The Young Married
03

“Argh. God fucking. Who cheats gini. Just be careful if the person is.”

Fatih stared intently at the two-story building opposite her class. Only tricked by a multipurpose court - a basketball field that was once used as a Voly and Futsal field - From there he could see four men whining.

As for Ghina, she was still shocked by the embarrassing incident earlier. And chose to go in, not wanting to discuss it. Moreover, Fatih had already said earlier if not accidentally. It's true, it was too sudden.

There was a swipe of fast-running shoes, Ghina looked up from the door. Fatih had already run towards the TKR building. Some of the students standing there were no more.

Fatih ran down the hallway with a breath of frenzy. His hands were clenched, he wanted to hit anyone who dared to do such a thing. Honey, he lost fast. The four men descended from the stairs and stepped into the hallway opposite to him

"Damn!" as Fatih said when he was the one who suddenly hgerem and did not climb the stairs.

"Woi!" call Fatih, keep chasing.

"Campus you Fatih!" shouted one of the students in uniform majoring TKR who can still be heard by Fatih's ears. His hand put his phone in his pants pocket. His face was satisfied.

They are still chasing until the parking lot located right behind the Heavy Equipment building. The school grounds have two. One in the back of the Lab building, two in the back of the Heavy Equipment building.

Drum

The sound of two motorcycles running around, they were laughing and just squealing towards Fatih who was staring at them annoyed.

"Haha, our business is not finished yet! tomorrow again bye!" a student named Lukman.

"Notice you guys!" hiss Fatih restrained.

Fatih rubbed her face rough. What the Lukman gang are planning for him. Then, that incident. Did they use the incident to make fun of him?

"Huh." Fatih took a rough breath, he immediately got on his N-max motorcycle and sauntered away leaving the school parking lot.

Arriving in front of the gate as a gate to the boarding school Abinya. Fatih slows down the vehicle. Seen santri the same age of SMP and SD children passed by. There are also those who are teaching in the amben kobongnya. Abinya is indeed the owner of the pesantren which is not so much santriinya. Only about a hundred people. It has a kobong (santri bed) of ten rooms. The mosque is located right next to the kobong.

He parked his motorcycle under a shady Mango tree, just to the right of his house.

He immediately went into the house after greeting.

No one answered his greetings. Because Abinya is having an event at Babussalam boarding school in Kintap. As for his Umminya, he did not know of his existence. Maybe in the kitchen. He went straight to the room and checked his phone.

His hand is sliding the screen. His eyes grew bigger looking at the picture that was plastered there.

"I guessed it." Fatih put herself in bed.

"It's a big deal. Fucking lukman!" objurgation.

Tok Tok Tok

"Yes, Fatih is there" Fatih said as she glanced towards the door of her room.

"Home home turned out to be Ummi's son." Umminya Fatih looked inside.

"What's up Mi?" ask Fatih while taking off her school uniform.

"After the Ashar prayer, Ummi asks you to take the Mother's robe sewn in the place of the Muslim mother."

"Must be this afternoon, Mie?" ask Fatih, feeling reluctant actually. But, he could not resist the desire of Umminya.

"Yes, tomorrow will be used for the study of mothers."

"Yes, but Fatih wants to eat this first. Laper."

"Yes, go to the dining room. Aunty Asih was already masakin balado Your favorite tilapia."

"okay."

After eating, Fatih to the mosque mingled with the santri to perform Ashar prayers. After that, he prepared to go to the house of Ms. Muslimah Narsih, the tailor for Ummi.

"Come on Mi."

"Ummi didn't come, you didn't see Ummi again what?" Ummi Fatih named - Zainab - it looks like he was busy weaving bags of plastic like coffee-coffee packaging. Sitting on a living room sofa with a lighted television.

"Here's the money, you want to be his house?" ask Fatih.

"Yes inget."

After traveling for fifteen minutes, now Fatih's motorcycle stops right in the yard of a house whose sides are covered in white Lily flowers.

In front of him was a Water Guava tree whose fruit was already red.

"Assalamualaikum," Fatih said a greeting.

"Wa'alaikumussalam." A girl with a navy veil came out. His eyes grew as soon as he saw Fatih standing firmly before him.

"This is your home Na. Just found out about me, deket aja turned out from pesantren."

"Yes, what are you doing?" ghina asked flatly and did not want to talk to Fatih. He knew the location of Abi Fatih's boarding school, he also knew Kyai Zafran who had several studies at the mosque near his home. And he also knew, Fatihlah his son. Come on, Kyai Zafran is pretty famous. Also, school students often talk about Fatih who turns out to be Kyai's child but the behavior - Naudzubillah - It's just that, Fatih who does not know if Ghina has known Abi and Umminya. Also, if Ghina turns out to be the son of Bu Muslimah, a tailor who became a subscription to Umminya.

"You take the stitches."

"Oh wait here." Ghina hinted with her hand to keep Fatih on the porch..

"You're not letting me in first?" ask Fatih with a smile

"Did, why too."

"Who's Na?" ask Ghina's mother who came out of the house.

"This is Mom's customer's son."

"Oh Fatih, come in first, son. Why isn't Bu Nyai coming?" ask Ghina's mother

"So, I was busy making woven bags."

"Oah. Yes, yes, Miss Nyai."

"Mommy still sings my face yes, but only once met," said Fatih scratching the nape.

"Yes, your face looks like a younger version of Kya Zafran."

"Bent on making tea first. Na, take Fatih to sit."

"Eeh, don't bother Ma'am, I just want to take Ummi's gown," Fatih said subtly, especially when he saw Ghina's glare that clearly didn't like it if it lingered.

"Well, playing around here is not papa. You're one school, right?" asked Ghina's mother to look at her daughter and Fatih at the same time.

Ghina did not answer, Fatih predeceased.

"Yes, we're in Ma'am's class" Fatih replied.

"Oh, so classmate. Dong familiar. Ghina never told stories that same class as Nyai's son."

"H Mother, that's it. Cepet get her Umma's robe let her spit it home," Ghina stopped the chatter. For Fatih to leave his house immediately.

"I'm sorry, Ghina is very sensitive if there are men to the house. In addition to his brother," said Bu Narsih while approaching the sewing machine located near the window of his house.

"Oh, Ghina has a sister?" ask Fatih. Miss Narsih smiled.

"Yes, it's just a little homey. Stay in Mess."

Fatih mangosteen. His mother Ghina gave Fatih a plastic-wrapped Bu Nyai robe.

"Thank you, son. Say hello to Bu Nyai and Mr. Kyai."

"Yes ma'am, then I'll say goodbye." Fatih cupped her hands in front of her chest. Then out of the house was escorted by Ghina.

"I'm saying goodbye to Na."

"Hm."

Fatih rides his motorcycle. He looked at Ghina making the girl uncomfortable.

"Na, you already know about..." Fatih sighed. "Not so. Later you know for yourself," he said while turning on the motor.

"I want to tell you what he is." Ghina clucked in annoyance.

Ghina returned to her room. He's checking his phone, there's a message from Renata.

Renatul: "It's home, isn't it?"

Ghina: "Yes, worry too much."

Renatul: Worry dong, if you are okay, let me see Ilham in the market."

Ghina: "Well what does that have to do with me?"

Renatul: "Maybe you miss."

Ghina: "Father of Renatul, nyebelin. Sotoy."

Renatul: "She bought the fried food earlier.

Renatul: "Same Sella."

Ghina: "Let's just say, they're brothers."

Renatul: "Cousin times! they could be angry!

Ghina: "Su'uzon."

Renatul: "Hehe, he asked you earlier Na.

Ghina: "Continue?"

Renatul: "Well, don't you want to know that?"

Ghina: "Well, what do you say?"

Renatul: "There is, hahaha."

Ghina: "Basic, boong here."

Renatul: "Mahaha."

Ghina stared at the annoyed screen of her phone. He lay staring at the white ceiling of his room. His mind was reminded of what happened this afternoon at school. He shook his head, what a shameful incident he thought.

The next day, as usual. Narsih had busied himself in front of the sewing machine. The fried rice is on the dinner table.

"Mom, eat yuk?" take Ghina who hugs her mother from behind.

"No, I've had enough milk. You are just."

"Ih, I have to have breakfast routine. Let's not get dizzy easily."

"Mommy is not dizzy. There's breakfast, it's late."

"H Mother!" Ghina clucked then returned to the dining table. He resigned when his mother did not want to be persuaded. It is stubborn according to him. As a child, it was hard to change whatever decision his mother made.

"Sepi" said Ghina because every day at home is only her and her mother. Daddy's? Ghina doesn't want to talk about it. He's fed up.

His brother - Imran Sanusi - rarely went home if not his day off.

"Well is it over?" ask Narsih's mother to her son. He stopped his leg movements.

"Udah, I'm leaving first, ma'am."

"It's a pocket money." Ghina's mother thrust the twenty thousand.

"My money is still there, ma'am."

"Take it, I don't want to know!"

"Yes, thank you, Mom."

Ghina shook her mother's hand and rushed out. He stopped the freight on the side of the highway. Ride it. Today's passengers are quite numerous, making his small body have to be stuck between two fat Mothers. He only sighed, occasionally smiling at the two. Yes, back and forth to school, he did use public transportation. Because the metic motorcycle branded Imran's beat, brought the man to Mess.

When I got to school, it was true. He saw a wall clock on the school security guard post, showing it at almost eight hours and fifteen minutes.

Mr. Samson was already standing by the gate crossing his arms in the chest.

"It's late" he told Ghina.

"No sir, still fifteen minutes," Ghina replied with a smile.

"Almost, let's go in. I want to close."

Ghina quickly entered with two students who followed her from behind. They stepped ahead of Ghina, turning their heads momentarily cynically.

"What's wrong?" asked Ghina not to understand. He just shakes his shoulders. He walked past the teacher's parking lot behind the Lab building. But before he turned into the hallway. Someone called.

"Yes! The ghina!" Renata ran towards Ghina, passing Pak Suryo's cafeteria, which was located near the parking lot and just behind the XII class of TKJ IV.

"Ware Na!" Renata. He bowed slightly in front of Ghina.

"Come on the way, just hold the bell," Ghina asked.

Renata's hand held back, he now positioned himself in front of Ghina.

"Don't go through the danger front hallway!"

"Why the hell Na? speak plainly, don't make me rich bego." Gina grunts.

"You don't know how?" ryan asked with his eyes enlarged.

"What news?" Ghina rolled her eyes lazily. Renata was too long-winded in his opinion.

"Broadcast spread throughout the school. Many are also discussed in Rohis' group."

"About what?" ghina's insistence is impatient.

"So, let's go in the back." Renata walked around, passing the back road he had been on. They smiled at a glance when they saw Mr. Suryo and his wife who were busy peddling their wares.

"I know you're the calm Na. So, don't be surprised." Renata sighed. "Broadcast it contains your photo with Fatih again ciu***! okay, I need an explanation from you Na, now!"

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