Will You Marry Me?
Dirga Mahesa Rizaski Part 1 Forced Married

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A dream I imagined...

The white riding rode is coming...

Take me to the wedding althar...

But I got na'as...

When a stranger comes to propose...

I just kept quiet, bowed to the situation...

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So graceful was the girl who was in the mirror reflection. Elegant white kebaya dress with simple makeup. Natural beautiful, looks charming.

That's me!

I'm on my wedding day. My name ... Rhesa Dayana Princess.

Friday afternoon, accompanied by the gurgling rain, I walked away from home full of good memories with the family. This white car took me further away from the hands of relatives. Take me out of my hometown.

I wipe the wet netra with a tissue. I saw the mascara begin to fade as the clear fur dripped endlessly from my dark bead.

"Son, you're about to start your new life now. So, don't be sad, yeah!" said Om Mahesa who was sitting in the steering chair.

"We're your new family, honey." Aunt Dessy smiled kindly at me.

Yeah ... They're taking me now. He made me the son-in-law of their family.

***

Getting married at nineteen wasn't what I wanted. This tragic story starts with a conversation between me, my Uncle, and my Aunt.

"What does this mean, Uncle?!" I screamed hysterically as I looked at the mail file for the wedding that my uncle had handed me. "I just got into university. Now I'm suddenly married off? I don't want to get married!" my yelling.

"Rhes, you, can go to college even though you are married" said the uncle. "They're a good family. They're even your late father's and mother's friends."

"Rhesa, come here for a second! Auntie wants to talk!" Auntie took me into the room. "Rhes, you know, right before your mother died, she gave your wali rights to Ms. Dessy."

"Auntie, at that time my mother only asked Aunt Dessy to adopt me, not even marry me to her child!" I shouted at my aunt with a trembling voice.

Even my late father's brother, staring at me. He gently stroked the tip of my head.

"Son, your mother is the one who always thinks things through carefully. If she chooses the Mahesa family as your place, then Auntie is sure that that's what's best for you. You believe in your mother's decision, don't you?"

***

That's why, I'm in Om Mahesa's car right now. With a white kebaya dress and simple bridal makeup.

After a simple marriage contract at my house, they immediately brought me as a ghost. Om Mahesa, Aunt Dessy, and Dirga-my husband, who was in the back seat-by my side.

The Dirga Mahesa Rizaski.

A twenty-five year old. His face was quite handsome, his body was tall. No wonder during the marriage contract, many of my relatives whispered, how lucky I am. An orphan girl taken by a rich man. Can husband young, handsome, tajir twisting. Simple thinking of the village. I don't like.

Along the way, Dirga was silent. Neither did my melikrik. He was busy with the device in his hand. I don't think he wants this wedding either. Same as me.

About two hours drive, at half past ten in the evening, we reached our destination. A big house. Three times bigger than my house. Spacious yard with shrubs and ornamental flowers. White paint appears to light up at night. Sturdy pole stand with European style. The Mahesa family is. I still remember Mom's late story about their success.

I walked in the footsteps of the now legitimate man as my husband. There was still silence between us. Stranger and cold. Not a word was said from his lips.

Uh! My heart is hurting.

"Come in!" Dirga opened the door to our bridal room.

"Hello." Dirga answered the call from his gawai. "Don't do anything! I'll be there soon, don't try to do anything crazy!" his yell.

"What's wrong?" my many.

"There's an urgent matter, I have to go now!" dirga said, with a pale-looking face.

He dropped the car keys on the table and ran him from before me in a hurry.

I threw a glance at the device that rang on the table. It seemed like Dirga had accidentally left him in a hurry. Curious, I also saw who called these nights.

Clara.

That's the name that appears on the screen. Either curious or how, suddenly my hand moved grabbing the phone and pressing the answer button that was on the screen.

"Dirga! If you ignore me, then I will completely kill myself! I wouldn't want you to marry someone else!"

My body was gone for a moment. Hearing the woman's scream from the phone made my legs limp with a tremendous heart roar. So tight. So, this is why Dirga turned pale after receiving the submission?

This is why he left me. Even on the first night of our wedding.

Who's Clara?

The boyfriend?

Did I marry the wrong person?

Through midnight. I was awake and my husband had not returned. It is inevitable that I also worry about remembering the voice of the female threat from the phone. What is really going on? I'm difficult to understand.

In the last greeting of my dawn, Dirga stood in the doorway of the room with my eyes, a tired face, and a worried look.

"Are you okay?" my many.

"He'em," he nodded. "I want a sub first and a little sleep."

I left him and started my activities in the kitchen with Aunt Dessy.

"Your face looks pale, honey," said Aunt Dessy.

"It's okay, sister, aunt."

"Aante?!" his screeches. "Hey, change that call, I'm your mother now!"

I was a little surprised and embarrassed to hear his words. "Alright, Ma-ma!"

"Ohw .. so sweet." Pinched my cheek with anxiety.

Thank goodness! At least I have a good mother-in-law. I know Aunt Dessy too. Considering he was a co-worker and friend of my late mother.

"Where's your husband?" tanya Om Mahesa, while pulling a chair at the dining table.

"After the sub, he went back to sleep, Pa," I replied.

"Ah, that kid!" grumbled my father-in-law.

There's no way I'm saying that my husband went to see another woman on our first night and just got home by morning.

Some menus are on the dining table. I'm used to helping Auntie in the kitchen was comfortable just cooking with mother-in-law. Not as scary as people say.

"Good morning." Dirga went down to the dining room and pulled the chair next to me.

"Dirga, you should come to the office from Monday after tomorrow!" om Mahesa.

"Yes," Dirga replied, in a lazy tone.

"For cafe issues, let Sony take care of it! You don't have to come there anymore! Just focus on the work at the office! You got it, Dirga?"

This is the first time I've eaten with the whole family since my parents died. Tucked a little cool in the corner of the heart when there is in an atmosphere like this.

"After this we will go home" said Aunt Dessy, on the sidelines of her meal. "You guys are fine at home, yeah!"

"When?!" my peek. "W-what does that mean?"

"Darling, we don't live here. It's Dirga's house." Aunt Dessy seemed to be carefully explaining it to me. "We'll come here often. Yeah, right, Pa?"

Om Mahesa also nodded while continuing to eat.

After breakfast, my two in-laws started packing things and putting them in the car.

"Rhesa." Aunt Dessy hugged me. "Never be sad! Remember that we are your family now! Dirga ..he's my very good son. He'll always take care of you, honey."

My tears began to melt and send them away. Suddenly sadness filled my heart. I shuffled to the kitchen and busied myself with the dishes on the dining table.

"Let me help!" said Dirga, who suddenly appeared beside me.

"No need! I can do it myself," I said, a little awkwardly.

"Luck it! All this time, I've been living alone. So I'm used to doing this" he said, throwing a smile at me.

Uh! This is the first time I've seen him smile. She's pretty sweet.

***

I put a cup of coffee on my husband's desk. He seemed busy struggling with his laptop without even noticing my arrival. This time we were just the two of us. It's awkward.

"sorry. There's something I want to ask. W-how should I call you?" my question, doubt.

"Hem?"

"I mean, it's not polite that I should call your name."

Dirga looked at me and slightly smiled at the smile on her lips.

"What do you want to call me?" tanyanya, while staring at me.

"Ehm .. I don't know."

"You can call me anything. It's up to you." He throws a sweet smile at me.

"Mas ... Dirg."

"What?!"

Just sober the man in front of me immediately stared intently at me, with a astonished face.

"You-you don't like it?"

"Ti-no. It's not. Y-yeah! You can call me that."

I don't know how I feel or what. At first glance, I was like seeing Dirga blush with a reddened face. She looked a little embarrassed when I gave her the title 'Mas.

***

"You're crazy?! What are you doing here, Clara?!"

"I'm not leaving here if you don't come with me."

That afternoon, I just returned from the mini market, suddenly my steps were stuck in the yard of the house. I heard the voice of Mas Dirga who was arguing with someone. I hurriedly ran towards the door, until all my groceries became scattered.

I slammed the door hard.

"Rhesa?!" Mas Dirga looked aghast at me, who suddenly appeared in the doorway.

"Oh, so he? The village girl who ruined our relationship?" The woman looked at me fiery.

"Stop talking recklessly and get out of here, Clara!" Dirga pulled his hand.

"No! Hey, listen, village girl! You think this marriage will allow you to have Dirga? Not gonna! Until whenever Dirga is only mine. Remember that's fine!"

"Come, go! I'll drive you!" My husband pulled the woman's arm and carried her away from me.

Crazy lady. Even until Mas Dirga took him away from this house, I could not answer his words. Sucks. I feel like I'm in a sickening situation right now.

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The hour hand moves closer to the numbers twelve and nine. The doorbell sounded with nervousness. I walked up to the door and opened it.

"You haven't slept?"

That night, Mas Dirga came home with a tired face after driving his crazy woman. Holy hooch! I feel like I'm being cheated on blatantly.

"Mas Dirga, there are some things I want to say."

"Say!" he said, lying on the bed. "What's this?" he asked, as I handed him a piece of paper.

"That's our marriage covenant."

"What?!" pekikkifnya. "What does this mean, Rhes? If you're mad at Clara, I can explain."

"I don't want this marriage" I said.

Dirga looked at me, trying to understand what I said.

"To be honest, I feel uncomfortable. If it wasn't for the weird deal our parents made, I wouldn't want to be in this situation either. I don't have any feelings for you."

"So this marriage is making you depressed?" Dirga opened his voice.

I just nodded without even daring to look at him.

"alright. We're doing everything that's written on this paper!"

This time, I was the one who was surprised. It's easy for him to agree. I thought from the beginning she never wanted this wedding.

My husband lifted his blanket, got out of bed, and left me. Retract the doorknob of the closet and take some clothes.

"What are you doing?" my question, wonder. "Where is Dirga going?"

"I'm going to move into the next room. I can't be in a room with you, can I?"

"H-this is your room." I feel guilty.

"So, you want us to sleep in one room?"

"Bu-not that." I was confused.

Dirga stood looking at me. Grabbing the tip of my head. Once again, that sweet smile fell on her lips.

"If you need anything, I'm in the next room, okay!"

He was like a good person who understood my feelings. However, considering the woman, I immediately realized that our marriage was not normal.

I should be happy with a situation like this, right? Letter of agreement and split room.

Surprisingly, I feel that something is not right here.

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