The Young Married
Ijab

Ghina paced back and forth while biting her lower lip. His eyes are difficult to close even though many times he read the do'a before going to bed as well as the verse of the chair. Tomorrow, he must prepare physically and mentally to meet someone who makes nightmares present almost every night.

The cell phone notification reads. Tumben, it's eleven o'clock in the evening. Who would dare to chat with him. Ghina snorted softly as she saw Fatih's name on the screen.

Rabbit Nyebelin: Surely can't sleep, right?

Me: It's natural to sleep late, there's still something I have to do.

Rabbit Nyebelin: Ah time'? there is no try out this week.

Me: Who said I was doing this again. Cih, pretentious to be psychic. Suddenly, I got sleepy.

Rabbit Nyebelin: Oh so from just now wait for my chat as a bedtime?

Me: Read

The door was knocked, apparently the brother. Imran knows Ghina cannot sleep.

"How Na, can you meet him?” imran asked Ghina who was still stuck with her face facing the mirror. From that sad expression, Imran seemed to know that his sister was not okay.

Ghina turned her head, smiling wryly, “want how else? he's alive, I can't make Brother a guardian.” Ghina sighed. “Maybe it's my destiny to do a marriage contract at lapas.”

“Because we can not choose which parents are born. One thing we must remember, for our next generation, is never to repeat the same. You believe Fatih can be a good priest to you, right?" imran asked to confirm how confident Ghina was with Fatih. Because he himself understood, his sister was still too young to get married. He was afraid that Ghina and Fatih would marry only to hurt each other.

“Before, I thought marriage using gini way does not make sense. But, if Fatih does not mess with this marriage, then I will try.”

Hearing Ghina's reply, Imran was a little more relieved.

“You like her?” imran asked that made Ghina snort.

“What question is it? obviously I never liked him.”

“Terus?” Eyebrow Imran linked.

“What? the reason I want to marry her?” ask Ghina cynically.

“For the sake of keeping the good name of the pesantren. Because I'm involved in worsening his image. Young marriage is not easy. Moreover there is a feeling I must take care of.”

“If in your heart there is another. I hope you can throw it away." Imran pointed at Ghina's chest.

“I'm trying again. According to Brother, how would a man feel if betrayed?” ask Ghina. He turned his seat to face Imran who was sitting on his bed

“You are not in any relationship, should not feel betrayed ‘kan?” imran asked, instead of Ghina and her loved ones not being halal, not tied to anything, so why feel betrayed?

“But, I feel so betrayed by someone. Never imagined, if he would come to bed."

"Yes throw that feeling out, right?" it was Imran who made Ghina throw away her face.

"Well, isn't it? you guys are not halal yet, he also did not come to the house to lamar," said Imran with reasonable reasons.

“Kak," call Ghina.

“Hm.”

“What if I'm not strong?”

“Ghina Izzati definitely strong.”

“Not about me. Mom, how?”

“He will be strong for his son.”

“Mother has changed so much, sometimes I feel far away.”

“Not so. Mom is in time to heal herself. We are too. Self healing it takes time.”

“I still hate him to this day, what should I do when I look him in the eye?” asked Ghina who was once again afraid that tomorrow she would meet someone she hated.

“Do not think of anything.” Imran embraces that fragile body, “don't let him read your heart.” Imran patted Ghina's shoulder.

“I'll try.”

Both Ghina and Fatih's families are now in a courtyard in the Jorong area. There, Ghina's father was detained for about five years due to domestic violence.

Ghina repeatedly squeezed Imran's hand, while to her left, her arm was held by her mother. They continued walking in the hallway, until they entered a room. Apparently, Fatih was already dealing with a man wearing prisoner clothes with a peci on his head. There were also the rulers, two men as witnesses and the Fatih family consisting of Kyai Zhafran, Ummi Zainab, Maheer, Nafisah and another man whom Ghina had never seen before.

His eyes were bowed deeply, he did not want to meet the man.

The two families greeted each other and shook hands.

"Sit Nak" the mother said, sitting Ghina in one of the chairs, right behind Fatih. But their distance remains far apart.

"Well, can we start?" ask penghulu. And when everyone nodded, finally the kabul event began.

Suddenly everything went dark for Ghina Izzati. He fainted in his place.

Ghina had just regained consciousness from fainting when the clock showed at eleven o'clock in the afternoon. All the families gathered at one of the nearby hospitals, where Ghina was rushed due to sudden unconsciousness. According to the doctor's diagnosis, Ghina suffered severe trauma symptoms and that's what caused the girl to faint at the sight of something that made her remember events in the past.

"Mother," call Ghina as she opens her eyes. Narsih, who was still shedding tears, immediately hugged Ghina.

"Mother is here, son," she said.

Imran who saw Ghina's condition only fell silent with a sad face. Like wanting to cry, but trying on the shelf.

"Have you felt better, son?" ask Umm Zainab to Ghina.

Ghina simply nodded, her eyes turning to someone who had now officially become her husband. They stared for a moment, but Ghina threw her face the other way.

After Zuhr and Ghina's condition had improved, the two families left for Kyai Zhafran's residence to welcome some invited guests.

The atmosphere of pesantren is always able to cool the heart. Ghina who has never sip at all education model like that it feels like it would be very desirable, but after graduating from Elementary School, there is absolutely no thought Ghina will enter the pesantren. .

After talking and eating with Kyai's guests, Ghina's family and Fatih held a special conversation in the living room.

However, only the old people were chatting ria. But Ghina felt sorry for Imran who was occasionally teased because until now had not proposed to his idol, even though his sister was married. Imran responded in an elegant and cool way.

“Finding the best is impossible. Only God knows what is good for me. But at least, do not forget the selection process with the standards in the sharia," explained Imran with a smile.

“Truely Nak, indeed to be considered. Although this marriage seemed forced but I believed in Fatih, he was able to become a good household priest. Hopefully he is the right companion for Nak Ghina" Ummi Zainab said, staring at Ghina.

“We hope Ghina is also so Mr. Kyai. Inshaa Allah his son is good, it's just his childish attitude, understand it like that," added Narsih.

Kyai Zafran and Ummi Zainab laughed. Ghina was only silent while occasionally stealing glances at Fatih, the man only occasionally smiled as he sipped his tea, very elegant. His attitude is like an adult. Even sitting side by side with Imran he did not seem nervous.

“You two if you want to chat together please,” said Ummi Zainab. Then Ghina looked up to shake her head but Fatih's voice preceded her.

“Iya Ummi, I want to talk to Ghina for a minute.”

“Over time no papa, you are already husband and wife.” It was the first line of temptation for the two after marriage.

Ghina's reddened face held in shame because of her mother-in-law's words, then she moved from there and followed Fatih's steps that hinted Ghina to follow her.

As they walked alone, more precisely Ghina became his tail, passing by the santri. Ghina was shocked when the students greeted Fatih with reverence. Ghina guessed, the age of the students just stepped on Junior High and there are also the same age as SD children.

It turns out that a Fatih who ‘less ngajar’ if in school, can be so respected in the pesantren environment. And after we talked a lot, I learned that he was one of the teachers at his father's boarding school.

“Where are you going?” ghina asked annoyed that Fatih's move did not stop.

“Cute aja.”

Fatih's steps came to a halt in front of a large gazebo. The location is actually behind Kyai's house, only Fatih walked around through the dormitory of the students.

"Did he deliberately show off his wife?" inner Ghina.

But judging from the fenced place, Ghina guessed, this environment is specifically for family relaxation. Fatih sat on the chair, Ghina just followed.

“You didn't papa ‘kan with the requirement?"

“You mean about us not being home?” ask Ghina

“Iya.”

“From the beginning 'is indeed I the ngajuin. You know ‘kan I still can't accept. It all happened suddenly. Even though I know that marriage is okay, even worth worship. But it feels too fast. That's why I require that we don't go home first.”

“But I will often visit your house," joked Fatih with his hand propping up his chin. Staring at Ghina with a whimper.

“Ih does anyway. Don't bother. I don't need your visit" Ghina refused.

“We will see later," said Fatih relaxed.

“Don't mess around, I don't want to know if we're married" Ghina threatened. "If not, watch out."

“Ngak can do it dong. Obviously we are husband and wife, haha.” Fatih laughed loudly while holding her own stomach.

“Fatih!” peekik Ghina who was able to stop his laughter

“Canda." Fatih showed me the peace. "But the husband and wife joked, my reward, "he continued and immediately made Ghina pull out her fist.

The ringing of the phone made Ghina switch from staring at Fatih. Renata called.

“Wa'alaikumussalam what's up Ren? have I told you I'm busy today?" ghina asked the day before she said she could not help Renata sell and she asked the girl not to call her because she would be busy with activities at home.

“You married Fatih?!” guess Renata with a slightly upset tone and I don't know.

Hearing a question from Renata, Ghina immediately looked at Fatih who was holding back laughter.