The Young Married
Almost Late

Ghina had no intention of replying to Fatih's Whatsapp messages, though her mind was suddenly confused. He felt anxious that the man knew someone whom Ghina was secretly admiring.

After saying hello, Ghina went into the house with her face bent and of course Imran who was busy watching television, realized the look on his sister's face.

"Why is his face so rich in doormats?" imran asked, his eyes still focused on the rectangular screen in front of him that was displaying the news.

Ghina just grunted softly at her sister's question. He was lazy to serve a man who was six years older than him.

"Where's mom?" Ghina asked back, now replace Imran who snorted because the younger brother ignored his devotion.

"The same handsome man was answered. Wh why? not exciting yes was the clothes fitting of the bride?" guess Imran.

Ghina sat down on the sofa next to Imran.

"Yes that, tired," replied Ghina, he leaned his head on the head of the sofa. "Mother where?" ask again.

"There's in the room, exhausted from the herbal medicine candidate besan," replies Imran.

"Sister, if I get married, who helps you at home?" Ghina looked at Imran seriously, her face turning sad. Right, if he had married and lived with Fatih, how would his mother be alone at home?

Imran turned his head, looking at his sister fixedly. "Sister's getting married soon, let Mom have her friend."

"Huh? really?" asked Ghina in disbelief, she straightened her body.

"Yes, once you're legitimate. Brother must immediately apply for your sister-in-law candidate," replied Imran casually.

"Sister, are you sure you're ready?" Not doubting my brother. It's just, he was worried Imran hastily married because so that Mother is not alone at home.

"For Worship, what is not? Nor can you allow me to be alone at home after your departure."

Ghina let out a heavy sigh, then left Imran. At least, there was relief in his heart, that later when it was time to live with Fatih, his mother was not lonely.

After Zuhur's prayer, Ghina contacted Renata, but the girl was inactive. His finger repeatedly typed the message. The bed creaked slightly as the girl slammed the body on it.

To Renatul :

Ren

Uy

Whereareyou?

Eh?

What was?

"Where is he? the tumbent is inactive?" ask Ghina to herself.

Ghina looked at the ceiling of her room. Somehow he suddenly thought about how Imran dragged Sella and Lukman to BK. Speaking of Sella, after the girl was summoned to BK, never again reprimanded Ghina. Ah, stupid with that, Ghina doesn't want to think about it.

I want to take a nap, but I can't. Ghina walked towards the window, she observed a sunflower plant that poked almost into the room. Beneath it was a row of Lily flowers that began to wither due to the shock of the solar light.

On his study table facing the window, there was a goal he wanted to realize immediately.

"Flower Love Story"

Ghina wanted to run a florist shop with the name on it. He wants to make his business as a way for people to express love and affection for those closest to him. Ah, it looks like fun.

His eyes glanced towards the calendar which was like looking at him. Then, move on to a date where he and Fatih will have a wedding.

"March Twenty. Means thirty days from now," murmured Ghina softly. His hand reached into one of the pink pens, he crossed the date. But, don't give him any evidence.

"For the first time I want this date to disappear from the calendar" he said.

"Sunflower, you know." Ghina stuck out her hand to touch the yellow flower petals.

"Life is a choice. And as it turns out, I chose to agree to marry him. Can I sincerely leave the taste that has already stopped? what if I can't?" tanyakanya.

"Life is funny. Playing with humans often. Not to torture, but to teach them to smile. Aren't you?" Ghina spoke to herself with a wry smile. He felt the world playing with his heart. I don't know until when he doesn't know. Would the world teach her to smile someday? somehow again.

Monday has always been a frightening specter for some students. Because, those who were late that day did not hesitate to stand in the middle of the field. In addition to the punishment exhibition for the late, also for students who during the week were caught carrying a cell phone for no reason, carrying a makeup kit, and smoking in school.

"Nana bobo!"

"Trainer?" his inner.

Ghina cuek duck, he chose to sit at the opposite end of the man's seat.

This morning there were a lot of passengers and stopped several times. Ghina decided to recite all the way, she prayed in her heart that it would not be too late.

After twenty minutes, angkot pulled over in front of Fatih's ATK store. Immediately, Ghina descended and glanced to the left and right sides, but she did not find any other students running around. That means he was the last to come. He was running a little, but from behind came someone who was chasing him.

"Lady bobo!" call the man with the radiant face. And what call was that? Ghina was very upset by the call that the man had gotten out of nowhere.

"You're curious, don't I know where that person came from?" asked Fatih, he kept running slowly. But his steps were more than a few meters in front of Ghina

"Bodo. Not sure you know that person" Ghina replied.

"That means there is someone. Though I was just guessing yesterday," said Fatih who felt his guess yesterday was right. There was someone Ghina secretly liked.

"It's none of your business, Fath. Cepet run, later again," said Ghina upset and trying to race Fatih who was in front of him, but the man deliberately shifted to the right and left to block the run.

"Let's be late, later we stand in the middle of the field both," teased Fatih and made Ghina feel like hitting him if possible. But, in fact, it can't.

Hearing Fatih's words, Ghina glared sharply.

"Surge Fath, or I kick your leg!" ghina threatened to make Fatih laugh.

"Kick it if you can" challenged Fatih.

Ghina did not reply again, choosing silence rather than tired of serving Fatih. From his current distance, he could see Mr. Samson was already moving the gate slowly.

"Fath, spout! that gate's gonna be closed!" ghina shouted and made Fatih run faster.

Only a few meters away the gate was closed, but Fatih's hand was able to hold it.

"Samson Sir! we're not late, are we?" ask Fatih ngos

"Almost, step aside," cast out Mr. Samson who was upset that his activities had stalled.

"Back dong, wait for the girl first, let her in," intercept Fatih who was still standing in the middle of the gate.

Ghina ran with a gasp of breath, thanking Mr. Samson for giving her the opportunity to enter. As for Fatih, he was already standing leisurely while folding his hands in front of his chest.

"Come on," Fatih said like a commanding tone.

"This is because of you Fath," Ghina annoyed while still squatting her body.

"Well, blame me anyway. Who is a turtle? most bobo is you," Fatih sneered.

Ghina glanced cynically,

"Based on a hare snob," he flipped back.

"Rabbit?" fatih's smile expanded but with eyebrows linked. The bunny? is that Ghina's latest title for her?

Ghina left Fatih behind. He reached into his bag, put his tie with the origin inside the hood.

"Hey wife-to-be! wait me!"

Ghina was stunned for a moment, adjusting her hunting breath. He was wailing, hopefully no one heard Fatih call him that.

"What the hell does he want, want to announce that I'm his wife-to-be to the whole school?" ghina's inner annoyance. But, he continued his steps, did not want to be legal in the middle of the field because he chose to serve Fatih.

As Ghina turned from the hallway between the 1st grade TKR class and the computer lab, she was surprised by the presence of Ilham who was neat with his hat and tie. It seemed like the man was on patrol to check if any students were still wandering outside.

"Now came Na?" ask with a serious face. Ghina, who was still bored, nodded. He tried to set his breath to be calm in front of Inspiration.

"Yes have joined immediately, soon the ceremony will begin. Oh yeah, put your bags on the front porch of the big lab," said Ilham.

"So the master of ceremonies?" asked Ghina for a moment. Ilham.

While Fatih who saw the conversation of the two, smiled meaningfully.