was confused when Ilham slapped her thigh. He still looked down because Ilham was looking at him right now.

“Lay down for a while so that your body back strong.” Inspiration pulls the wife's shoulder and lays it on her lap. Now, their eyes meet and of course make Rahmah waver. The brown-skinned sweet girl was seen holding her breath while squeezing both her hands.

Inspiration of a small smile. He did not expect to marry the girl who used to loudly protest at him now became naive and timid but willing. The hand of Inspiration rubbed the hand of the gentle wife. “We have become husband and wife, why are you still shy like this? Though Brother likes to see your face that is protesting like that time.”

Ilham deliberately did not look at Rahmah, he chose to see the hand of the wife who he thought was so flattened. Inspiration again had to shake his head when the tail of his eyes caught the figure of the wife who was looking at his face with a very sweet smile.

“Truly adorable.” Inner Inspiration.

“Do not steal a glance. I'm your husband, if you want to look at me there's no need to be quiet. I would be so happy if you would look at me properly.”

“Eh..” Rahma was shocked when her hand was suddenly kissed by her husband.

“Tell me anything! Tell me all your wishes. I'm your husband, I'll tell you a lot too. About my family, my life before here. We share in both happy and difficult ways. Marriage is not just a matter of lust, but a lot more important than lust. From now on, try to talk and look at me as much as you can. Don't steal another glance and answer my question in a voice instead of a head gesture, got it?” inadvertently Rahmah nodded her head again.

“Eh..”

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