The 18 Year Bride
Wife Obligation

I got ready, after I finished the shower. The girl was sitting in the corner of the room, not knowing what she was going to do. She looked up at me, of course with a smile that she had always shown since the first time she came to me.

“You always smile so, must really no load.” I said while wearing a tie.

He got up and approached me,

“Events! I also have problems and a burden of mind. There are two anyway!”

“But, even though it was only two, for me this remains a big problem.”

Ah, right too. This kid was sold because his parents had debts. He certainly can't tell anyone. Not to mention I think now the problem has grown to three, being married to a man more deserving of being his uncle, and that man was his own teacher at school. Shit, my head became even more dizzy, because apparently this matter was not only his, but mine as well.

“One of them..” he was silent for a while, hanging his words while opening the knot that tied his hair. “My hair is a little thin, so I had trouble choosing a suitable hairstyle.” Said continue.

“Hah?”

“Any, right sir? I like it in braids. But because my hair is too thin so my head even looks big. I've tried to use natural oils made by mother, but still this way, so it can only bind some.” He spoke long, while covering his face.

“So that... one of your problems?”

“Ah! I showed it to Damian.”

Very plain, indeed the soul of a new teenager. The small matter of appearance became a burden to him. I was unable to hold back the waves, until after 1 year of being alone here I could again hear laughter that I did not remember what it was like.

“Hah.. ha. ha.”

he looked at me, making me realize.

“M.a-sorry.”

“It turns out that if you laugh, Mr. Damian's face like that, yes.” He said while bringing his face closer, his snort I could hear clearly, “If you see my father smiling so, I started to like this hair a little.”

Stupid, why am I so drifting in the atmosphere it creates. Now suddenly I'm sick of it, hate it so much because he's trying to get me.

“Go! Leave me alone.”

He became stiff, but he did not obey my orders telling him to come out. “The tie is slanted, sir! Let me help you clean up, will you?” ideally, with a soft tone. He grabbed the tie that hung on the collar of the shirt I was wearing. I who could not control myself, immediately shook off the touch of his hand, and I pushed him to fall. My chest is hot as if it were boiling.

Her face was as reddish-white as a ripe peach, so close to my face, that my heart immediately churned uncomfortably. The look in my eyes cooled down, from below she endured the pain because I threw her down quite strongly. While his eyes glanced at my eyes, like he was signaling that he understood and accepted my treatment of him.

Honey, my heart was not touched at all with her look of pity. This morning was long and gray, while emotions and anger continued to wander my head. I bent down, and then I pulled her hand hard, she moaned but did not resist. Then after arriving at the door of the room, I pushed his body again from my side, until he fell back. But this time he did not fall, he could still hold his body.

He stays in place, stays there. Enduring all my might waiting for me to explain and apologize to him. I heard the clock, and I realized I was almost late for school. I hurried to get the bag, then once again I looked at him who was still standing in front of my room.

“It's too late, put on your uniform and go to school. I'm leaving now.”

Again he tried to touch my body, he pulled a little shirt that I had neatly put on,

“Alleta? I'm late!”

“Can I kiss your hand? Before leaving.”

“For what?”

“Obligation wife.”

“Don't overdo it, you better get ready to change uniforms and go to school. It's too late. You are still a child, do not need to be too deep into the role of a wife. Nauseate.”

With a stiff smile, he lowered his hand slowly. Maybe he was destroyed in that instant. But I don't care, because I don't want her, she's not a wife to me. But I was glad to accept his presence in this house, because if I refused him then my father would surely make his parents miserable who had debts, it was enough for him.

She kept looking at me while waving softly, as I left her. Maybe he also survived so hard, because thinking about the fate of his parents. Not because I really think of me as her husband. Unfortunately, a girl must be forced to die before the flowers bloom.

On the way I continued to look at the left side, there was indeed no other scenery, other than asphalt and trees. But this is much more soothing than the files piled up on the table, then the highway that is muddled by the cars of passers-by, a view I used to enjoy from the top of my father's office building window. It's just a memory, a memory I deserve to forget.

I always daydreamed when looking at the atmosphere of the hill, so I did not realize the car had stopped in front of the school gate. I went downstairs while putting up a flat face mimic. There were some students saying hello, but I didn't mind. Too bad to have to put on a smile and a friendly face, I'm not that open person to others.

“I heard there are students who resigned, yes?”

“True, she's a student of my class. Hmm. it's a pity that he's in the last year, soon he'll graduate. I've persuaded him but he says really have to stop, there's a problem in his family.”

I frowned when I heard the conversation of the teachers in the office. I, who used to sit quietly in my chair waiting for the teaching hours to arrive, felt called to enter into their conversation.

“Sorry, I had accidentally heard the chat of Mr. Donny and Ms. Aria, if you may know the student who stopped the school, who?” I said slightly leaning forward, to look a little serious in the chat.

“Ah, Mr. Damian. That student who came out was called Elijah. He's my class student.”

I took a deep breath, then retreated backwards leaning my body against the back of the chair.

“He said there was a problem in his family, and had to stop right then, I really regret his decision, but want to how else. We can't do anything.”

I tapped my fingers on the table, I did not respond to Aria's words anymore. I understood Elijah's problems, but it was also a pity that he had to stop studying because of debt and was forced to become a wife for me, his own teacher.

“So that's why he wasn't ready to go to school this morning!” I said in my heart.

I looked away at the school corridor which was clearly visible from the transparent door of the teacher room. Until the voice of Aria maam who called my name, broke my solemn daydream.

“Pak! Sir! Mr Damian?” said Aria ma'am while shaking my hand.

It sucks, lucky that the change of lessons bell rang, and then I immediately pulled my hand that was touched by it. “Sorry, I have to go to class now.” I said.