Tasbih Love Fatimah
Learn to Wear Gloves

"Am I that pretty?" fatimah asked when Satya did not stop looking at him.

Hearing Fatimah's voice made Satya surprised and immediately released her embrace, Satya also distanced herself from Fatimah.

"Who is beautiful? there is nothing beautiful here" exclaimed Satya who was now sitting on the side of the bed with a considerable distance.

"Since you've been looking at me intently, I've also heard that you've praised me pretty before" Fatimah explained everything she knew and heard.

"really? if you hear it means your ears are still normal," said Satya who immediately stood waltzing away leaving Fatimah who was now smiling sweetly towards Satya.

"That means that you are indeed praising me pretty," Fatimah who felt that she had not got the answer she wanted to go back to repeating what she heard while throwing the question towards Satya who was precisely raising her shoulders indifferently, he went into the bathroom and started cleaning because it was late afternoon.

"Fatimah!" satya's voice came back after five minutes of her entering the bathroom.

"Yes, what's wrong, Mom?" sahut Fatimah walked closer to Fatimah.

"Get me a change of clothes!" satya's Letah.

"Well, Mas" said Fatimah who immediately walked closer to the closet and took a change of clothes for Satya.

"Mas Satya, in the closet there are no pants, only sarongs, would Mas Satya want to wear them?" fatimah asked, Fatimah's house did have Satya's clothes a few days ago, but somehow her clothes were not there now, maybe her housekeeper had not finished washing her clothes.

"Is there nothing but the sheath of Fatimah?" sahut Satya who sounded less like Fatimah's question.

"Nothing, Mas, may still be in the wash or may not have been ironed the same household assistant here," Fatimah explained.

"Don't go anywhere! wait for me to finish the shower!" satya's Letah.

Fatimah who heard Satya's orders could only sit still and sit on the chair while staring blankly at the bathtub beside the bed.

"Oh yes, I have a cell phone on the nightstand" said Fatimah as she walked closer to the nightstand and picked up a cardboard box containing the cell phone her mother had given her, one year ago, the phone became the most sophisticated and most beautiful phone, a gift because Fatimah got the first champion from the mother.

"Because of too much trouble I forgot the phone I once stored," said Fatimah who now charge the phone that was deliberately turned off.

"Fatimah!" call Satya just after she comes out of the bathroom and doesn't see Fatimah.

"Yes, I'm here Mas" said Fatimah who was beside the nightstand and crouched to reach for plugs to charge, because that's why Satya could not see Fatimah.

"I've often seen women wearing sarongs, can you wear a sarong?" ask Satya.

"Can it be, why?" sahut Fatimah's.

"I can't wear a glove well, teach me to wear a sarong!" satya's answer is enough to make Fatimah gawk at it.

"Can't you wear a glove?" Fatimah repeated Satya's words.

"Yes, why? weirdo?" said Satya who felt if Fatimah looked at him with a strange look.

"Are we not only obliged to close the aurat? I can wear trousers or anything important can close the aurat, after all I have never heard of a man having to wear a sarong when carrying out his duties" Satya explained his opinion.

Satya always wears trousers when she carries out her duties, all of it is done not without reason, Satya who is busy with a myriad of activities feels more practical when she uses trousers, and she is not without reason, although Satya had learned to wear a sarong, but she had forgotten now, because it happened so long ago.

"Why silence? what did I say wrong?" continued Satya when he saw Fatimah still silently staring not answer every word.

"No, you're right, wait here! I'll show you how to wear a sarong" said Fatimah who often wears a sarong while at the boarding school, for most students wearing a sarong is not difficult, even most santri prefer to wear sarongs rather than long subordinates or long skirts.

"This is how," Fatimah showed me how to wear a sarong and Satya just noticed what Fatimah was doing.

"Don't leave here!" spontaneously Fatimah while closing her eyes after seeing Satya take off the towel that covered the inner core of her body.

"Open your eyes!" tell Satya with a funny smile staring at Fatimah who closed his eyes.

Fatimah opened her eyes slowly, she was afraid that Satya would not wear anything, indeed that dirty shadow suddenly overshadowed her innocent mind.

"Why close your eyes?" satya asked when she saw Fatimah had opened her eyes.

"It's okay," replied Fatimah who was now embarrassed by her own thinking, she who thought that Satya was wearing nothing turned out to be wearing a short boxer.

"Do you think I'm not wearing anything until you close your eyes to avoid it" Satya tried to guess what Fatimah was thinking until she closed her eyes like that.

"No, whoever thinks like that, don't be psyched!" sahut Fatimah who did not want Satya to know what he had just thought.

'Dirty thoughts!' batin Fatimah cursed herself who immediately thought dirty, but Satya was not that bad.

"Is wearing a glove like this right?" Satya who did not want to force Fatimah chose to divert the conversation.

"Yes, you said you couldn't wear a scabbard, but why are you now able to wear it neatly?" ask Fatimah who was suspicious of Satya because she could wear a sarong very neatly.

"I have a high IQ of Fatimah, so I can learn as fast as lightning if I want to study it in earnest" said Satya, who is now seen bragging in front of Fatimah, fatimah was silent in response to Satya's arrogance.

"I go to the kitchen first. Does Mas Satya want anything? or do you want to cook something?" fatimah asked before she left Satya in the room.

"Make me milk coffee as usual" Satya pinta said.

"Well, wait here!" sahut Fatimah responded to Satya's request.

Fatimah stepped into the kitchen to make the coffee that Satya asked for.

"Wake up, son?" greet Halimah's mother shortly after Fatimah reached the kitchen.

"Here you go, ma'am" replied Fatimah with a smile that was always shown to her.

Fatimah immediately made coffee for Sarya and walked back to the room without a word.