Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
Early Marriage

"So fitting follow Mr, Mas rather surprised when papasan same Junior High school children who went to school had brought their own motorbike. No guy no girl his way on speeding. Just lost a spit, Yang." Afriz broke the silence that has been so saturating in this car since Zaya's last statement.

Zaya turned her head, a little surprised as Afriz discussed. "It's been a long time, Mom. Ever since I was Junior High, I've often seen my level brothers bring their own motor."

"You also have your own motorbike, still in school?"

Zaya shakes. "I can't even drive a motorcycle, Mas. Hehe."

Afriz looked over for a moment. "Oh. The motorbike at home is never used," he said with a smile. "Certainly, the parents of the boys how, so know his son often bring his own motorbike to school?"

"Yes they are proud. I don't understand their mindset, Mom. They said it was their son, who was driven their vehicle, bought it with their own money, nothing to do with anyone else. It's just, isn't it how, huh?" Zaya doesn't know what else to say.

Afriz shook his head, inexhaustible. Even so, there was an amused smile that adorned his lips. "Ayeah, who thought that? No worries if there is anything with his underage son. If their child had been in an accident, the sick would have been their child. But if it's in a public place, the business is not only with yourself, but also others, right, Yang?"

Zaya nodded. "Yes, anyway. But I don't want anything. That's normal, too." Then his head turned back, checking for Faiz who was still sleeping soundly.

"The Bulb is still sleeping?" afriz asked as he glanced at Zaya who was repairing the pillow fort beside Faiz.

Hearing Faiz's new nickname from her husband, Zaya giggles. "Yes, that's a lot."

"Eh, Yang," call Afriz.

Zaya still has to get used to the call of Afriz's affection which is often arbitrary. "Why, Mas?" She was waiting for what her husband would say.

"I saw there were a lot of young mothers in the hamlet. Pasanya to the Father, the Father only replied that many of them were married at school age. That's it, isn't it, Yang?"

Although he had to endure the bad taste, Zaya still assented. "Emang there are still many cases of early marriage, Mas. If not wrong, two what three weeks before we marry, someone married when he was not even 16 years old."

Despite facing forward, Afriz could not hide such a stern expression of surprise. "Sixteen years?" tanyanya did not expect. "New first-second class High School, dong?"

"He-it."

But Afriz was not satisfied with his wife's answer. "So, she's willing to drop out of school for marriage?"

"He didn't go to High School, Mas. As late as Junior High, he immediately worked in the city. Work hasn't even been a year, keep getting married."

"His husband?"

"His husband was her boyfriend during Junior High. They did not go to school because they worked at the same place. Not wanting to be separated, they finally got married. Before the girl or the guy gets taken away by someone else."

Afriz sighed tiredly. Either he must grieve or laugh when he discovers this irony. He married Zaya, who was twenty to twenty-one years old, often feeling that Zaya was too young. It turns out there is a much younger than his married wife.

"It's a wedding, it usually lasts a long time, doesn't it?" ask Afriz who is still very curious.

"Yes depends on each. Some did not survive, because maybe they thought the marriage was like a courtship, it turns out much different from the shadow. Moreover, his parents are too involved and do not want to lose. So, if it does not fit well, the ends of the divorce. There were some women who were widowed at the age of six. Sometimes there are those in their teens who have become widows two or three times that, even."

Hearing the story from his wife, Afriz's face immediately turned deathly pale.

As soon as Afriz looked in shock, Zaya smiled amusedly. "Not be surprised. In my village, marriage at the age of a dozen is commonplace, again. My niece, who is only 17 years old, has a two-year-old son. So, gini-gini I already have a grandchild."

"So, I have a sister with a grandmother. Well, the father's brother is different this grandmother will have a child who is the same age as my brother, because his marriage is too young. And then, she had a child. Be my niece. My niece has a child. Yeah, well, my niece's son called me grandma."

"Ooh." Afriz nodded, still not expecting such a story. "Are your nieces and nephews really not in school?"

"They are like most young people in the hamlet, school until graduation Junior High School. Sometimes not even graduate. Keep working, after that most of the time immediately married."

"So, is that natural?"

"In my hamlet it's natural, Mas. In fact, there was once a third-grader who dropped out of school because of a guy's boyfriend, and he still did not want to go to school anymore. It's a pity, even though the exam is only a few months away."

"Because of marriage?"

"No. His marriage was two years later, but he dropped out of school."

"Eh, why is that, anyway? What was his consideration, to the point that he was willing not to take the exam just because of his girlfriend?"

"Yes I don't know. I went home and he married a few months."

Afriz still does not think, why can it be so. If they drop out of school because of cost, it seems impossible. Because he has seen for himself the life of most of the people of your Hamlet, even if at a glance. From the looks of it, their lives could not be said to be poor. You could say far from the word destitute. "But actually their parents are capable, right, Yang?"

"Obviously capable, I. When it comes to money, they are much more capable than you."

Afriz slowed down the pace of his vehicle, when a bus in front of him stopped at a red light, before finally stopping. "So you also said, there are still many who think that school is not something important. Moreover, women, high school at the very end just take care of the kitchen, mattress, and well," he added to the story of Zaya.

Zaya's gaze glared, trying to smile, but trying not to laugh at the circumstances of the environment that had raised her. "I don't understand, Mas. Sometimes, parents and children are compact. His parents feel very affectionate if they want to nyekolahin his son, because it is a waste of money. While his son was comfortable with the parenting pattern so far. He asks for anything to be loved, on condition that you bring your partner home." He smiled again. This time he was more careful not to laugh at what he was talking about. "Where, huh? It was before, anyway."

Trying to understand, Afriz nodded in agreement. He felt that he did not need to argue.

"Eh, I'm sorry, Mas, we're talking to people."

Afriz chuckled, understood. Because he himself started it, because of his curiosity. Then he looked up, looking at Zaya. "I'm sure it continues, yes, Yang," he said, which immediately made his interlocutor turn to him.

"What do you think continues?" zaya asked, not understanding what her husband meant.

"Open up about yourself. Let's not like two strangers who have to live in one house."

Tin! Tin!

The sound of the vehicle horn in the back, disperse everything. Afriz immediately launched his vehicle again before the sound grew more violent. "We're going to Nida's place first, yeah, get papa."

Zaya's eyes sparkled. A smile also appeared on his lips. "Yes, Mum."

Afriz shook his head to find Zaya's enthusiasm every time he would meet his younger brother. So did Nida, who was like meeting an old friend if she met her sister-in-law. Maybe because of their age which is only a few years away, both are easy to connect.

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