SUDDEN MARRIAGE CONTRACT (Sudden Marriage Contract)
DEVANA POV WANDIRA

My name is Devana Wandira. 22 Years old and 23 years old.

The story of my life that I thought B was, turned out to be quite extraordinary.

I thought it was just a wasted child born in an accident. Then living estranged a kara no one, and not recognized parents.

It doesn't seem that easy.

Not as simple as I've imagined all along.

My life turned out to be very complicated. So complicated.

If I hadn't done a contract marriage agreement with a man named Georgino Gunawan, maybe my life wouldn't have been like this.

Your life story won't be revealed at any time.

But this is the way God showed me.

So I finally got the answers to my questions in the past.

Me, a child that his own parents threw away. And put in a cardboard used noodles with a piece of shabby batik cloth as a stretch.

I was lucky, the owner of the house named Mother Anne took care of me lovingly. One month of my life was tossed around, because the Police who tried to uncover the mystery of who my parents who could just throw me away.

But until I was a teenager and an adult, everything was unsolved as well.

I am grateful, cared for and cared for by a virtuous woman. Mother Anne's name. He even now dedicates his life to caring for orphans whose lives are unclear.

Even he put aside his personal life which is also sloppy in my opinion. Failing to get married because the future husband and his extended family had a traffic accident on the day they would become a couple, making Mother Anne lonely and determined to close her heart forever.

She really is an amazing tough woman.

With all his strength imbued, he decided to open an orphanage foundation after adopting me 22 years ago.

Mother Anne even continued to add her foster children from year to year after lifting me up.

Our lives are simple. Maybe it can be said.

I'm the oldest kid in the foundation. Automatic Mother gives me many responsibilities, one of which is about understanding.

We have to share in everything and whatever it is.

Since SD used to take care of the siblings, making me often ignore myself.

I eat the most recently. Worried that the rice and side dishes are less, I could not bear if there are my sisters who are not part of the ration.

School is like that.

I'd rather last get the leftovers of pocket money. All that matters is enough for my fare on the student bus. Berabenya if the bad luck, inevitably forced to take a bemo transport that the tariff is much more expensive than the city.

Such is.

But I enjoyed it. Because Mother Anne could very well give me an explanation. So there is no sadness let alone bad thoughts how bad my fate is so blissful.

What I often daydream about is, can I meet my parents in the end. That'sthat's all.

It'sit's nothing. In religious studies, the Master often nudges about the marriage guardian of a woman. Me, the woman who doesn't know her father and mother's names. I, one day must have a desire to go home. And hope there's a nice guy who'll take me to build that mahligai someday.

I was just thinking, what if I get married. Who can be my legal and legal guardian in religious law.

Skip that sad story.

I don't want to drag on thinking about it too deeply. I was lucky, nurtured and raised a kind, compassionate woman.

I learned a lot from Anne's attitude and nature during my life.

He never once complained about his situation which I thought was really ironic and sad about his life. But Mother actually develops the positive side in changing lives.

Mother said, life is beautiful if we make it easy. Life is bitter when we always find it difficult.

We must overcome the difficulties of living with a positive mind. God created the world with a clear purpose and purpose, so that we human beings can learn all the contents of His creation. Take a stand and how to behave for a good thing.

All complete. Suppose we try to find. So said Mother.

I enjoy, sometimes upset night also accept the fact that this poor and despicable me must lose to the situation.

I like to be annoyed to see friends who have complete parents, abundant in material, but ogah-ogahan live his life is very delicious. They are lazy school, like to find problems in class, smart-ass and so on.

In the past when Junior High I was even bullied often because I entered a favorite school with achievement tracks.

I was too petty then, so that more often silence harbored all inner pain and received insults for the sake of insults.

But over time, I started to think I had to change.

Over time, as well as an adult. I slowly started to change. More precisely when I entered High School.

I'm looking for a lot of opportunities to make money. In my brain is money and money. Halal of course, not just any money let alone the results of selling themselves.

Whatever I do during that halal work for money for my school needs and also additional snacks for my sisters.

A lot of my work, oddballs. From one event to another. Even in class I often use my rap writing skills on friends who are a lot of money but lazy to take notes.

I even sold my PR once if anyone wanted to cheat even if they only paid for bottled tea.

Lose brains! Tired of thinking, they casually relayed my PR book around class! So before my book explores like the hosts of My Trip My Adventure, I better withdraw the deposit first even if only one thousand and two thousand rupiah only.

I always remember Mother's advice. "We are poor in treasure, but rich in heart. We live hard lives, but that doesn't mean money is above everything else. Self-esteem and dignity of life are paramount. And those are the two guidelines we must guard wherever we are."

Mother doesn't like us stealing. Mother also forbids us to sell tears. If anyone loves us, it is the gift of Almighty God. But that doesn't mean we can beg for alms money.

My soul mate is pretty close.

After High School, I worked odd jobs. From one department store to another. To find experience and also a stepping stone for sure.

I hope to get a better job later.

Until a friend gave me an invitation letter for a high school reunion, but only two years passed.

At the reunion, I met my upperclassman who was very different.

His appearance used to be ordinary. Skinny, tall and unkempt.

I don't know why everything has changed so much. Even he dared to greet me and continued to follow me until the reunion was over.

I was also shocked, when Chandra Putra said his interest in making a sincere friend to me.

I want to be friends, of course I accept. As long as he is kind and keeps things that don't cross the line as a friend, to me that's no excuse for not accepting his friendship invitation.

Day by day, week by week, month by month. Chandra's sister seems to be getting more and more brave showing herself who cares for me.

Every day he cheers on me at work. Every night to be exact. And he was the one who became my impromptu online object at that time.

I didn't feel good at first. Once twice is no problem. But if every day for weeks, I think it's just a little fretful.

I was worried that his girlfriend was angry and accused me of making him a free taxi driver because Chandra never wanted me to pay. Even if you stop by the meatballs, it was me who was treated. It wasn't me who bought it in exchange for the motor's petrol fare.

Apparently, he has a taste in me. Sister Chandra shot me with her sweet yet romantic simplicity.

We're officially dating. Even a month of relationship, Sister Chandra has already said her intention to marry me. Our age at that time was still very young. I'm 20 and he's 22.

But it turns out that his promise is not just a gumbal appeal.

Right on my 20th birthday, Chandra came to propose. But without both parents. He said his parents were sick and living out of town.

His recognition of his work as just an ordinary employee made me firmly accept his proposal.

Great love closes my eyes and my heart to the secret it has been harboring.

I don't care about the dark side I don't know. For me, his great love and responsibility to me is far more important than anything else.

A week after I got married, I was taken to the city where her parents lived.

One by one the irregularities that he had been covering were slowly uncovered. It turns out that Chandra Putra is the son of a rich man. His late grandfather was one of the leading conglomerates in the city of K.

But her love for me is getting real. Chandra really keeps me born and inward.

He's the best husband in the world, I think. Although both of her parents seemed to dislike me when Chandra was away at work or out of town.

But I always kept that secret both to Chandra and to her cousins who also lived with them.

The moon changed months, apparently our lives were increasingly God awarded perfection.

I'm pregnant, Chandra is very happy.

He took care of me like a princess and a Great Mistress. I'm not allowed to hold all the housework. Even just cooking his favorite fried rice. Chandra would not eat my cooking while I was pregnant.

Hhh...

Remembering those times, falling back in my tears.

Brother Chandra! I miss our old days. Always friendly and full of love. Who never cared about the big gap between us. I miss you, Chandra! Our son is now ten months old. Bigger, smarter and adorable.

...💌TO BE CONTINUE'S...