Why Should I Pariban?!
Matchmade

"What's? Be married? that's right, Mom, don't joke, not funny!" as Rizda Endean Batu Bara, a beautiful girl who is often called Dean by people who know him.

It all started because his father's phone asked him to go home, could not be evaded, and without burden finally Dean went home.

Dean almost fainted when he heard his mother's words. He was asked to rush home from the village, on the grounds that an important guest had come and he had to go home that very second. If his mother asked, he could definitely refuse, but if it was his father, Dean raised his hand, the girl would have immediately complied.

For the Batak tribe, being the first child as well as 'boru grill' (first daughter) has a mental burden of its own for Dean. He is claimed to be a reflection for his younger siblings, as well as a hope for his parents.

In general, being the first child, especially because if a daughter, would be very close to her father, spoiled in the form of assertiveness of a father, because the child is what makes parents 'up' he was given a nickname for both parents.

When Hotman and Tiur get married, they are called Mak and Pak Harapan which means they are expecting a child, then Dean is born, until they also have a call (call) called Mak Dean and Mr. Dean.

"You're the one who said sir, don't want your daughter (princess) to come home!" The sound of his mother's voice complaining to his father, until Dean who is a stubborn girl a little shriveled his heart.

"Where are you, Boru? go home first. Somebody wants you to talk to me" Mr. Hotman said through his mother's phone.

"Yes, Sir. I'm home" replied Dean helplessly. Then here's Dean, in the presence of many people who were staring at him intensely.

"Is that your girl, Nang?" (a call of affection for batak girls) asked a woman who was almost the same age as her mother, hugging Dean tightly. He did not know the woman at all.

"Eh, yes Auntie," he answered smiling stiffly.

"Kok you call aunty, that's your name, flea!" refute the host (aunts from his father's sister).

Everyone in the room laughed. In their family, his one host was indeed a famous bar-bar however, his heart was very kind. His wife was the most youthful to compact with Dean.

"De, this is your name, brother. She is your father's only sister, who has lived in America all this time" Mak Tiur explained to his daughter.

"Oh, it turns out that the arrival of families from abroad, deserves almost all the family father come to their home this afternoon," said Dean.

Still confused about what happened, suddenly the woman called namboru had put a pinch of rice on Dean's head, and said the pantun in Batak language which means that he expects Dean who has been appointed as his son-in-law candidate, immediately match with his son.

Horas... horas. said the namboru while sowing rice blessing upwards which is considered to be a symbol of blessing and happiness.

Everyone looked elated, only his father's face seemed silent, expressionless.

"Sir, why is this sown on my head with rice?" dean asked cluelessly, taking a few grains out of his hair.

"That means you've been ditodo (designated) so parumaen (in-law) your name, and will marry his son." The host explained.

"What's? Married married?" peek Dean surprised. "Mom, where does this mean? How is nanguda's word married?" dean asked his forehead. Panic appeared on his face, as his parents did not argue, which meant that it was serious.

"Yes, De. Your name has proposed to you for his son, your paribuan, and mamak same father has agreed," replied Mak Tiur slowly.

"I don't want to, Mom. What are you, how can you also match me with people I do not know. Anyway it's still my college, sir, Mak. Anyway I don't want to be set up. Sorry your name, I refused this matchmaking," cried Dean immediately got up from his seat and went into the room. His fate was really unlucky, even though he had just made up with a man he had long assessed on campus.

"Well, how is it Eda (sister-in-law), Ito (Abang), the Dean does not want to be betrothed to my son," said Uli felt sad. He liked Dean at the first meeting.

"So patient, yeah. Later I love the same understanding of Dean," Mak Tiur replied glancing at her husband. Actually this marriage is a bit hard to agree, she hopes her daughter can choose her own future husband, and not arranged this way, especially with her own paris.

But Uli, who had always wanted to match her son with one of his brothers' daughters, had already pleaded with her husband.

Mr. Hotman actually has two other younger brothers, they also have girls, but all their daughters refuse this matchmaking. Uli cried sobbing in front of Hotman, which made the man not have the heart. Since the first Uli was closest to Mr. Hotman, so more often complain to his eldest brother.

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"Your daughter has come home, you don't want to open the door of your room, repeatedly he knocks on the door of your room" said Mak Tiur who was sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking Dean's hair lying face down.

The girl was still silent, not wanting to open her mouth. He was still upset with his parents who just accepted people's applications.

"Sit down De, we talk," Mak Tiur continued seeing no reaction from the girl.

Still the same, the girl was still silent, unmoved, even pretending to sleep.

"Mom knows you haven't slept, we have to talk" Mak Tiur repeated. Not yet able to continue her speech, her husband entered Dean's room sitting on the desk chair studying the line and facing his daughter

"Sit on, you want to talk" the baritone voice immediately commanded Dean to sit down. He was so disinclined to his father. Although his father was a strict man, but behind his firmness he loved him so much, spoiled his daughter in his own way and always said softly to him, that Dean could not ignore from his father.

"Listen to you, Nang," said Mr. Hotman, starting an impromptu meeting that night. "Your daughter-in-law, the Uli was his only sibling and he wanted his son-in-law to be from the Coal family, because he was also a coal drill, which is why you could not refuse his request. In our custom Batak people if your name has pointed you to be his son-in-law, then can no longer refuse" explained the father.

"But it should've been the same father mama talking to me first do not play accept, do not appreciate it's name," objected Dean still still do not accept.

"You're right, there's your right to vote but that's the custom of Batak. Your name has put rice on your head, so you can no longer refuse" said Mr. Hotma explained.

"Why should I, sir? There are still many children of the father (brother father) right? There is Sarma, there is still Lela, there is also the sister of Rome, why should I? I don't want to accept this match!"

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Hi, see you again my new novel, stop by and feel at home. This time I lift from the story of my friend who happens to be Batak tribe. It might be a little confusing, but believe me the story is interesting 😉😉

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