Chapter 1

"That's monang!" shouted one of an organization of villagers.

"Getting him!" continued another.

An organization of villagers ran towards the bus terminal to surround a man who five minutes ago just got off one of the buses there.

The villagers look very angry however Monang's actions cannot be excused, even though Monang is the crazy rich man in the village.

"Hey, Monang. Where are you going else?!" asked the man with a dragon tattoo on his arm.

"What you mean?" asked the white man in wonder.

"Monang, you must marry Uli. Don't be a coward!" shouted another.

"I'm not, Monang," boasted a white man with Korean Oppa-style hair.

"Shit! A lot of you! Now let's drag him back to his wedding."

A group of villagers pulled the arms and legs of the man who thought he was Monang.

They forcibly dragged the man into a field decorated with blue tents and flower boards.

It is written on the flower that today is the wedding of 'Hamonangan Pemberani &Uliana Azahra' the villagers have also been present to fill the field that only stretches the plastic mat.

"Let me go! I'm not Monang! I am Arya! I don't know all of you!" shouted Arya rebelling.

One of the big men with a long sword came to Arya.

The man's eyes are sharp like a dagger ready to tear apart his prey.

"Do you still not want to be responsible for Uli?" the man asked coldly.

"So–sorry. But I'm not Monang..." answered the man who thought Monang.

"I don't care about your reason. All the villagers know who you are."

"Before this sword splits your head in half. You'd better continue your marriage to my beloved sister."

It turns out that the man with a big body wearing a black suit with a sword in his hand is the bride's brother who left the husband-to-be when the event will start.

The woman's brother stuck his sword on an animal's head that would be used as a feast meal today.

The man's eyes continued to stare at Arya sharply, but his hands would have raised a sword to split the animal's head.

And ... Bukk!

Once the jolt of the animal's head is instantly divided in two.

"Do you intend to see this sword sticking your head in the head of a fucker?" asked the bride's brother.

"We–well, I'll do what you want," Arya replied relenting.

Although the handsome man in a white, black T-shirt and jogger pants was innocent.

Realizing this place is not his domain makes him choose to duck.

"If you dare to run away then you will run out in my hands!" said the man in an oppressive tone.

"I'm not going to run away."

"Don't let my sister down!" A warning came out loud from his lips.

The event after the event went smoothly. The wedding was over at eight o'clock at night.

The newlyweds who were forced to marry went into the room that had been prepared.

Because of brother-in-law's threat that like the hitman Arya did not dare to do anything. Moreover, staring at the woman who a few hours ago became his wife.

"Take a shower, Bang," said Uli giving a new towel to her husband.

Without seeing or answering Arya immediately take the towel out of his wife's hand, and going straight to the bathroom.

"It's over, Bang?" asked Uli softly.

"Yeah, already," replied Arya nervously.

Deg!

"Who–who are you? why are you marrying me?" asked a confused Uli as he stood sculpting staring at a man he didn't know.

From weddings to royal parties that take hours, Uli never looked closely at the face of the man who was going to marry her.

"I should have asked. Not you! You've set me up," said Arya.

"So–sorry but I don't understand what you mean..." said Uli.

"In this morning when I just arrived at the bus station that you usually call the motorcycling counter. I was suddenly mobbed by a group of villagers. They said that I was Monang and they also told me to take responsibility for you. Even your big brother threatened to split my head if I ran away from this marriage," Arya explained at length.

"I don't know," said Uli.

"Even that bunch of people didn't accept my explanation."

"You know that I'm not Monang. I came here for a vacation not to marry a woman I don't know at all," Arya continued.

Uli just kept quiet listening to the words that were made by Arya's aunt.

"Why are you silent? are you family deliberately trapping visitors who come to this village?" asked Arya sarcastically.

"Keep your word city people!" squealed Uli unreceptively.

"Then? Could you please explain why all this happened?

Shut up, no response from Uli.

"If you can't explain it's best to tell your family that I'm not Monang!" continued Arya.

"A–a–I do not want to be a widow."

"What!" squeals Arya. He was shocked.

"Ja-don't scream," she says of the stammering woman

"I don't want to be a widow! just one day of marriage and then have to be divorced just because of the wrong husband... I'm ashamed..." Uli's face has been exuding pity.

"Then ... What about me? I don't know anything to get stuck with you."

"How about you take me into town?" Uli suggested.

"Can't! I don't want my family and all my friends to know that you are my wife now." Arya refused unequivocally without thinking first.

"Just tell me if I'm your cousin," Uli said trying to bid.

Arya took a rough breath. This woman is stubborn as it turns out.

"I can't take you into town. Now you should just tell your family that I am not Monang but Arya Wiraguna." Arya said unequivocally, from the beginning this was wrong. The villagers have already undermined human rights if this is the case.

"How can you be in this village?" asked Uli. She's trying to divert the conversation.

"I'm a Traveler. My hobby is traveling to the world," Arya replied quickly.

"Then ... let me show you a nice attraction in my place...."

"Uh! Don't expect you to be able to bribe me, yes."

"I'm not giving a bribe. I'm just making an offer to be your tour guide." The woman was thinking of the best way not to be a widow.

"I'm not interested in this place anymore," said Arya annoyed.

Uhh!

There was a breath of Uli I don't know what exactly the village girl was thinking.

The sad look did not appear on his face, even though he was married to the wrong person, but the regret did not appear on his face.

"Why?!" Arya asked with great regret.

"Hey handsome Sir, I was thinking that you are the one. God sent to me. So that I would not marry with Monang."

"I don't understand what you've been saying that you've traveled somewhere." Arya's words stopped the man trying to take a deep breath so as not to be ignited by emotions.

"I asked for an explanation, but you asked to be taken to the city. Now you're talking weird stuff again," Arya continued. The tone of the speech has sounded normal.