The Young Married
10

Ten o'clock in the night, the window curtain was still open. Fly her hair. His eyes were watering continuously and he did not want to wipe them in the slightest.

"Why?" lirih Ghina again.

"Oh my God, why does this have to happen to me?" said again. His shoulders are up and down. Tightness in his chest as if he did not want to subside even though it had been an hour ago he was crying.

A few hours ago, after the departure of the Kyai family, the mother immediately gave Ghina a banquet that inevitably, making the girl's heart stupefied and bitter simultaneously. He realized he was wrong. But why should this be the best alternative? can't it, slander is enough up here. After all, the school also believed that all the news was just a hoax.

"Everything we do is accountable, son," his mother's voice softened. Ghina is sobbing.

"Can't you excuse me, without having to mean I'm married?" ghina's voice was broken because of the difficult crying pressure to stop.

"As far as you. If you want me to shut up. Because I'm so disappointed." Narsih showed a bitter face that made Ghina feel even more guilty.

"But Ma'am, marriage is not easy" Ghina tried to make her mother unbearable.

"Mom knows. Mother who has felt it with your father. I believe in Kyai. He can't possibly marry his son to you if he doesn't believe he can guide you to be a good wife." Ghina's eyes now look at her.

"Trust me son, this solution is the best. We also maintain the image of the pesantren. Later, pesantren always get a negative image of society, starting from the practice that is not true, do not uphold moral values. Many are dating and others. And Fatih, he's an icon in the pesantren. Kyai's son, at least he could be a good example. If he is able and unable to withstand orgasm, then he exemplifies marriage. Merely, to remind young people if they do not want early marriage, never approach zina." His mother's explanation made Ghina no longer able to refute.

"I'm willing, but..." Ghina wiped away the tears on her cheeks, "please forgive me Mom. I want to be a filial child. I've humiliated Mom."

"Never be traumatized by men. No matter how cool your father used to be, it wouldn't have anything to do with your future." Narsih brushed Ghina's hair.

"I will not bring the past" said Ghina, though she was not too sure of her own words.

Ghina again let out a sob. It is hard to agree. However, for the sake of his mother and for the image of the pesantren. He should.

If life is a choice, Ghina is forced into a position of not being able to choose.

The phone rang Ghina. He stepped closer to the bed. On the screen of his phone is a name that is no stranger.

"Wa'alaikumussalam," Ghina replied.

"What is your voice so hoarse? how are you doing now?" flocked Renata from across. His tone sounded worried.

"I've been sniffing."

"It should be at this hour that you're asleep, you're sick. Don't make sense of ourselves, our bodies need rights. Let alone the duty of Mister Arif, not to think about." Renata reminded Ghina to take a break, although not directly make Ghina finally remembered with PR Mathematics from Mister Arif last week.

"Oh my God, I haven't done it yet." Ghina suddenly riled up.

"No need to do it first, I said! 'tomorrow is sunday. Just Monday night," forbid Renata with a high tone.

"Let's forget it, now it is." Ghina walked towards her study table. Then take the Matermatika taskbook. His hand opened LKS.

"What page are you on?" tanyakanya.

"Tomorrow I tell you," said Renata.

"Renathul!" peeking Ghina was restrained, she was suddenly irritated by Renata.

"No, you need to rest!" renata. Ghina can be sure, the girl's face across the street is red.

"I'm very healthy. My brain can still be thought. Come on, later if tomorrow I'm lazy, I'm wrong you."

"Belvin. What matters now is rest. If not, I don't want to help you sell. I'll drive you out!" threaten Renata that made Ghina tick small.

"Your threats don't apply!"

"Basically stubborn. Anyway I don't want to tell you."

Ghina chuckled, not out of ways. He looked at his little pink notebook. There is an LKS page that is used as a task.

"I got it!"

"Don't stay up late" nasiharmt Renata said with a sigh heard.

"Hm."

"Yes, I hung up" said Renata limp.

"Yes, the longer you keep me from doing it." Ghina said flatly and made Renata across snort.

"Basic! yes, it's assalamualaikum."

"Wa'alakumussalam."

Ghina laughed softly at the screen of her phone. His fingers rolled down. A name is on there. He's opening. The last chat was when he and someone were talking about the funding budget for blood donation proker that had been completed last month.

"What if he finds out, I want to marry Fatih?" lirih Ghina's.

"Yes, if you know. Let it." Ghina put her phone away. In order not to be easily distracted when working on a Math problem that when looking at it alone can make his eyes widen and chest pounding. Justjust wonderful.

The Lily plant looks fresh. Ghina occasionally smiled as she watered it.

"Always a gini." Ghina chuckled little, "i was too busy, until you noticed. Sorry yes."

The sound of a motorcycle being heated. Ghina turned her head, finding Imran who was ready with a black hem suit combined with blue jeans.

"Aren't you dying?" ask Ghina wonder. Usually his brother is on half a month's leave.

"I'll take three days. Today we have to go back to Mess. My business is also done here," explained Imran who now pulled the key of the motor and the noise stopped.

"Well." yeah." Ghina nodded slowly.

"Are you missing?" goda Imran as he walked over to Ghina, bent down, and touched one of the blooming Lily flowers.

"Idih. Not that, just that I still don't feel good about Mom," said Ghina.

Imran smiles. "Father, I just need time to understand you. He was shocked by everything that happened. He wants you to introspect. So good boy."

"Yes I know, my mother's purpose must be so."

"Some, I'm sorry you're sorry, right?" ask Imran.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Do you really agree?" ask Imran again. Last night, his mother did expel him shortly after Kyai Zhafran's departure. And chose to speak four eyes with Ghina.

"I'm sure Big Brother nguping when it's forbidden with Mom," guessed Ghina. Imran chuckled.

"Have ears, baby is not in the benefits of hehe."

"My sister is a filial child. Let's see his face." Imran stood up, he covered Ghina's face with anxiety, "Well this is the usual Ghina. Sunny and sumringah but stubborn tone."

"Udah muji-muji, finally sneered as well."

Ghina brushed off Imran's hand.

"That's all a compliment. Stubbornness is a plus, let you stand firm."

"Eleh, everyone's head is hard."

"Gosh, since when did my sister get a little bego?" Imran scrambles Ghina's veil.

"Ih, flush it!" Ghina directed the green-colored plastic Sheep to Imran, which made the man's face slightly splashed.

"Innalillah, my fondness!" his throat was restrained, causing Ghina to instantly curl up and hold her stomach.

"Aren't you going to the market?" ask Imran. Usually on holidays like this, his sister helps his friend sell.

"Yes in a minute, after taking care of them." Ghina glanced at the flowers.

"Silver brother," tasted Imran.

"No, if there's any business there just go."

"Eh even ngusir?" Imran raised his eyebrows. Their conversation stopped when the mother called them.

"Before you go to breakfast."

Ghina and Imran looked at each other, "his mood seems to have improved."

Ghina nodded, "hopefully," he said and placed Gembor near his Lily.

He's trailing behind Imran. They sit at the dining table.

"Mom don't have an agenda today?" imran asked while bribing the fried rice that was still steaming into his mouth.

Narsih put two glasses of tea on the table. To Ghina and Imran.

"There's arisan."

"Mother isn't papa?" imran asked worriedly, knowing that his neighbors had also discussed the news of Ghina and Fatih. And he does not want his mother later insinuated by his friends.

"Why indeed?" Narsih raised her eyebrows, then took a sip of the white milk in her glass.

"If you mean because of the news, I'm not papa. Mom says it's a hoax and the school will clarify, right Na?" Narsih looked at Ghina who suddenly coughed. Ghina looked at her relaxed-faced mother this morning. If his mother believes he and Fatih didn't do it, why still insist on forcing him to marry?

"Yes, definitely," Ghina answered accordingly. He preferred to focus on the fried rice in front of him. He should be prepared with the attitude of his mother who is easily changed, according to his mood. But for some reason, Ghina was always unprepared. His mother was transformed into someone who is difficult to guess since abandoned by Dad.

Ghina and Imran were even overwhelmed when the mother's sanity was once a little disturbed. Two psychiatrists have been brought home, alternating schedules. Thankfully, his mother is better than ever. Of course, with great effort. If Ghina was only an only child, she might also experience trauma, anxiety and even depression. It's just that, there's her brother who always strengthens her.

"Na, Mom put her clothes on by Ms. Sari, the owner of Cv catering in front of Junior High School," said Narsih again. Ghina looked at her mother with a smile.

"Yes Mom. Mom, what are you gonna drop off?"

"Buy tilapia sekilo, vegetable sop ten thousand, same chicken next door."

"okay."

"Silver there is no urgent business very, so you, Brother and sister, yes" said Imran after they finished eating. Ghina just nodded.

Imran drove his motorbike across the Jorong highway until he stopped it right in front of an Junior High School. Ghina got off her bike, then walked towards a second-story house with a pretty fancy design. Beside his house was a medium-sized kiosk with the inscription on it "CV Saftarina Sari"

The building was white with a black gate in front of it. He rang the bell. Before long a middle-aged woman opened the gate with a smile.

"This is Ms. Sari's order.

"Oh yes thank you. Paid for?"

"Udah. Yes, you're both."

Imran delivers Ghina to the market parking lot. The market atmosphere is not too crowded. There were only a few merchants who were busy opening their stalls. Occasionally talking to each other.

"Do you want me to buy you a fry?" ask Ghina.

"May, for my friends in Mess," replies Imran.

"Okay, wait here."

Ghina approached Renata who was focusing on slicing bananas inside the stall, as if unaware of his presence.

"Assynnya!"

"Wa'alaikumussalam, you've come here." Renata smiled and stood over to Ghina. His hands extended to Ghina's forehead. "Hm, still hanget bit," he said.

"Yes, it's still morning. Where's mom?" ask Ghina dingukan.

"You're still sick, huh? Ih do not need to come here why, later if it gets worse how?" Renata is very worried about his best friend.

"You haven't answered my question Ren," Ghina replied flatly.

"Turn back home, miss the same vegetable oil to take flour," replied Renata.

"Oh, can you make a fry for my brother?" ask Ghiina

"Where's your brother?" ask Renata.

"He's in the parking lot."

"Oh shit, how much do you want? what aja?" asked Renata excitedly.

After Renata fried five bananas, then tempeh and bakwan, he wrapped them up and handed them to Ghina.

"No need!" reject Renata when Ghina gives her the money.

"I bought Ren's tablets. This is my brother who bought it." Ghina returned the money.

"Free for you anyway!" Renata pushes Ghina's hand.

"No want! I don't want to accept it!" ghina's strong while she's ruffled by the waist. They looked at each other fiercely.

"Ekhem!" the sound of someone shaking distracted their attention. Obtain simultaneously.