Utari Kencana
Decisions

Ratih looked at himself in the reflection of the big mirror in his room, a decision he had made. The girl is now wearing a wide black skirt and long white long T-shirt that is inserted into her skirt. And pasmina in a beautiful layout to cover his head.

She has been determined to change her appearance, she does not want to be a doll of her parents anymore. Footsteps in the sneakers were relaxed wavering out of his room.

"Astaghfiruloh adzim Ratih thing, you're not gonna change your clothes!" snapped Ratih's mom.

This was the first time in his life that Ratih was snapped by his mother. Ratih was a good boy and had never argued since childhood, but today the obedient girl has changed.

Depressed by the actions of his parents who did not think of his desire to make him rebel, even an ant will bite an elephant if stepped on.

"Ratihhhhhh quickly change your clothes!" his father ordered, the old man had brandished the wooden stick he always held wherever he went.

"Am I a thief, am I a criminal, why are my own parents treating me like shit!" shouts Ratih.

"You don't want to hear me anymore!" ratih's dad's snapping is getting louder.

"Dad, I live in a democracy but I can't even argue in my own father's house!" ratih said the teardrops had been dripping profusely on the young girl's cheeks.

"Train, change your clothes, son!" said Ratih's mother in a soft tone.

"Ir Soekarno once said. If you are a Hindu, do not be an Indian. If you are a Muslim, do not be an Arab. If you are a Christian, do not be a Jew. Stay a archipelago with the customs of this nation!" obviously Ratih.

"I don't want to be paired with that man by way of father, mother!" continued Ratih.

"Taaruf is the best matchmaking process in our religion of Ratih, don't argue with the father with such irreligious slogan!" said Ratih's father still with his mighty voice.

"Does the father ask everyone who is betrothed in a taaruf way one by one?, not all marriages in a taaruf way are happy, and not everyone who gets married after a date is unhappy!" ratih said, this is the longest debate he has ever had with his parents.

"Dad I'm an adult, let me choose my own way of life. I beg!" Ratih.

Without waiting for an answer from his parents Ratih stepped out of his house. With a face full of tears Ratih came out from inside the door of his house. But his heart was so relieved, he was like he had just been released from prison with a life sentence.

He smiled all the way and was not shy anymore to greet his neighbors. All eyes also seemed amazed by the behavior of Ratih that morning. The introverted girl who impressed the colot had now turned friendly and looked normal.

Women are not places of sin, women are not invisible trash. But women are creatures as powerful as men, women are creatures with infinite affection.

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In a luxurious room in one of the top hospitals, a top official of one of the largest party factions in the country was lying with such a state of concern.

The reluctant DPR official, now just lying on the soft bed of the hospital in a state of semi-crazy.

Hartono Sulaiman was daydreaming in silence while lying weakly on his patient's bed, his eyes only staring at the window and in his mind now only decorated the memories of his victims who drove him to this place.

Her old and hardworking mother, an old woman who worked as a rice harvester labor in the rice fields to support her 11 children. Their father had long since died and left the old woman with young children. His old smile, his simple advice, the twinkling of my tired eyes, all those sad memories were spinning in Sulaiman's brain.

His mother was his first victim and his second crush was his first love, the prettiest woman in his village. His love for the girl prompted him to sign a pact with Utari.

If he was rich, who would dare to reject him. The girl had rejected him outright because of Sulaiman's poverty.

Not hate but Sulaeman even more obsessed to get Nadirah, although he had to subvert the woman before he could ask for her.

The third victim was his first infant son at the time. Sulaeman was already planning for his next donation, he would ask Utari to take his life when that day came.

But everyone is talking about Utari who is very similar to his mother and grandmother, and his wealth that the country cannot know. Sulaeman tells the story of Utari to many people he met, including the Devano family who with all his luck got a loan from Utari.

The girl came to the hospital where Sulaeman was treated, with her glamorous style always plenipotentiary. Today Utari wears a striking red floppy hats, and a knee-white dress as well as a Dolce & Gabbana devotion micro bag, high-hlees LV red matching her bag and hat.

The woman managed to steal the attention of every pair of eyes that passed through her. With his solid steps and a strong and classy nature who will not be amazed by the beauty and wealth of Utari. From the tip of his head to his feet as if never touched by cheap goods.

Sulaeman finally turned his head as Utari entered his room, he immediately got up and told the bodyguards in his room to come out.

"Telling my identity to another human being is stupid!" utari.

"I'm sorry Utari, I just feel...!" Sulaiman tried to find an excuse.

"Because I'm happy I'm going to let you go, but I need your help!" utari.

"What help?" the old man asked in shock, how would a person like Utari plead for help to an ordinary human like him.

"Find me a family that wants to take care of an 11-year-old girl!" utari.

"Whose son is that?" asked the old man question markingly.

"Don't ask too many questions, just find a good family who will love the child!" utari.

"All right!" the old man interrupted Utari's request.

"Use your last two years well, who knows who'll pick you up instead of me!" utari.

"You're suspicious Utari!" said the old man who was still sitting on his bed.

"I just want a pension, I've been in this profession for 900 years. It's so exhausting!" utari.

"In addition to the troublemakers like you who don't know thank you, it's really very annoying!" utari continued in a threatening annoyed tone.

"I won't repeat it Utari!" said the old man with his frightened face.