Tasbih Love Fatimah
Satya's Expulsion.

"When did you wear that phone?" asked Halimah who was confused by what her daughter was doing, because since the first Fatimah does not like cell phones because that's the phone that is currently held by Fatimah looks still good and smooth without scratches.

"Since now," replied Fatimah lightly without burden, whereas the answer increasingly makes Mother Halimah curious.

"Why are you suddenly going to use that phone?" Halimah's mother asked again, this time she asked not out of curiosity but because she felt strange and suspicious, Halimah's mother was worried that Fatimah was using the phone again because her relationship with Satya was not okay, even though Ibu Halimah saw clearly if the attitude of Fatimah and Satya seemed fine.

"I'm using this phone again so I can call Mom whenever I miss you, and you can call me whenever you want or need, too," Fatimah explained the reason she suddenly used a cell phone, while Fatimah was very lazy to wear it.

Hearing the explanation of the princess Ibu Halimah smiled happily, so attentive and unfortunately the princess to him, although Fatimah did not live with him since childhood because Fatimah was in the boarding school since the fifth grade of Elementary School, but the affection and attention of Fatimah as a princess did not decrease in the least, she was more attention to the mother.

"Thank you for your concern with Mother, may you be happier, son," do'a Ibu Halimah can always make Fatimah full.

"Amin, pray Fatimah to live a much better and much happier life, Mother," said Fatimah who has now changed her position that was sitting now sleeping on the shoulders of the mother trying to alleviate all the problems that are still felt by her.

"Miss Fatimah!" call the housekeeper who just arrived.

"Bibik, how? does the card already exist?" fatimah asked after seeing the Bibik coming and standing straight behind him.

"Already Miss, according to Miss's order," replied the Assistant while giving a red card order Fatimah.

"Thank you, Bik," Fatimah said after she received the card given by the housekeeper.

Fatimah still had some cash, money she got from her friends when it came to her wedding party, in addition, Fatimah who is not too fond of snacks in pesantren makes Fatimah have enough savings that she can use now.

"Beware your armpits are holding the phone! remember that you have a husband now!" the message of the Mother who does not want Fatimah affected by the sophistication of the cellphone currently held by Fatimah.

"I will be careful Mother, and I will remember if I have a husband at this time" said Fatimah who was enough to make Mother Halimah calm, at least Fatimah was more mature and understood her current position.

"Mom, Fatimah go back to the room first." Pamot Fatimah feels that she has got what she wants.

"Alright, careful!" sahut Ibu Halimah who again gave a warning to Fatimah.

"Yes, Mother," Fatimah answered again, this time she answered in a much louder voice as she answered her words as she walked up the stairs to her room.

'Czech'

'Tumban Mas Satya sleeps at this hour? sleeping on the bed again, ' the inner Fatimah when she saw Satya sleeping on the bed.

"Don't sleep next to me!" satya's voice surprised Fatimah who had just approached the bed and was preparing to sleep next to Fatimah.

"Huh? what's?" sahut Fatimah while frowning in wonder mixed confused and surprised to hear the prohibition that came out of Satya's lips.

"I said sleep somewhere else, and don't sleep next to me!" Satya again said what she had said.

Really at this time Fatimah feels like the world is upside down, it should be him who forbids Satya to sleep beside him when Satya makes mistakes, just like most married couples do, but this time it is different, it is different, it is not the wife who drives him out of bed, but the husband who drives his wife away to sleep elsewhere.

"So I have to sleep where, Mom?" fatimah asked, he was confused where to sleep if Satya forbade him todur in a mattress that was actually his own.

"Whatever," the answer that really makes Fatimah quite hurt.

'Why am I being kicked out of my own place? this is my bed and this is my house, why is it that Mas Satya is more powerful? it should have been me who was more entitled to the bed, ' the inner Fatimah felt strange about what happened, but the obedient Fatimah was unable to resist, he chose to walk closer to the closet and take the bed cover that was there as a base for him to sleep.

Fatimah who used to sleep on the floor while in the pesantren made him used to it, but what made him feel unusual was not because of the place where he slept, but the prohibition expressed by Satya is enough to make Fatima nelangsa.

The cold night was getting colder as Fatimah lived with a man who was as cold as snow, the loving harmonious household that Fatimah had ever yearned for was now a mere memory and wishful thinking, because Fatimah's soul mate is not she who is sweet and not she who has a myriad of love, but Fatimah is married to Satya who she knows is cold-hearted.

The night is getting late, drowsiness is now starting to attack, although Fatimah has just finished installing a new card on her phone, sealed due to unbearable drowsiness, he said, and the cell phone he had been holding since he was now lying helpless beside Fatimah sleeping.

Unlike Fatimah who is now asleep in her dreams, Saty actually feels something strange with her, instead of feeling comfortable and calm, Satya actually felt uneasy considering that Fatimah was currently sleeping on the floor.

'Am I that bad?' satya's inner self as she recalled how hard Satya ordered Fatimah to sleep on the floor while she slept on a soft mattress that even belonged to Fatimah.

Satya could not sleep, she just turned her body restless with what happened.

'Did I tell you to move, huh? pity also if you have to sleep below, ' the good side in Satya is mastering it and trying to shake the hardness of Satya's heart.

"Fatimah!" call Satya, but the one called does not answer Satya's call, it is enough to make the worry in Satya appear without orders.