LOGINNaya is a teenager with a broken home family background. Even though Naya is smart, beautiful, her parent almost always mess up her, never even listened to it. Her mother always insisted on her will. Her father didn't really care about hers. Naya's parent come from poor families. They work hard to pay off debts to moneylenders. However, still not enough. Naya's father is desperate. In fact, he left Naya and her mother in that condition. Due to a lot of debt, Naya was forced to marry by her mother with a rich child. Julio, his name. Rich and handsome young man. Everyone's dream. However, Naya didn't like him. She who is still a teenager wants to fight. But she can't. In fact, Naya still wants to continue schooling. However, her mother forced to drop out of school. Then, immediately married with Julio. Not only that, Naya also has a boyfriend named Genta. A simple country youth. Her Naya's mother never agreed that Naya was dating Genta. He was just a poor farmer, for her mother. Marriage ensued. Naya is forced to undergo a marriage that she doesn't want. In her heart, she hopes that Genta will be present to prevent her. However, there is no Genta. Naya also continues to undergo the forced marriage. What will happen next? Can Genta fight for Naya's dream of continuing school? And in essence, will the love story unite?
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“Sukma, what do you do? Can you be contacted?” Genta's mother asked Sukma.“Mother, why are you so worried about Genta. Have you arrived? Why didn't he tell you?” Anxious clung to her.“Mother is calm, yes. Maybe your cellphone is dead. So it's hard to contact.“What if he really hasn't arrived?”“Has he eaten?”“Why didn't you speak until the afternoon?”“It should have arrived this afternoon. Why did you arrive this afternoon, haven't you reported, Mother?”“Shhh, I'm calm, I'm sure. You must be fine. I should just rest first, okay. Let Sukma call you again in the afternoon.”“My daughter, please keep on informing your brother. He doesn't have anyone there. I'm worried he's wrong.”“Yes, Mom ... I'm calm, yes.”“Oh Allah, where have you been? Why don't you report too?” Sukma was worried too.
My eyes are not glassy. But my mind is full of questions. Is it okay there? On top of my mother and sister's anxiety, actually I was more worried about myself.I pick up sadness that I don't paint on my face. I don't let my face become a cloudy painting canvas. Because the clouds are cloudy, they don't deserve to be a display. I see, I thought.I turned my face to look at Mother and Sukma, I left a smile full of question marks.“Tomorrow?” “Isn't this what I have to do completely today? Even if whatever happens?” I don't let that question get out of my body. Especially my face. Back, I packed all worried. I packed up all my worries.“Bismillaah ... ya Allah, if it's the best, please be happy.”“Mom, Genta said goodbye. Only two days. Genta just wanted to see the atmosphere there first. There is a brother of Genta's friend there. Genta will stay there later.”“You are sure?”
“What is wrong?” Genta asked one of his friends.“You were called a counseling guidance teacher! From yesterday why didn't you go? What's your problem?”“Trouble? I feel no problem.”“Alright, you better find the guidance counseling teacher there!”“Very well. Thanks, for the info!”A few moments later, Genta came out of the teacher's room. Her friends were already worried. Fear that Genta will not pass or bad news will accompany him.“How, Genta? What's wrong?”“It's okay. It's not a problem. Don't worry.”“Seriously?”“Yes.”“Oh yeah, where are you going after graduation?”“You will see. I want to go home first.”“In a hurry?”“Yes. I don't know why I miss you again.”“How strange you are, Genta.” Said one of his friends.





