The Effects of Early Marriage
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A new school year, with new thoughts and moods for students. But not for the other three beautiful girls. They are getting anxious and scared. Afraid that at any time there was news on the news about the discovery of the figure of a student girl who was lying lifeless, or other bad news.

Arby, Marcell, Vian and Ikmal were right standing opposite Nania, Nuna and Aruna in front of the campus gate. Just asking for Freya's whereabouts, of course it was just a small talk.

"Nania, Nuna, Aruna .. i miss you!" yells at a girl.

"Freya?"

The seven men rounded their eyes. The girl who for two weeks disappeared and made people worry, suddenly appeared before them in a cheerful, beautiful state and wearing a school uniform.

"Taraaa .. This is a gift for you."

Freya gave a paper bag to Nania, Nuna and Aruna that read Jogjakarta.

"You're from Jogja?" Arby asked immediately.

Freya looked at the guy with the most judges face. He did not reply, his eyes radiating hatred.

The four girls passed by the four men who were still standing transfixed. Was their anxiety for these two weeks in vain?

Freya nudged Arby's shoulder as the girl passed by. The gentle scent greeted Arby's sense of smell.

"So you've been to Jogja all this time?"

The four of them sat in the park, looking at the activities of the new students from a distance. Freya nodded.

"Not told you?"

"Your parents are nyariin."

"We're worried too."

His three friends kept talking. His parents are looking for him? At most just because he wanted to marry her, also because of shame to Arby's parents.

"What are you doing in Jogja?"

"Nyari bule handsome. I also know the students there. Crazy, they're really handsome, you know."

"What is this?"

Nuna opens the paper bag given by Freya, followed by Nania and Aruna.

Wingko, keychains, batik shirts, and various typical items of the city.

"We're not loved, are we?"

Ikmal the little slender-eyed guy shamelessly asked Freya. Freya glared sharply at them. Usually he is the most bodo with people, but since knowing that he was betrothed and forced to marry Arby early, his attitude began to change.

"I want to talk to you, Frey!"

Arby thinks he should pass something to Freya. Freya's attitude that pretended not to hear it made Arby upset.

So much needed, girl.

Finally Freya stood up from her seat, as she also thought that this matter had been resolved quickly.

You handsome guy, he thinks he's everything?

"Like it, I stick with my stance of not getting married to you. As I said before, I was young, willing to go through my teenage years as much as possible, the same way of friends without having to be banned and permission from the husband. Same boyfriend I like and so on ...."

Freya kept pulling out everything.

Arby calmly listened to Freya.

"I just want to make my parents happy. Do you think I don't like someone? I also like someone, and I really want to be with him" Arby said after hearing the girl's chatter before him.

"Yes, if you refuse that matchmaking. So you can be like him."

"I told you I wanted to make both my parents happy."

"Yes make parents happy not so much, kali. There are many other ways."

"But that's what they want from me."

"I really care. It's your business, same as your parents."

"Don't be selfish!"

"I'm not selfish. It's all for my parents."

"Don't expect me to marry a spoiled child like you, who only relies on the wealth of parents and looks of capital."

"What did you say?"

"You useless guy!"

Arby clenched his hand. If only this was not a woman in front of him, he would have punched that face.

"What do you know about me?"

"What do I know about you. It doesn't matter, deh."

Talking to this girl takes extra patience.

From afar, the other six teenagers noticed them.

"So seriously it looks, what are they talking about, anyway?"

The conversation between Arby and Freya is cut short with the arrival of a new student who asks for Arby and Freya's signature. The female disciple looked in admiration at Arby with a smile as sweet as she might show for her senior, making Freya snort. Not because the girl was jealous, just that she was caught off guard by the people who adored you.

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Freya could not believe seeing in front of him now there were four people blocking his steps. The four men were his papa's men. One of the men opened the car door, asking him to come in. Of course he refused.

She is not treated like a young lady who is ready to be picked up by the driver and escorted by a bodyguard, but Freya knows this is all done so that she does not run away again.

He's getting pissed at Arby, surely that guy is complaining to his family that he's back at school. Freya did not return to her home, but she went back to her small contract.

"What problem do you have, huh?" ask Nania.

"Yes, it's not usually like this." Nuna is also curious about Freya's problem.

"You don't want to tell us?" Aruna chimed in.

"Let me tell you, who is concerned now how to get rid of them so we can take a walk."

"Just leave it to me, wait another ten minutes."

Nuna headed straight for the school shed, minutes later she headed for the bodyguards' cars and threw something without anyone seeing her. After that he returned to Freya, Nania, Nuna and Aruna.

"Beres, let's go."

"Miss, we were ordered by the big master to bring the lady home" said one of the bodyguards with a thin bewok.

"It's the same I friends want to go home, just follow you from behind."

"But miss ...."

"Don't be complicated, deh. Just follow from behind!"

Freya enters Aruna's car, followed by Nania and Nuna. While the four teenage boys who saw them, quietly followed him and watched the bodyguard car that suddenly stopped.

"What did you do with their car?" ask Freya.

"I put a lot of tacks near their tires" replied Nuna casually.

They glanced at each other, then laughed in satisfaction.

"So where are we?" ask Aruna who is certainly a driver for his three friends.

"There's a new cafe, just go there, yuk!"

"Ready, boss!"

Twenty minutes later Freya and her friends arrive at a cafe suitable for young people like them.

They chose to sit in a corner, close to the fish pond. Arby and his friends who also arrived at the cafe, quietly sat not far from them. Marcell would of course want to listen to their conversation.