Chapter 2 MARRIAGE (only a sillhouette on data memory)

Married... is just a word, but it has many different meanings for everyone. One simple word, but located deep in the data box in the brain's memory. So far away, he was undetected or maybe it could be said to be just a word silhouette in the data memory in my brain.

I'm the type of woman who doesn't want to waste time living tied to just one man. The age is still very young, it's not the time to let go of freedom and exchange it for living with one man in a sacred bond called "marriage" is very impossible...!

There are still many places to visit, still want to enjoy the beauty and uniqueness of the culture that is scattered on this earth. My current age is very appropriate to start the stories of life, so that later I can carve them in a book entitled "Scratches of the Azmia Pen" which will be a silent witness and living memory. The adventure has just begun, there is no way to waste youth just like that.

I have to enjoy it...

Mia, is the affectionate nickname of Mom and Dad. A final semester student at a campus who does not need to be named, this campus is only famous among officials and successful people. Yes, this campus is only for selected people, thousands of people who register only a few hundred people who managed to get student status like me.

Sweet black skin, stature not too tall nor short with a pretty fantastic body. Round eyes, thick eyebrows, with long eyelashes, beautiful and attractive. Shoulder-length hair, thick black, slightly curly, is a crown that becomes the center of attention of men, especially when it is flowing and waving in the wind.

Almost perfect physically, of course included in the list of women's dream of Adam. A smile and poisonous words that flow from the lips will easily seduce the men who love love. Footsteps full of confidence, or perhaps rather a haughty woman, made many men curious to conquer the arrogance within me.

"Ttsssttt... look at those college students who go in the morning, come home late at night, what course do they study...?" whispered the housewives every morning gathered at the vegetable seller. In addition to exercising their hands in choosing vegetables, they also never forget to exercise their mouth by giving prayer, which is a routine agenda in their daily schedule.

This is one of the reasons I keep the word "Married" in the back of the box in the data vault in my brain. Don't want to be like them, just don't want to imagine it, let alone have to live it.

It's up to people what they want to say, what name labels they put on, as long as they don't speak directly in front of their faces, never care and worry about the whispers of the people around them. As long as what I do feels comfortable and happy, whatever people want to say about me!!!

However, different thoughts with Mother. Apparently after a long time he was disturbed by the whispers of rumpi that came out of the mouths of the village women. I don't mean to insult you, it's true that we live in a village in the middle of the city.

A village that has been run over by urban development, so don't be surprised if the appearance of the people here is really cool, but basically they are still villagers. His behavior cannot be fooled, according to where we live, even though he is dressed in cool makeup.

Sometimes smiling at their behavior, sometimes wanting to throw a punch at them. "You villager!" I cursed in my heart, if annoyed with their behavior.

The behavior and life of the people in the village, became one of the factors that made me curious. Want to see, hear, feel how the behavior of people in other areas scattered throughout the Indonesian archipelago. Maybe I should have majored in psychology, instead of getting lost in the business management major, like now.

Freedom, I love freedom. You will never get tired of watching from one place to another, like a bird that flies freely anywhere, flapping its wings in the direction of the wind. Curiosity that wants to be realized into reality, researching the behavior of people in various places as well as visiting new places is an interesting thing that I really want to do.

Precisely!!!

That is my wish...

My wish...

My dream...

However, when you just set foot on an adventure, enjoy this world. Suddenly everything had to end in a story at the age of 22 years, to be precise the adventure journal was actually closed in October 2000.

The end of September 1999, after a week's stay at the house of Miytha – a high school friend – calmed and cleared my mind. That afternoon, when I came home, Mother was lying on her bed. Weak, pale, lifeless. Blood continued to flow from his body. God wants me to see it all. 

The incident can never be lost, becoming a portrait that continues to be etched in memory.

Losing my father has left a wound in my heart, it's not fully healed yet. Not...!!! I don't want to be hurt again, I can't lose Mother...!!! Sitting cross-legged, begging for mercy from the Almighty.

"Don't take Mother. I need Mother…!”

A small waterfall is created in my oval face painting. Weeping for Mother lying on the bed. His body was cold, no diction was spoken from his lips.

“Mother... Mia will do whatever you want. Mia wants you to wake up," I said quietly in silence. These lips slowly strung a sentence of resignation.

Married... yes, Mother wants me to get married as soon as possible. Mother's uterine cancer is not a light disease, but she is trying to survive because she wants to see her only daughter get married. It turns out that the parasite has been living in Mother's body for a dozen years so peacefully. After Father died, only then did the parasite reveal its identity, eating away at Mother's health.

For Mother's sake, I must keep the promise I have made. As a silencer for Mother's anger, who was disappointed with my attitude, to redeem Mother's tears because of my actions, and a cure for her illness

Of the many men who were brought to meet Mother, only one she wanted to meet. Bram, the man who just came to fill the days, was the first man Mother wanted to meet after her anger, after the last trial, and making promises to Mother.

Bramantyo Affandi Narwan was chosen by Mother to be my priest.

"I'm sure Bram can make you happy, Mia. Mother's instincts as a mother can't be wrong, Bram's eyes and body language say that. He sincerely loves you, Mia.”

Love was not there yet, but when Bram said the sacred promise in front of hundreds of eyes, the angels also witnessed the historic day that changed my life. Automatically the machine in the body works quickly to engrave Bram's name with gold ink firmly engraved on the heart. Cannot be erased, cannot be destroyed.

Bram's name was engraved so strong, even though he tried to erase it many times, he tried to erase the name from his heart. However, his name is getting stronger and more attached to the birth of our children.

Mother's prayer and Bram's love that forced me to live the stories of life in a marriage.