The Young Married
Wedding Dresses

"Nyesel I'll go with you if it ends up being babu" said Fatih and immediately got out of the car. After buying Ghina's medicine and mineral water, she returned to the car and found her brother smiling mischievously at her.

"Thank you my dear sister," said Nafisah and shuffled Fatih's hair.

"Get aside, break my hair later," Fatih snorted as she brushed off Nafisah's hand from her head.

"Just be proud, until the end of the world will not be able to be an ambassador for other shampoos" he said

"Innalillah, what a cravings ummi to mingle with a child like you," annoyed Fatih and looked at his sister irritated. If there were no Ghina, he would probably have cursed and pinched his sister.

"Drink Na," Nafisah said and handed over headache medicine to his future brother-in-law. Ghina smiled faintly, her hand received the medicine and instantly drank it.

"Thank you Ma'am" said Ghina, massaging her head and leaning her body against the car seat.

Fatih's running the car engine again. They returned silent. However, Nafisah again broke the silence.

"Fath, what school is Ghina at?" ask Nafisah.

"I don't want to comment" Fatih replied.

"Ih, bummer. It must be so graceful and calm that your throat is dry, confused as to what you want to know about Ghina haha." The breath laughs until its pure white teeth are seen. But, looking at Ghina who closed her eyes, she let down her laughing voice.

Fatih parked the car right in the yard of a boutique that was familiar to him. From the brand that is plastered hanging over the glass door alone shows who the owner is. Boutique Nafisah.

"This is Ma'am himself managing?" asked Ghina as soon as they walked into a minimalist creamy building.

"It was helped by employees," said Nafisah while holding Ghina's hand.

"Sleeping?" ghina asked that made him pinch Ghina's cheek slowly.

"Well, my dear sister, it's Sunday. Yes, I have the same employee. Let them be full time," replied Breath with a smile. He led Ghina towards some menekin who had attached a beautiful wedding dress with an elegant model.

Ghina chuckled softly.

"Stand up since when?" ask Ghina again. She touched one of the dresses and took it off again. Actually he is less interested, maybe because the marriage he will live is coercion.

"Five years. Alhamdulillah, nasyid Islamic chanter Ceng Ridho has been here for fitting wedding clothes." Nafisah said proudly, he surrounded some menekin, then rubbed the attached cloth.

"Really Ma'am?" tanya Ghina enthusiastically. Who doesn't know about the province's famous chanter? his Rohis friends often mention his name and even compete to pray that Ceng Ridho will be their soul mate.

"Yes, among many famous boutiques in Banjarmasin, he even chose to come here, ' explained Nafisah.

"Peel my feet" chirped one of the gender-different men himself. He observed only Ghina and Nafisah talking.

"Yes sit down" said Nafisah. Her eyes were still around her dress. He was so impressed with his own creation.

"So right away, I'm wasting my time," annoyed Fatih who was replied with giggles by Nafisah. While Ghina, ignore the presence of Fatih and look at the existing dress.

"Ciye is impatient." Nafisah glanced mischievously at the Sister who looked at him lazily. "Just a minute, I'm gonna get you another dress. Limited anyway," said Nafisah, turning to Ghina who just nodded slowly. After Nafisah's departure to his private room, Fatih and Ghina remained silent.

"Well you have a headache?" fatih asked and approached Ghina who was holding lace in one of the dresses. Ghina turned her head and found Fatih looking at her. Soon, Ghina threw her face the other way.

"Yes," replied Ghina briefly. She moved away a little and moved to another dress.

"Fatih," call Ghina. Fatih who was staring out the window just muttered back at Ghina.

"Hm."

"You don't tell our friends if we marry?" ask Ghina. For some reason, he is not ready if someone finds out about their marriage. Enough teachers in school. But, if the news remained circulating, he could not dismiss it either. Not an impossible thing, suddenly one school knows if he is married.

"For what? after all this is a closed marriage," Fatih replied casually.

"Good." Ghina breathed a sigh of relief.

"You don't want to, if one school knows?" it was Fatih who made Ghina turn her head towards him. They are now standing at a safe distance.

"It's not a problem" Ghina's speech was cut off as Fatih interrupted.

"You're afraid someone knows you're married?" ask Fatih again. Ghina gulped, she cursed her own stupidity, she regretted not just saying Fatih. He even rectified it and made Fatih suspect that she did not want someone very important for her to know about her marriage to Fatih.

Ghina wondered if Fatih knew there was someone she liked? or maybe the man already knew it?

"Trainer, Ghina!" the call from Nafisah kept Ghina safe from intimidation questions from Fatih. Her eyes pretended to be happy when she saw her future Sister-in-law carrying two wedding dresses and after a suit that was so beautiful and Ghina could make sure, it was expensive.

"Fath, you choose a suit that you feel is suitable" Nafisah said as she handed over two suits to Fatih. The man accepted it with resignation.

"Wearing anything, I fit in," said a confused Fatih who wanted to choose which one. He likes everything, according to him whatever is attached to his body is certainly automatically looks good on his body.

"Cillions first!" the agitated cry of Nafisah and made Fatih snort.

"Na, which one do you like?" ask Nafisah while offering two dresses.

"Or do you like the one on this page?" tanya Nafisah pointed at some of the dresses attached in the menekin.

"Ehm, I don't really know the style of the wedding dress, so ask for advice from Mbak, which is good," said Ghina, because after all he thought everything was good. It's just that her mood is not good, making her not so enthusiastic for the selection of wedding dresses.

"Try this one." Nafisah handed over one of the dresses that she said was limited. Ghina.

"Later you score Fath, how?" ask Nafisah while showing the dress that Ghina chose

"Okay, my eyes are dirty later," said Fatih flipping towards the living room leaving two women looking at each other.

"Well, we haven't seen each other yet" Fatih said. He leaned on the sofa. Massaging his head without trying the suit that was thrust Nafisah.

"Haha, Na. Fatih is very dreamy. Before the wedding has been very caring for her," praise Nafisah to the sister, "yes, there you go in, change this dress. Khimarang gapapa do not need to be replaced," Nafisah instruction and push slowly Ghina's shoulder into the dressing room.

It didn't take long for Ghina. He immediately came out with a dress dangling down with an erratic face. For some reason, he felt nervous that Fatih would judge his performance. Why does he feel that way?

Nafisah pulled Ghina's hand slowly into the living room. Fatih's eyes closed as soon as she heard the commotion.

"Where's Fath?" ask Nafisah with a cheerful face. He hoped that his brother's judgment did not disappoint. Fatih just glanced lazily towards the dress that Ghina was wearing. While Ghina, trying to turn to the middle room, to stay away from Fatih's view. Honey, Nafisah's hand held her.

"Faath! dumb even!" hardik Nafisah so that the Sister did not respond to him.

"All the dresses here are beautiful," Fatih commented with her and blinded Nafisah's eyes.

"Oh you, you mean that Ghinaya is good not to wear this?!" furious Nafisah. Fatih snorted and closed her eyes again.

"I like it" Fatih said, shaking her hand to throw away the two women who suddenly upset her. After all, after asking for her opinion, women must choose another that suits their heart. Yes, Fatih knew that, because when he followed Nafisah shopping for clothes, surely his brother asked for his opinion, but chose another.

"What kind of dress does she like?" goda Nafisah and make Fatih feel like throwing his brother with his shoes. But, he broke it.

"Ck, look at it yet. Yes, I think this is beautiful and fitting for you who are still unyu-unyu," said Nafisah anxious and pinched Ghina's cheek.

"Thank you Ma'am" Ghina said sincerely.

After fitting the wedding dress, they decided to go straight back to Kyai Zhafran's house.

"Sir, I want to go home immediately, yes" intercepted Ghina before Fatih's car walked towards the boarding school. Fatih saw two women in the back seat of the rear-view mirror.

"Not to the pesantren first?" ask Nafisah disappointed.

"No Ma'am" refused Ghina.

"Well, I still want to talk to you. Pahadal did not papa also play in the pesantren, 'kan sunday."

"Pengen break Mbak, sorry yes. Next time." Ghina looked for excuses even though she was uncomfortable. But, he did not want to linger a single frame of life with Fatih.

"Well, there's still plenty of time to see you." Nafisah pinched Ghina's nose. "Good health until day H" he said. Ghina just nodded.

"God willing."

"If I can." Ghina's mind is claustrophobic. However, it is the marriage problem that some time ago disturbed his mind and heart. Moreover, when he realized the fact that he would be increasingly 'impossible' to be with someone who had filled his heart.

Ghina went down in front of her yard. He waved at Nafisah, but ignored Fatih. That man doesn't care about him either.

His phone rang, making Ghina reach into the rectangular object from the sling bag he was carrying.

Ilham Pradipta

The name always brings unusual talk. Ghina could not deny, that even though she was like staying away from Inspiration or disliking the presence of the man, but secretly she put a sense. Maybe it is hypocritical, but at least, only he and God know his feelings for the man who managed to melt his heart. Since becoming head of rohis.

Ilham Pradipta :

Don't get distracted by something we can't change. Focus on something we can change

A chat message in the form of encouraging quotes from Ilham. Indeed, it was always Ghina get though often Ghina just read and do not reply. But, this time his fingers were shameless. Typing something there, he wanted to actually throw the contents of the heart at someone, but he realized, he was not worthy of it.

Ghina: What if something we can't change hurts us?

Imran: You may like something, but God hates it. You may not like something, but God likes it. God knows you are not.

A reply in the form of a quote from one of the Qur'an verses from Ilham, makes the clear circle drip. Ilham did not know, how something that Ghina did not like right now had to sacrifice her love for Ilham.

Inspiration: Is there a problem?

Ghina : No. Sometimes, that happens. The position where, we hate something so much, never want it. But, want not to. We gotta do it.

Inspiration: If it's a good thing, then, don't hesitate to start. It could be that God is praising you through that problem. Blaming our circumstances, we condemn God's destiny.

Ghina: Thanks ustadz

Inspiration: I get swept away

Ghina: Chief rohis, kok lebai.

Inspiration: Human rights dong. Hm, can you call Renata? for the speaker, the division has not yet set its name. Worried, they blm contact ustadznya.

This is what Ghina likes from Inspiration. He can joke, but not overdo it and can also be serious at the same time. Never talk too long. Even though, his joy like he was being pointed out blatantly, still the man was able to keep his distance from getting too close to him.

Ghina: I'll tell her later.

Inspiration: Okay

After that, the conversation stopped. However, there was one chat in and made Ghina's face suddenly upset and it felt like she wanted to curse the man if he was in front of her.

Bunny Nyebelin: I assure you, he was the first to know our wedding 😜

"What does he mean?" inner Ghina.

"Don't, he knows?" Ghina shut her mouth.