The Young Married
In-law

Home decor in-laws is simple and soothing, from where he just sat he can still see the Orchid flowers dangling in place just above the elongated wooden shelf, he said, blocking the bathroom located outside.

Right in front of the wooden shelf, there is a room size 3x3 specifically used for Mother-in-law work that is blocked by the wall to separate from the living room containing a sofa and television.

Fatih had been sitting on the couch for almost two hours. The stubborn girl still kekeh did not want to be invited to study together. With resignation, rather than expulsion, finally Fatih just assented.

Some books with the title Prediction UN are scattered on the table. Also the pages about the former generation of years ago that he took in the library. The laptop is still on, is serving the Windows installation process through the Virtual Box application.

There was a greeting from outside, also the sound of a clanking key and before long a middle-aged woman appeared from there.

"Well, how alone is it, son? Where's ghina?" ask Fatih's mother-in-law.

The man wearing a tee shirt with slightly messy hair just smiled. "She wanted to rest in Mom's room, she said."

"But, isn't her husband here, why is he going to the room anyway? oh Allah Ghina." Narsih seemed to shake his head, he put some paper bags on the dining room table which was directly connected to the kitchen.

"No papa ma'am, Ghina is also a soybean. Kasian also, actually if tomorrow is not UN, it is better to be total at home," explained Fatih then take care of all her belongings scattered everywhere.

"Aren't you allowed to drink?" asked Narsih with enlarged eyes. "Duh, I'm sorry son, I'm not feeling well with your daughter's behavior" Sighed Narsih and took a glass and brewed tea.

"No need to bother Mom, I want to go home soon too. It was just Ghina. Fear he needs any trouble because the road is still using a stick," rejected Fatih smooth.But his mother-in-law shook her head.

"No, you drink first, eat first the snacks," said Narsih who has provided drinks and cake at the table.

Fatih smiled faintly, Her mother-in-law was so kind to her. "Thank you, ma'am" he said.

Narsih smiled back, he observed the activities of his son-in-law. Looking at it from top to bottom and making Fatih embarrassed herself. Feeling being judged.

"Son," call Narsih.

"Yes, Mom."

"Definitely Ghina was rude to you?" asked her mother-in-law seriously, immediately Fatih choked, can not be rejected again, her throat felt sore.

Narsih smiled at the behavior of her daughter-in-law. "No papa, be honest. You must be surprised to see how he behaves outside of school?" guess her mother-in-law and it's true that's exactly what Fatih felt. Ghina in school does tend to be cold, flat face, likes to reprimand without further ado, and rarely smiles, but behind it she is a girl who is attentive to the circumstances around. Not letting things go wrong.

But, after seeing the girl's behavior at home, it was not only flat and cold, but the talk was also more spicy than reprimanding at school, he said almost always rude even though not slovenly, not as handsome as the clothes he wears, and stubborn as he asks for forgiveness. Yeah, Fatih admitted it all.

"If you correct the person's ugliness, there will be no end, ma'am," said Fatih honestly. He was not trying to pretend to exaggerate or praise Ghina's behavior in front of his mother. "But, each person has their own shortcomings and advantages. I, will accept everything from my wife, if the wrong thing continues to be done, I inshaa God will try to straighten it out. And whatever good he does, may I imitate and learn from him."

The reply from Fatih made Narsih's clear eyes glazed over. His heart was so happy to hear how mature his daughter-in-law was. He felt that it was absolutely not wrong to choose Fatih as a companion of his child who lacked the affection of both Husband and himself.

"For example, Ghina makes you angry, what are you going to do?" ask Narsih. He must ensure this first, because the past experience that still haunts him is about the wrath of a husband towards his wife. Yes, he was already very tired of how rude the men he used to love and so gentle when they were before marriage, but after marriage, his real habits turned out to be the opposite.

"Controlling anger depends on each person. It is difficult to be angry, especially in our current age, the mind is also immature, selfish. Only, what I emphasize to myself is, when angry, then remember to whom I am angry, she is my wife, the person I should glorify and treat her should be in the ma'ruf way. Even though I understand, angry with anyone, still not allowed to happen zolim.

If indeed, what makes me angry is because of his unbelief or his insistence on God, maybe, I will use the way of Sharia to deal with a nusyuz wife. Wallahu a'lam Ma'am, I'm an ordinary man, can't guess the future. I might say this today, but who knows. Obviously, I'm just begging you to do'a from Mom, hopefully I can take care of my wife."

Narsih increasingly glazed, even the clear circle just escaped from the eye fertilizer. It was so unexpected, the young man before him was so firm, gentle and mature. How could such words come out of his mouth?

"You, really-baner accepted this marriage?" ask Narsih again. He had to completely solidify his heart to release his son later for Fatih.

"Ikhlas or not, it is a matter of the heart. Me, just trying to make the choices I made myself, ma'am" Fatih replied. It was true, at first he couldn't accept it. Even, he believes, teenagers out there who have the fate of having to be married forcibly like himself, will also find it difficult to be able to make peace with what happened.

But, if it is continuously confined in coercion, then what is the fate of the household in the future? is everything that happens is just coercion? forced to serve, forced to have children, forced to be a father and mother and forced to others.

"Thank you son, I'd like to accept Ghina as your wife. All you have to know is that he suffered severe trauma" said Narsih Pilu. The breath goes up and down. He tried not to cry in front of his daughter-in-law.

"He hated his father. Because, he often watched his father do rough. Hope you understand it, son. Mom, want you to take care of him. I don't want to, he's got the same guy as his dad."

Fatih was stunned to hear her mother-in-law's explanation. It turned out that all this time, Ghina had been secretly traumatized. He recalled the incident when Lukman almost slapped the girl's face, his lips twitched but did not shed tears. Could it be that Ghina was scared?

"So, that's why he fainted on the toilet too ma'am?" ask Fatih.

"Yes son, he never wanted to go to his father's place. And, because of your marriage, finally forced, she had to go there. Although, he said fine, but it was not as well. She must just want to make Mom, trust her again. At that time, I was very angry with him, because of your photo. So, Ghina's trying to do whatever it takes to get Mom's anger down."

"Ghina's a good boy ma'am. I'm sure he may not feel well" Fatih said.

"If there's a bad thing about him, and you're having a hard time talking to me, tell me."

"Yes Ma'am," Fatih replied, then placed the drink on her glass. It was time for him to go home, there were other things he had to do in Abinya's Pesantren.

"You have a job, right? why would you want to go home?" narsih asked as Fatih was already wearing her jacket.

"Yes Ma'am, there's a schedule for Zuhur's work."

"Oh that, yes have said hello to Ummi same Kyai, I apologize can not love anything."

"No papa ma'am, I'll tell you."

He checked his phone, on the Whatsapp screen there is already the name of someone who is able to make his lips lift up.

Inspiration: Have you gone home?

Inspiration: Busy, huh Na?

Inspiration: Sorry to disturb. About yesterday's talk, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that.

Ghina read the message and recalled the conversation via chat with Ilham while still in the hospital. Ilham said he was worried about Ghina's situation and wanted to see her every day, but she forbade him and asked why. But, without Ghina expecting it, Ilham admitted his true feelings instead.

I know this can't be. But, I like you Na. I won't make you answer. Lagian dating' is illegal. I just can't stand the feeling, the fear, the illness.

After reading the message, Ghina did not reply again and perhaps Ilham thought that the girl was angry with him. Though not. In his little heart, there was a sense of pleasure that engulfed in his heart, when he found out that it was not wrong that he suspected Ilham liked him. However, Ghina himself will still hold firm to his principle of not dating.

Me: I just got home this morning. Keep learning and sleeping.

He saw, suddenly the status of online Inspiration. The man may have been waiting for his reply.

Inspiration: Do not force your brain. Better, take a break. God willing, I believe Ghina Izzati is capable of doing those things.

Me : What if? I don't want my grades to be ordinary. The target is still, dapet champion 1-3 in one of the tested maples. Also, who knows who will be considered later when I go to college.

Ghina has indeed discussed her intention to enter school through the free path in Ilham. The man also turned out to want so, even their campus is the same. Isn't the chance to mate getting closer?

Inspiration: UN values will not be entered for PDSS charging. What matters is our rapot value.

Me : Yep is right. Just drop it, the chairman's target.

Inspiration: Yes, I give up.

Me : Pray that we can enter the line for free

Inspiration: Surely, I also want to. About yesterday, I'm sorry🙏

Me : Gapapa, chief is also human. Khilaf.

Inspiration: 5th Syukron ukhty

Me : Same

Next day. All classes are in place and seats are neatly arranged. Each room contained twenty students. The first day that was tested was Bahasa Indonesia.

Ghina had already put her test card in her veil. Beautiful pin with butterfly model that makes the card plastered sweet there. But, he had to be patient and careful, because this was his first day of school with a cane.

Imran had actually offered to drive him early in the morning. But Ghina refused. That guy must be very busy with his job. He did not want Imran to be unprofessional. After delivering his favorite young Mango, the man immediately went again to his Mess.

Before Fatih picked him up, Ghina had already sent a message first.

Me: Don't pick up. Today, I'm going to take the angkot.

Rabbit Nyebelin: You will have bad luck. I'll pick you up.

Me: I said no. You know, surely other students leave early in the morning too. This time we could not escape their sight.

Rabbit Nyebelin: I will bring Abi's car.

Me: I said no. What will they say, I'm like you one car?

Rabbit Nyebelin: Say it, give it a cane.

Me : No. The point!

Ghina got off the angkot carefully. He had also previously warned his driver not to slow down to drive, because today, Ghina will test. Mr. Driver vigorously and safely drove his vehicle. He also did not want, school children late for the National Examination.

In front of the gate, Renata was already waiting anxiously. When from a distance seen a girl walking limped, he immediately ran over.

"Na, oh God. I'm really worried about you" Renata said. "How do I help you?" tanyanya panic.

"Look, I'm getting used to using a stick" Ghina said.

"Yes, here I bring your bag," said Renata, who had a headband from Ghina.

"Don't, the bag isn't heavy either. Let's sneak in, let's make room, right?" ask Ghina. Renata nodded.

As he and Renata were about to enter a room. His eyes suddenly sat face to face with a person's shady netra. Ghina felt her heart was not okay.