Tasbih Love Fatimah
I Have to Hurry!

"Who's coming, Mom?" fatimah asked shortly after Fatimah had put on her clothes.

"Mama," Satya answered briefly.

"This is a dress from Mama, she said she was told to wear it tomorrow!" continued Fatimah while throwing clothes that had just been given by Mama.

"Why should I wear this shirt?" tanya Fatimah was confused by what had just been given by the mother.

"Well, if you want to know, ask the person yourself!" sahut Satya.

The feeling that had just burst out was now plunging down as if it disappeared without a trace.

Fatimah who heard Satya's reply chose to silently stay in place without the slightest reaction.

"Come here!" satya's word when he saw Fatimah just standing in front of Satya without moving.

"Why are you going there?" not according to him, Fatimah even asked a lot of Satya who now actually felt anxious with the attitude of the wife.

Without many words or asking Satya immediately pulled Satya's arm so that she would sleep next to him.

"Shut up and sleep! if you move a lot, then I can make sure tomorrow you will not be able to get out of bed" threatened Satya who felt the movement of Fatimah, he is trying to leave and escape from Satya's embrace at the moment.

Negating the threat of Satya makes Fatimah silent a thousand languages, she no longer fights or tries to escape from Satya's embrace.

'Why did he hug her tightly Banget?' inner Fatimah who did feel a little tight because Satya hugged her too tightly.

"Mas, I'm claustrophobic" said Fatimah who complained because she felt claustrophobic with the embrace Satya gave her.

Once again Satya did not answer Satya's words, she chose silence and loosened her arms so that Fatimah could be a little more relieved.

A beautiful night full of warmth for the two people who sleep with each other embrace, even though outside the weather is cold and unfriendly, but the two men were gulping warm household arks, and the, until morning.

"Bik" said Fatimah, as usual, Fatimah always greeted the aunt to make milk coffee and prepare a plate of snacks for her husband.

"What is Miss going to do this morning?" ask Bik Mina who always sees Fatimah coming to the kitchen to make coffee and some snacks for Satya and all the household.

"This morning I want to make a banana fried Bik" replied Fatimah.

"Here let Bibik help make it," bargained Bik Mina who felt that she also had an obligation to make snacks in the morning.

"Well, Fatimah, what's here?" mama Nia's voice sounded surprising Fatimah who was seriously frying bananas that had been covered with flour before.

"I'm making fried bananas for Mas Satya Ma" replied Fatimah.

"Didn't you say yesterday that today we're going to go pick up Papa," said Mama Nia, astonished by her daughter-in-law, instead of getting ready to look perfect in front of her father-in-law.

"Aren't we leaving at eight, Ma?" ask Fatimah who feels if it is still morning and Fatimah still has two and a half hours to prepare.

"Do you not want to look perfect and beautiful to the maximum in front of your Father-in-law?" asked Mama Nia who indeed felt strange with her daughter-in-law.

"I'll be ready soon after this Ma" said Fatimah with a smile on her face.

"Is anyone ripe?" instead of directly taking Mama Nia instead asked.

"Already Ma, there are also three more pieces that have not been fried" replied Fatimah.

Mama Nia took the fried banana that was on the table.

"Don't you make it yourself?" mama Nia asked as if she could not believe that her daughter-in-law was very good at making fried foods, not only cooking side dishes, Fatimah was also good at making fried menus.

"Yes, Ma" Fatimah replied with a smile.

"Fatimah, weren't you a santri?" mama asked Nia to try to ascertain the issues she had heard.

"Yes, Ma, since elementary school I have been a santri," replied Fatimah as it is.

"But Mama feels weird, if you're a santri, why are you so good at cooking?" honestly Mama Nia who actually believed the issue that is not all true.

"Why did Mama ask like that?" instead of answering Fatimah just asked as if she was surprised by the honesty that had just been said by the mother.

"Actually Mama often heard the issue of some people who Mama knows that a santri is a lot of malesnya, they do not like to work in the kitchen or clean the house, but after seeing you all different, but after seeing you all different, you're the opposite of what the brand has been saying all along" Mama Nia explained.

Hearing Mama Nia's explanation made Fatimah smile, on her face did not look angry at all, there was only a sweet smile that made Fatimah look beautiful.

"Ma, not all santri like that, even so I do not deny if there are some santri who have such a nature, but there are also diligent like me, but there are also diligent like me, just like the girl who is out there Ma, there are good and some are bad," Fatimah explained what really happened and how things really are in the pesantren.

"You're right too, not everyone is bad, and vice versa, not everyone is good" exclaimed Mama Nia who almost forgot the most important thing in life.

"Right, Ma," said Fatimah.

"Ma, Fatimah said goodbye to the room first huh. Want to drink coffee and snacks," said Fatimah before she actually left Mama and Bibik who were still faithful in the kitchen.

"Don't forget to get ready!" Mama Nia again said with a slightly higher tone of speech an octave than usual, while Fatimah who heard him only nodded in response.

"Mas" Fatimah called Satya who looked neat.

"Where did you end up? why aren't you ready?" sahut Satya when he saw Fatimah still wearing clothes last night that he had used to sleep.

"I made coffee and fried bananas for Mas Satya" replied Fatimah while putting a tray of fried foods and Satya's favorite milk coffee.

Seeing what Fatimah had just done, Satya's anger instantly disappeared without a trace.

"Now you better take a shower and prepare to leave, later we will have breakfast outside" said Satya, he felt guilty for saying a little harshly and a little higher tone to Fatimah who turned out to go prepare coffee and snacks for him before leaving.

"Okay, Mom, I'll get ready first." Fatimah felt that she would be late and the rest of the family would be waiting for her if she did not get ready soon.

Fast as lightning Fatimah went into the bathroom to get ready and left with other family members.

"I'm waiting for you in the living room." Satya's voice made Fatimah more confused, he tried to accelerate every movement that he did so that Satya and others would not wait for him.

"I have to hurry" muttered Fatimah who now chose to directly pigtail her hair without combing it first, then tidied the hijab and clothes given by the Mother