The Young Married
Testing in UKS

The eyes of Ghina and Ilham sat at a glance with each lip developing a smile as a form of greeting.

"We're playing the same room as Inspiration?" asked Ghina who did not know if Ilham was in the same room with him.

"Yep, same Fatih as well," Renata replied excitedly. He felt enthusiastic to fill the exam because there was a moodboster cogan around him.

"I didn't ask about him" Ghina said flatly, which made Renata grimace.

"So morning, a great ciwi-ciwi that is not the same room as Fatih and Ilham. They are envious he said, in our room there can be two cogans at once," Renata told in spirit.

"Continue?"

"Yes that's it. Lebay is that. But, I also like to, can wash my eyes. Uh, astaghfirullah." Renata shut his own mouth that was mispronouncing it.

Ghina just clucked no matter. His eyes glanced at Fatih's bench. The man just silently read the book in his hand. There was no Riki who used to accompany him. Looks like they're separate rooms.

Two male guards entered. One of them had a friendly face, the other was a little pouty. What is clear is that all the students in the class did not know the two men because they were taken from a neighboring school. Every year there is always an exchange of supervisors between SMK Angkasa and other equivalent schools.

Time passed quickly, if all the examinees focused on working on it. But not for Ghina. He felt his legs ache a little because almost an hour sitting and working on the narrative along the train tracks. It may sound excessive, but it is suitable to describe the average Indonesian language that contains stories.

"Argh," he moaned softly as his cravings grew. I hope no student is disturbed by the pain. She slid her hips a little to find comfort.

"Sir!"

Someone made a sound, Ghina turned her head immediately and it turned out to be Fatih. Everyone turned their heads towards him, including Ilham who was sitting two benches in front of him.

"I see, I'm in pain, he just had an accident. Can you do it in a more comfortable room? like UKS? there is a mattress, he can fall down," explained Fatih seriously staring at the two supervisors who looked at each other.

"Oh, who wears that stick?" ask one of the supervisors.

Fatih nodded, while Ghina just stared intently at Fatih. In fact, the school had asked the day before about Ghina's condition and asked if Ghina could afford to sit for long periods in the exam room without disturbing her pain. But, he steadily said, that he could come to the room and solve the problem until the end. Although the reality is not so.

"The school side is indeed informed that there are students who have been in accidents. What's name?" ask the supervisor whose face is friendly.

Ghina replied, "Ghina Izzati sir. But I'm fine." He rejected Fatih's statement.

"really? if not, let's go to the UKS room, there will be someone out there," said the supervisor.

"I feel good" Ghina said. Still with his decision.

"So I heard him complaining, worried that he was interfering with the concentration of others." Fatih gave a reason for Ghina to comply with her request this time.

And checkmate, Ghina could no longer protest as her other friends nodded their heads. It is not that Ghina disturbs concentration, but that she feels pity because she looks in pain in her place.

Ghina looked at Renata who also agreed. "Father, you're in the UKS. For your health" Renata said, grabbing Ghina's hand on her desk.

"But Ren, I want to be here" he said, but his eyes glanced at Ilham, which made Renata sigh slowly.

"Tomorrow, there's still a chance of one class with him, right?" tanyanya, not intend to flirt though. But Ghina felt Renata was doing it. Renata was suddenly like a psychic who understood Ghina's gaze.

"What the hell are you," protested Ghina and mencoha stood up and was eventually aided by Renata.

Ghina finally resigned, she did the exam separately from the others. Ah, why is he suddenly sorry because of the pain he is currently experiencing. "Allah, forgive me" he said.

After an hour passed, Ghina finally finished all the details of the matter that were quite dizzying to her head.

Before long, Renata came with a myriad of curiosity. Not because you want to know how Ghina is doing in the UKS, but want to immediately match the answer to the exam with Ghina.

"Where was Na, about that?" ask Renata ngos-ngosan. He wiped the sweat on his forehead while sitting on the bed.

"Where's what? it's done, isn't it?" Ghina asked back. He wanted to get away from there because he was tired of the aroma of medicine in the UKS.

"Eit, wait a minute. Let's discuss the answer first. I'm having a hard time at some numbers," Renata held off by staring at Ghina seriously. "Yes, please? let me not be curious anymore."

"What number is it?" ask Ghina lazily.

"Number twelve. It's about the main sentence. Confused I answered all the same haha." Renata laughed to himself imagining the five answer choices he thought were all the same. Finally he selects answer E, all answers are correct.

"My answer is A, because it is the most appropriate, in accordance with the tips to answer the main sentence easily. Often at the beginning of the sentence" replied Ghina.

"Is that really the answer? astaghfirullah." Renata nodded heavily. "Well, one of them."

They discussed the matter that Renata felt doubtful about until a few minutes later. Once in the sense of Renata already got all the answers from his curiosity. Ghina took me home.

"Let's go home, I have ten o'clock, it's only a few minutes" Ghina said, moving away from her seat cautiously. He grabbed his wand helped by Renata.

"I'm just antherin," Renata bargained. But again always rejected by Ghina.

"No need. You just go home, baby, the time to learn the pieces is only because of me, 'you will be longer on the road, '" said Ghina who made Renata sigh.

"Always, eh. I want to play at your house next time. Just learn," Renata grumbled that made Ghina chuckle softly.

"Your mother's father Ren-" Ghina's words were cut short when Renata interrupted by repeating Ghina's words commonly told to her as a proposition each time she refused a ride.

"Your mother's father Ren, you don't want to have to be a child at home, that's for sure," he guessed and sure enough, Ghina said yes.

"Relax, I'm a strong boy, my body is healthy" Ghina said, imitating the shepherd boy's song style. "So, calm. And let's go home."

Renata sighed, as they came out. Fatih was walking down the corridor and saw Ghina from there. Quickly, Fatih approached them.

"Na, let's go home with me" Fatih asked. Ghina shook her head, a sign if she refused.

"Udah is also a school," said Fatih again.

"Yes, Na, it's lonely, too. You are free to go home together. Fath, Ghina is like you, I'm afraid he's in trouble in the air. The fit will hurt," Renata said with his worried face.

"Pursuit Fath, I bargained earlier also did not want to. Wonder me," lamented Renata. He walked slowly following Ghina's steps.

"Na, I can't go home until you're really safe to ride an angkot" Renata said as they were on the roadside.

"Go home, wait again angkot through. Just calm down." Ghina smiled to calm Renata down. Indicates that he is okay.

"It is hard to melt your heart Na" Renata murmured. He did not understand why there are people as hard as stone as Ghina. But, still, he felt comfortable making friends with the girl.

"I want to wait for you anyway." Renata tries to get Ghina to hitch a ride with him.

"Yes, that's it until my angkot comes, if you want. But, the consequence, yes you have the same with your mother. Later, if your dad's home needs anything at all?" Ghina instead scares Renata and makes the girl again sigh.

"Yes, I lost huuu." Renata pretended to cry. "Right, you're not papa? the problem is that Fatih's ATK store is closed today, no one used to hang out there."

"Yep, not papa. Rame on someone and then go."

"Yes, I'm home. Assalamualaikum," Renata finally said.

Not long after, Fatih approached Ghina on his motorcycle. "Let's go up" he said.

"What did you say I said?" asked Ghina annoyed. Of course, he still felt angry because of Fatih's behavior in the examination room earlier. Because of the man, he had to do the problem in the UKS, alone.

"Still angry about it?" guess Fatih. But Ghina was only silent and enough to make Fatih know the reason Ghina was cold to him.

They're speechless. Only the roar of the Fatih motorbike engine was heard.

"I asked-" Fatih's words were cut off when someone came.

"Na, how come you're still here?" ask someone who stopped the bike. He was Inspirant, his eyes glanced at Fatih at a glance.

"I'm waiting for the angkot" replied Ghina briefly. But not in a cold tone. It was different when I spoke to Fatih.

"This is Fatih, what else is here?" ask the Inspiration to Ghina.

"He's just a ride, yeah I don't want to. I'm an easy fan everywhere" Ghina said. Indeed, Ghina did not lie. Fatih offered him a ride and he refused.

Inspiration doesn't seem to like it. "Ngapain is still here Fath, if you know Ghina might not want you to invite?" ask Ilham who sounded insinuating.

Fatih grinning. "Free dong, this is common territory. Want me to fall over here cake, jog over here cake, is that up, right?"

Ilham smiled a little cynically, "You're smart to find excuses. Oh yeah, for yesterday's election, we were a team, right? I need to talk to you about something" said Ilham.

"Shouldn't you now talk about it?" ask Fatih with squeaking eyes.

"Yes," replies Inspiration steady.

"OK, because you're the team leader, it's an honor to be able to talk about the match strategy, both of you. Oh yeah, we've never had coffee together, yuk to my shop," take Fatih lightly and spin her motorcycle.

Ilham agreed after glancing and smiling at Ghina. Not too long ago, the angkot that Ghina was waiting for had already come. It rose slowly, and the activity did not escape the attention of two men in the ATK store.

"Well, please drink." Fatih served a cup of Moccachino coffee.

"Thank you," she said briefly and coldly.

"So, where did the chairman start?" fatih asked politely, while sipping her green tea.

"You started. Want to give you what kind of strategy options," replies Imran. He looked ahead. Precisely to the highway.

Fatih seemed to think. "Strategy of the match later, I think it is better to talk about it directly with the team. But, I don't mind, if we talk about it now." Fatih tried to fish and guess what Ilham meant by suddenly wanting to talk about futsal practice. In fact, technique or strategy should be directly discussed with the team. Fatih is not stupid, Ilham must have deliberately made himself go from where Ghina was. Or there was something that the man wanted to say.

"Alright, preferably with the team," said Ilham who confirmed Fatih's earlier allegations. Surely, there was something that Inspiration would tell him.

"Hahaha, okay, just relax." Fatih laughs. He returned to sip his tea.

"Fath, I know how you've been all this time even though we don't know each other very well." Inspiration began his conversation.

Fatih mangosteen. Justifying the words of Inspiration, who does not know with Fatih son of Futsal, his voice is melodious, handsome, member of OSIS, son of Kyai again.

"If you're just playing Ghina, I suggest you, stop now."

Either threat or what, but Fatih felt the tone of the voice of Inspiration firm and sharp.

Fatih laughed softly. From the past until now, never minded to play a girl as good as Ghina, instead now he immediately took serious action by marrying her. "No, I know Ghina very well. Almost, one year we were classmates."

"We're Fath's fellow men. Tau which mode is not," said Ilham who made Fatih even more open.

"Hahaha, chief. You no longer admit how you feel about Ghina, right in front of me?" ask Fatih with her grin.

Inspiration seemed to be stunned for a moment. But, the next second he smiled casually. "I just want to take care of. She's a good girl. If something happens that is out of his habit, or deviate his term. Yeah, her name's bad. Enough, yesterday's events, got him bullied and feeling sad."

Fatih cleared slowly. His eyes glanced at Ilham who had not been willing to look at him. Just looking ahead.

"Why?" ask Fatih ambiguous. But, he knew, if Inspiration understood his question.

"What?" Inspiration to ask. Oh it turns out Imran pretended not to understand and it was funny according to Fatih.

"Do you care about her?" fatih asked with her eyebrows raised next to her.

Inspiration turned, their equally sharp gazes met.

Well, Fatih same Ilham start hot? ouch, the gregetan author even🤭

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