Tasbih Love Fatimah
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"Mas" call Fatimah.

Fatimah and Satya were in the room, both of whom had been there since the morning after breakfast, Mama and Ibu Halimah think that Fatimah and Satya are spending time together to get to know each other more deeply and spend the first day after the wedding, but in reality Fatimah and Satya just stay in the room without any activity, if Satya is busy taking care of his business through smart phones and laptops that light up in front of him, so unlike Fatimah who is now feeling bored, she just silently stared straight at the balcony where there was only a large glass door that became a barrier.

"Hm," said Satya briefly, he really sounded different from Satya who was at the dinner table earlier.

'Does this husband have multiple personalities?' and Fatimah asked from her heart.

"Say! what's up?" Satya who felt that if Fatimah wanted to say something tried to force her to say what really happened.

"I'm bored, if I want to go to a book character, is it okay?" ask Fatimah.

"Go!" satya answered briefly, she sounded like she did not care much about what Fatimah was doing.

"You're letting me?" instead of going straight away Fatimah asked.

"Hm, go before I change my mind," Satya did not want to argue much, threatening Fatimah to let her go immediately before her mood changed and finally Satya changed her mind not to allow Fatimah to leave.

"Well, I'm going." said Fatimah to get up from the sofa where she had been sitting, Fatimah walked to pick up the sling bag she used to wear while traveling, then approached towards Satya to grab her hand.

"Why what?" tanya Satya felt strange with Fatimah who should have walked out instead approached and reached out.

Fatimah did not answer Satya's question, she just moved her hand to signal Satya if she should reach Fatimah's hand.

"I do not bring cash," said Satya while looking at the laptop that is still on.

"I don't ask you for money, I want to say goodbye and salim to you" explained Fatimah who understood if Satya was misunderstood by what she wanted to do.

"Oh," said Satya who now grabbed Fatimah's hand and let her kiss the back of her hand.

"I'll go first. Assalamualaikum," said Fatimah stepped away from her room with Satya who grabbed her phone shortly after Fatimah stepped away.

"Yes, sir," said someone from across the street.

"Follow Fatimah and report anything she does!" satya told a man who was across the phone.

"Ready, sir," could the man from across the street drive his car to Fatimah's house, fortunately the distance between him and Fatimah's house was not too far away, so he could get there faster than usual.

Satya walked out of the room while carrying two communication tools that had been the center of attention since.

"Satya!" call the Mama who just came out of the room, Fatimah Lolis from the view of the residents of the house that can be sure to ask questions that are enough to make Fatimah difficult to leave.

"Yes, what's up, Ma?" sahut Satya who now turned to the monk who walked closer to Satya.

"Fatimah has gone first. That's why I want to catch up with him." Obviously Satya who does not know what to reason anymore, it is very unlikely Satya said if Fatimah was allowed to go alone without being among her or the driver who also stayed at Fatimah's house.

"Why did you let him go alone Satya?" as Satya thought, the Mama must have nagged when she heard that Fatimah came out without her for whatever reason.

"Ma, if Mama asks me to debate here, when do I leave?" said Satya who understood if the Mama would definitely argue with a long debate that would make Fatima really go far without being able to be followed by him.

"So soon, are you moving?" ask Mama Satya.

"No, I'm moving in three days, Fatimah still wants to be here" Satya replied.

"If so Mama just go home," said Mama Satya.

"As for Mama, Satya has to go, if she wants to go home I will call the driver at home, Mama get ready! I'll go first." Pamit Satya, in certain moments Satya was acting as his own cool and Mama Satya who understood the nature of the prince could only be silent without a word.

Satya who felt that she was far behind now walked out of the house to catch up with the driver who had been ready since.

"Fatimah can ride a motorcycle, since when? why don't I know?" lirih Satya looked strangely at Fatimah who was now in front of him, fortunately Fatimah was riding a motorcycle slowly, so Satya could catch up to him.

Fatimah's motorbike continues to divide the highway, down every road that used to be a witness to how difficult Fatimah learned to ride the motorbike she currently uses.

"It has been a long time since I have enjoyed the wind that blows on a motorcycle" muttered Fatimah smilingly looking down at the highway enjoying the wind that hit her body.

Fatimah motorbike stopped right in front of the character of his subscription book, the book character he often visited saa still a santri, Fatimah often accompanied Zia to buy a book do this figure, and he was still a santri, this time Fatimah wanted to buy a novel or book that might accompany her days that Fatimah predicted would be boring, given Satya's unpredictable and incomprehensible attitude.

Fatimah stepped into the figure along each bookcase neatly arranged with various topics. And Satya who followed Fatimah since then is now in the car staring at a laptop connected to the driver's phone which is now inside the figure lurking what is done by the employer.

Satya continued to observe the movements of Fatimah who was choosing a book until her eyes were fixed on the girl she had met at her birthday party.

"Fatimah!" call Zia.

"Neng Zia," cried Fatimah when she saw Zia who also came to the figure of the book.

"What are you doing here?" asked Zia who immediately walked over to Fatimah.

"I'm looking for Neng's book" replied Fatimah.

"Neng Zia herself here is doing what?" ask Fatimah.

"Sama, the reading books at home have run out I read all, so I came to look for a new book that I can read," explained Zia.

The two were so engrossed in chatting and greeting each other that they forgot that Fariz was standing behind Zia.