The Young Married
Husband Candidate

"Well?!" Hearing Fatih's words just now was more surprising than hearing her own name called to the Counseling Guidance room. In fact, Ghina's heart had already calmed down a few hours ago. He could stroke his chest and think no more of Kyai Zhafran's words.

"K-why? but, we've dragged the culprit to BK. You just have to tell your brother that you will take them to the boarding school if necessary" Ghina spoke with difficulty. His head shook slowly.

"From the beginning of Abi, it doesn't matter if we want to find the perpetrator or not. The point is, we should get married. Abi found a way to marry me."

"Can't you turn down Fath? you boys, should be able to nego Abimu," asked Ghina sebal, his hands folded in front of his chest.

"It's because I'm a boy. Abi wanted, next to me was a woman who made me forget to perform." Fatih said about.

"But that doesn't mean I have to be a girl?" ghina asked with fused eyebrows.

"I'm sorry, but it's you Na" said Fatih, although he was actually frustrated. In fact, he lost his appetite with almost all his hobbies because of thinking about marriage. That has not been added to the burden of preparing for the National Examination.

"Aren't you the kid who fucked Fath?" ghina asked which made Fatih lean towards her.

"Yes at school I can do anything I want. But, if it's at home, don't expect it!" Fatih reached into the Lollipop candy from her pocket, chewing it roughly.

"I was confused about how Abiku could change his decision" he added, taking out a Lollipop rod and throwing it at the origin.

"I don't want to marry you!" ketus Ghina and turned to leave Fatih in class.

Fatih laughed softly, he chased after Ghina until their steps aligned. But within safe distance.

"Well, but I want to" Fatih said with a downward glance. Ghina turned her head with enlarged eyes and cheeks that turned red. It was not that he was fascinated or embarrassed when he heard Fatih say that. But, he was both angry and annoyed because Fatih could still joke around with this kind of situation.

Fatih and Ghina looked at each other. A second later, Ghina threw away her face.

"Not funny to know," said Ghina who held back her anger to nag Fatih.

"So really, I want to marry you." Fatih repeated her words and made Ghina grow irritated.

"Diem can't! there far!" banish Ghina who ran away from Fatih. He wanted to scold Fatih, flatter and scold her. But, he also understood, Fatih was just like him. Children who can only obey the wishes of parents as a pretext filial filial filial to them. If indeed Ghina can no longer choose to profit backwards, then well he will go forward.

After the Ashar prayer and perform a ritual of self-cleaning. Ghina checked her dress. He read hundreds of Rohis group chats coming in. After the slander incident, Ghina was not very active on social media. He was preoccupied with his heart and mind raging. Today is the same even more so than yesterday. But, somehow he wants to check Whatsapp, maybe there is an important chat or just a chat guyon from Renata.

Ghina's flick finger stopped in one of the chats from an unnamed number. His forehead wiggling.

+6281356277***

P

P

P

Ghina glanced at the lazy chat pleasantries, unimportant and disrespectful of it. He most dislikes the initial greeting of people who are not known through chat. If salutation, he may respond. But if it's just 'P' oh until the apocalypse Ghina won't respond.

Notifications from the same number reappear.

+6281356277***

Ghina Izzati's! I'm Fatih! you haven't saved my number all this time, have you?!

It turns out that message was from a shitty man named Fatih Rafasya. Ghina typing fast.

Ghina: What's wrong?

+6281356277** *: My family is planning a marriage meeting.

Ghina : What? really do?

+6281356277***: Yes yes, why boong. You get ready.

Ghina: When exactly?

+6281356277** : Sunday, 9 am. My family came to visit your house. Brother Maheer seems to have told your brother about this too.

Ghina stared at the chat nanar from Fatih. His head felt dizzy, his heart was pounding incoherently. It was not because she was happy that she and Fatih were getting married. But, because he was angry, why after the perpetrators were found, they still had to get married? unfairly. Yes, life is so.

+6281356277*** : Whoa Na! sleep on?

Ghina: Hate the same life.

+6281356277***: Don't do it, enjoy it. All, it will be beautiful in time.

Ghina : Often heard that phrase. But I don't believe it. The thing is, when does that beautiful time say hello?

+6281356277*** : Hence the same me. We will create a beautiful future.

Ghina: Abaghfirullah, I'm not your fan you can always modusin! basic thing!

Across the street Fatih laughed to himself. It was only the first time he had contacted Ghina personally via chat. Usually they only discuss in class groups or task group groups. That is rare too. And it's worth it, Ghina doesn't keep her number.

+6281356277***: But you're still smiling spoiled right there? honestly speaking.

Ghina : "😠"

+6281356277***: Don't forget to be happy and save your future husband's number.

Ghina did not reply again to the chat that began to lash out that was unclear. His eyes glared at the ceiling of his room roof. Is he going to marry a man named Fatih? can she live her life as a wife?

Ghina got up from the bed, then walked towards her study table. She got her pink diary. In it is the setting of his life goals. He laughed softly.

"Well, nothing in my goal this year" he said.

"Am I ready?" ask Ghina to herself.

"For the good of the pesantren?" ask again.

"Should I sacrifice? because of Fatih's behavior?" suddenly Ghina was upset by herself. His memory spun around during the embarrassing incident. Why was he with Fatih? just try, that afternoon he prefers to go home and not picket the afternoon. Maybe that won't happen. But, ah never mind, regret is always behind.

The day felt so fast passing for Ghina that every day her heart was pumped up fast. After telling his mother that Kyai Zharan was going to visit, his life seemed to be over. His mother is happy not playing, and Ghina does not want to destroy the happiness and smile of her lips. Her sister also returned home on Saturday afternoon.

This morning, his sister was relaxing in the living room with a sip of tea while reading the newspaper. His mother had busied herself from dawn. Prepare a banquet for guests who will visit. Ghina, however, was still trapped in the room. As he stared at himself in the mirror, Ghina gave a smile looking at the dark circles in his eyes.

Nine o'clock exactly. More and no less. There was a car engine outside. Ghina, in the fog, immediately gave powder to her eye circles. To cover up how he was just busy thinking about his marriage to Fatih.

The visiting Fatih family consisted of his own Abinya, Ummi, Big Sister and Brother-in-law Fatih. In spirit, Ghina's mother served Kyai's family food. Typical food menu Kalimantan, Soto Banjar and Ketupat Kandangan.

They talk lightly during meals. While Ghina only listened with a mind that was not in the place of eating. The chat continued seriously when the heavy meal in front, was over at the meal. They eat the snacks that are served.

"You don't have to worry. To prepare for marriage leave it to me." Fatih's sister spoke with passion. "Where's Bi?" ask the woman with one child named Nafisah. It seemed like his extremely enthusiastic self exceeded everyone who was there.

"Let's trust you all. Let the women in this family be ugly" Kyai Zhafran said.

"We invite ustadz Malik to review Bi, how?" maheer asked, Brother-in-law Fatih, the husband of Nafisah

"That is precisely what Abi thought. We invite him to a wedding banquet. Since this marriage is closed in nature, make sure only the closest associates are present" explains Kyai Zhafran.

"Here you invite Bi?" ask Maheer.

"Sir Kades can. Also some representatives from the school. Wakasek student, Mr. Sandy be sure to be invited. He made it easy to also negotiate with the school about this marriage," said Kyai Zhafran, who is owned by everyone.

"Mom, where are our caterers going?" ask Nafisah.

"If besan, is there a trusted catering advice? Which does not need to be luxurious, which is important worthy of being a dish later. Moreover, only a few people are invited." Now Ummi Zainab who raised questions to his mother Ghina.

"If I myself actually leave everything to the pesantren aja. Moreover, Mr. Kyai's family has experience. I have no experience myself" replied Ghina's mother with condolences.

"But if possible advice, we can order it at cv Bu Sari, Catering there is a perfect fit between price and quality. I used to help a neighbor who had a recipe and ordered there" added Ghina's mother.

"Oh Bu Sari, who's the house near SMP?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"It's good besan. Let Nafisah take care of. We, accept the so and successful show."

"What's besan?" ask Ummi Zainab.

"The Kyai family certainly knows how my husband is," said the woman named Narsih.

"We will hold it in the field" Kyai Zhafran said.

"But, this will be very embarrassing for the pesantren family" said Narsih.

"No ma'am, for a few people to attend. Later after the agreement we can go straight back to the pesantren," explained Kyai Zhafran.

"Take it easy besan. We're not gonna dispute that. Importantly, how can our two children be immediately lawful and God willing will not repeat slander a second time." Umm Zainab held the hand of Narsih sitting next to her.

"So, as agreed, her wedding is on the twentieth?" tanya Nafisah.

"Yes, the next morning will be the day of the reception" replied Ummi Zainab.

"For fitting a dress how Ghina, Fatih do you guys have a plan for what kind of concept?" asked Nafisah who stared alternately at the two people who had fallen silent.

"Nothing" replied Ghina.

"Betterly, the Islamic concept only. No need to wear custom clothing. Isn't that besan?" ask Ummi Zainab.

"Yes I agree more like that" replied Narsih.

"After the reception, let Ghina stay at the boarding school, how do you mind my son?" ask Ummi Zainab.

"Sorry Ummi, Ghina can't yet" Ghina replied honestly. Everyone looks at each other.

"Yes, just like the Prophet. Separated with Aisyah. So, if you guys are still reluctant to be in the room together. While being able to stay in each other's homes, what do you think Fatih?" ask Kyai Zhafran

"I agree with Bi. I'm the same Ghina is planning a house when we go to college" Fatih explained, which made Ghina glare. Since when do they plan like that? but, it is true also said Fatih, Ghina still feels not ready if this age has devoted herself as a wife. It could be that, after they go to college, Ghina could be ready.

"You are, agree. Beware if you want Ghina to sleep in your room immediately," Umm Zainab tease

Everyone who was there laughed.

"Ummi!" Fatih.

"He would be spoiled if the same Umminya. Maybe he was actually happy that someone was sleeping," led Nafisah to his younger brother.

"Umi, I want to pee." The voice of a child resuscitated them. Yes, Nafisah brought with her her three-year-old daughter.

"Yes son, let's go to the smart kid's toilet." Nafisah took his son's hand.

"Imran, do you have any plans to get married?" asked Kyai Zhafran who made Imran feel in interrogation.

"God willingly," he replied a little stiffly.

"Any candidate?" ask Kyai Zhafran.

"Still process Kyai."

"Where do you work?"

"Mining company. PT Darmahenwa."

"Oh well-known company yes. You go back home or Mess?" ask Ummi Zainab.

"Mess Nyai. But usually go home to nemenin mom, too" replies Imran.

"I hope soon too. I want it together so receptively. Only Ghina and Fatih closed the show. But, it is not a problem" said Ummi Zainab.

Nafisah and her daughter rejoined the dining room. The woman plans to fit in a wedding dress for Fatih and Ghina. Kya Zhafran and the others agreed.

"Abi, take Syamila? I want to take Fatih and Ghina for a walk to my boutique" Nafisah told her husband, Maheer.

"Yes Mi, be careful. Don't like their teasing. Can-can go home immediately fever," said Maheer and stroked the veil Nafisah.

"Yes Abi, no. Mila darling, Umi said yes makcombalangin aunt Ghina same aa Fatih." Nafisah grumbled her son with anxiety.

"Sir, don't talk weird to a kid. I don't want your rich Shamila" Decak Fatih. They had now walked out of Ghina's house.

"Rather than your rich? clearly she resembled her handsome and sweet Abinya," the Nafisah did not accept.

"Ck, praise your husband as you please. Come on, spit." Fatih stepped closer to Abinya's car.

"Ciye was impatient. Na, he's not a patient. Be careful, yes" seduced by Nafisah. Ghina who was beside him smiled.

"I always feel dizzy when I'm close to him" Ghina and Nafisah laughs.

"Haha, you're being honest Na. Abi, umi pamit yes, assalamualaikum." Nafisah waved at Kyai Zhafran and Umminya, and lastly greeted her husband.

"Na, what do you think he's doing at school?" ask Nafisah when they get in the car. Just to break the strange atmosphere created between the driver and passengers.

"It's hard to describe his behavior. Everything you think about his ugliness, that's what happened at school. Proof, until this slander happens." Ghina clenched her lips as she felt unmoved to speak like that. "Ehm, I don't blame anyone. Perhaps, I should be more careful in the company."

"Haha, our family was also surprised Na. You really are, if her behavior sucks. It's like to make a mess." Nafisah told me with her eyes staring at the rearview mirror, to see Fatih's expression.

"Yes continued Mbak ghibah in front of his person directly. You girls!" decak Fatih was driving. Nafisah.

"Well, you're here. Let introspection go ahead. Stop being childish" Nafisah said.

"Ck, who by the way did not notice. Try if he doesn't accept you. I'll make sure you don't leave the room for a month. While I, despite being slandered, can still go outside the room. So who here is more childish?" ask Fatih lightly.

"Broken heart is natural. Not childish," bela Nafisah.

"Yes, but your attitude is heartbroken" Fatih said.

"You guys, it's always a gini-mouth war, huh?" asked Ghina who was trying to mediate.

"He won't budge the same old one" said Nafisah

"Ck, the old should love the young. Come on," Defend Fatih.

"Young people have gone out."

"Stop!" Ghina sighed. "Sampe here I know your relationship. But please don't fight in front of me. I was a little distracted by the high-pitched voice. Sorry."

"Sorry baby. I don't mean to bother you." Nafisah only realized that Ghina was not comfortable with the commotion.

"No papa Ma'am. If I feel dizzy, the noise is more dizzy. But, if it's normal, it's not."

"You dizzy?" ask Nafisah to worry.

Ghina nodded.

"Fath, look inside the rich dashboard there is a stock of drugs there," pointed Nafisah.

"Kadaluarsa kaya," said Fatih.

"Uh, look at it first."

Fatih checked it, then thrust it into Nafisah.

"Yes has expired. Five yards from here there's a dispensary, stop right there Fath."

"Hm."

"Why? not buying medicine?" fatih asked so that the two women in the back seat did not budge in the least.

"Basic! sensitive dong, you who came down. Buy headache medicine. Oh yes, buy the drink do not forget," decak Nafisah.

"Nyesel I'll go with you if it ends up being babu" said Fatih and immediately got out of the car.