The Young Married
15

The Al Furqon Jorong pesantren. At the Fatih Rafasya residence. The man tried for the umpteenth time to negotiate with Abinya about the wedding plan.

The room is about 4 x 4 meters in white paint. There was an open window facing an area filled with Dragon fruit. Under the Dragon fruit tree decorated with Krokot flowers that have begun to wither because of twilight began to appear.

There are no chairs there. There is only a tapestry on which there is a prayer mat facing towards the Qibla. The cupboard in the corner looks to contain prayer tools as well as the Qur'an. This room, it is specially designed for Musholla Kyai family.

Kyai Zhafran did not turn his head when Fatih had entered there after saying his greetings. Even though at school he was often arbitrary, but at home he still tried to be polite. Especially to his brother.

"Dad, let me talk."

Kyai Zhafran stopped her fingers obscuring the tasbih grains. His eyes closed open. He turned his head, finding Fatih looking at him while he was stilled.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"About the wedding plan. I beg Bi, give us a chance to actually bring the culprit before the teachers. Let all of you be sure that Ghina and I have done nothing wrong. I don't want the wedding to happen, despite our family's need to keep the pesantren's image."

"Do you understand what you're talking about now?"

"I understand Bi. Marriage is not easy. It's not that I don't want to improve the image of the pesantren, but it's still unfair to me and Ghina."

"If the fair is only measured by human glasses, there will be something that is not appropriate. You think it's fair, but for others it's not. You think it's good, but for others it's not. A Muslim should not feel unfair with the Shari'a. Because of their limited sense."

"Don't be an unstable man. You are ready to become an adult at this age. Abi warned you from a long time ago, once you cross the line of delinquency, then there is no more bargaining. Didn't you agree yesterday?"

"That's just following Abi's wishes."

"Then, follow Abi's wishes."

Fatih breathed a heavy sigh. From childhood, it was difficult to conquer Abinya. The only person who made him sneer was this man in front of him. Only when he asked for school in SMK did his brother not refuse. That Fatih needs to study the lives of teenagers out there who are far from religious values. Public school is one of the places. Abinya's decision was not entirely wrong to allow herself to attend public school. It now understands how adolescence is today. Culture courtship, nongki-nongki, hotel book and so on he knows. Previous things he did not find in Tsanawiyah Madrasah. Even though he was almost a teenager like that, he wanted to try.

"I regret letting you go to school there. This time, you have to follow the orders of Abi, " Kyai Zhafran said.

The chanting and the sound of tambourine stalled. All present greeted the greeting of a man who had just entered from the door of the male section of the mosque. Mr. Adam, KSI extracurricular builder.

The man with a shady face and fair skin was sitting cross-legged. The formation of members changed. Men in the front shaf and women in the back shaf. Adam sat in the priestly position facing the audience.

"How are you all? I hope healthy always. Who are still single do not be sickly continue," said Mr. Adam, asking as well as tempting the members who of course all are still single. Although it can not be denied, there could be someone secretly dating.

"Alhamdulillah healthy always sir," replied the audience in unison. One of them said, "jomblo actually makes us happy, not draining time, not draining pockets and not draining energy."

Laughter blaring. Only the male members are more precisely the ones who are snapped. While the women keep the image, a little laugh.

"I don't want your manasin. Just ngingetin alone, singles are not a disease. Nor is it for a mess. Singles for keeping honor are noble. There will come a time when that day will come. Just calm down." Mr. Adam paused for a moment, then smiled very sweetly with dimples on his cheeks, "we are single for the sake of obedience to God. Keeping something we have to take care of. God willing, our patience will bear rewards."

"Aamiinu. But, Meysa is already pregnant first with Hashim Pak," chirped one of the male members.

There was a loud laughter.

"Defamation sir, I never liked Meysa," Hashim denied with his flat face. Everyone laughs. No exception Meysa, a woman who is a little coquettish and melodious voice that actually laughs and blushes in the making.

"Who said you liked Meysa? wong I told her that Meysa is bucin same you haha. Or maybe you have a taste." Yanto, a member of KSI who was disgusting and the installment at the beginning of the accident that made Hashim embarrassed half to death. Seen from his red face.

"Udah-ud. Do not enter the heart Syim. You know for yourself Yanto how the person is," interrupted Mr. Adam trying to stop bullying among the KSI members he led. "Meysa, don't bother Hasyim, he's a mockery of his friends" he rebuked Meysa, who was eager to argue.

"No Sir. I just like to joke with Hashim, he's funny."

Laughter re-echoed, now plus the sounds of 'ciye-ciye' that made Meysa increasingly blushed while shaking her hands in front of the face.

"Maysa!" Mr. Adam glared, not angry. Just wanted to stop the silly behavior of his protege.

"Geez sir. Hisham sorry yeah, I like to joke hihi." Meysa pulled out two fingers 'peace' his face he made regret. Ghina and Renata who witnessed the taunting teased it were just head bobbles.

"Well, everybody. At this meeting, we will discuss the khataman event at our school. In accordance with the policy recently implemented by wakasek student. Each class is assigned a task to complete 30 juz. And his solemn event is certainly handed over to us. Later you all become a committee to succeed the event. Oh yeah, I thought you'd be in charge?" Adam turned to look at Inspiration. The man seemed to think for a moment.

"God willing Sir. It's just, I will later recommend someone to PJ if I have obstacles. You see lately the twelfth class is not preoccupied with simulations," explained Ilham

"Yes too. But, if you are good. If there will be a change of PJ, report it to me. Importantly, the khataman event will run smoothly."

"Ready Sir. Inshaa Allah, for the division of duties of the committee later let us be the one who bersembukkan with sir."

"Well, I trust PJ. Later, the equipment division should have more people. You'll help the tent tusks."

"Ready Sir."

"For funds, you don't have to worry. Because we've been given funding by the principal directly. He greatly appreciated this activity."

"Alhamdulillah."

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" ask Adam

"For correspondence what kind of place, sir?" ask Ghina. As a secretary, he was very familiar with the matter. If KSI wants to hold an event either in a hall that is located right in a multipurpose field or large room events that are usually held in TKR class rooms 1 and 2 always bring a letter to the section TU for school facilities licensing.

"No more need to Na. Because this is like an event held by wakasek and all school residents participate. KSI only helped as a committee that helped succeed the event and prepare it" replied Mr. Adam.

"For the speaker, do we take it from the internal or the external sir?" ask Ghina again.

"We take it from the external. Later part of the event can be run. Formal letter don't forget."

"Good Sir."

After the division of tasks for each committee is completed. All the members present disbanded after reading the do'a kafaratul majlis. Ilham, as usual, helped his other colleagues clean up the salon and also the microphone that was used during the discussion of the event.

Ghina and other friends also swept the floor of the mosque and took care of the mat that was used by members to sit.

"We doang who was given Mey's mandate. If religious events are indeed we who can be relied upon," replied Ghina.

"Well, there's at least a collaboration with another eskul. It could ease our work. I'm not sincerely." Meysa helped fold the ambal. Ghina on the right and Meysa on the left. Ghina remained silent, not replying to Meysa.

"OK done. Ren, please over here!" Ghina pointed at the former terrace of the ambal which was infested with dust. Renata who was sweeping in the corner of the door approached the dab swept over him.

"No papa. We should be cool. Wakasek is counting on us. Precisely if others also participate, it may not be the order created but riots. Of course wakasek also does not want to take the risk if the event prepared by the committee of various eskul become collapsed. I think KSI members are enough" Ghina explained. "Say I'd like to see the TAB boy," he said. Ghina knows, if Meysa who notabennye classmate Ilham was having a crush with one of TAB children whose voice melodious when azan.

Meysa screamed softly. "Hush, less fast your voice. Should've used Toa, let's be horrified hihi."

"Basic Meysa." Ghina just gawked.

"Udah is done. You guys aren't going home yet?" meysa asked Ghina and Rena, who sat by the window of the musholla.

"No, have a chat. If you want to go home first."

"OK deh. We go first yes. Assalamualaikum," Meysa said with the palm she had let out and gave it to Ghina and Renata, who had their lips cut open.

After the departure of Meysa and her two friends. Ghina and Renata live in Mushola. The remaining male members are Ilham. Ghina let Ilham get to him first.

"Said Ghina was in whatsapp, someone wants to talk to me. What's up?" tanya Ilham who mince words by scratching her nape.Ghina and Rena stand up.

"Yes there," replied Ghina a little stiff actually.

"What's that?"

"But it's personal."

"Not what." Inspiration smiles knot.

"Aren't you the only one who wants to ask me something?" ghina asked with her eyebrows linked.

Inspiration laughs little. The woman in front of him was confident. And just turn the question around.

"So, take it that way." Inspiration succumbs with breath.

"Keep, what do you want to say?" ask Ghina

"I want to ask about the photo," intercept Ilham who was a little annoyed with the expensive selling girl in front of him.

"You still can't believe it wasn't me?" Ghina smiled in anguish

"It's not. I mean, it's slander. And the perpetrator has not been found. Do you know anything?" ask Ilham.

"Actually we know the culprit, but we haven't been able to drag him to BK yet" Ghina replied.

"I'll help you."

"Not to be inspired. Don't waste time."

"It's because you said that. I'm getting excited about helping."

"Thank you. But there's someone else trying."

"Trainer?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"For a genius Fatih might indeed be easy to find. But, to drag it I don't think so." Although Ilham and Fatih differ in class, but Fatih's genius is already well known throughout the twelve grade TKJ majors. Who else, if not for mister Arif who likes to glorify it.

"Are you boasting?" Ghina.

"No. You're suuzon," Fatih replied. While Renata, who was listening to the expensive selling chat from the two lovebirds in front of him only scratched his non-itchy veil. It's so boring to be a mosquito repellent.

"I won't apologize for saying this. Because you're wrong. So, i..." Ghina paused her speech. Actually she was embarrassed, but also happy because Ilham did not see her as a disgusting woman.

"You guys are so stiff gini really talk?! make me sober to know." Renata. Feeling hot in this strange and awkward situation. The two lovebirds who are now facing this are just as naive. Saying not like but like. Say hate but love. He's fed up.

"Yes sorry Ren we were so hard." Ilham scratched his non-itchy nape. While Ghina was silent, seemed to think of something.

"Don't like to sneak or blatant glances. Because I know it's Ham. You know the law." Ghina expressed her heart. He did feel uncomfortable with Inspiration who told through the matan that the man had a taste.

"Thank you already ngingetin," said Ilham sincerely. "Yes I'm sorry. Wrong," he added.

"Yes. Hopefully we can both take care of."

"Yes, is there more?" tanya Ilham who felt like he wanted to leave immediately, because his eyes could not bear to look at Ghina.

"Thank you for the medicine." Ghina said the word with a lowered head, her face slightly converging. But, he was trying to make it flat.

"Medicine?" Alis Ilham linked.

"Yes." Yeah."

"I never give you medicine."

Ghina and Renata looked at each other.

"So who?"