The Young Married
Trifle

Inspiration answered lightly. "Because of him, a member of KSI. I, as chairman, have to monitor the movements of my members. Don't let, of them, anyone defame, Rohis school."

Fatih smiled, the reason Inspiration is indeed quite reasonable. But it wasn't that easy he believed.

"If I want to be with Ghina, what?" ask Fatih. His eyes looked at Ilham seriously.

"We will deal often," replied the cold Inspiration.

"Haha, just kidding, chief." Fatih held onto her aching stomach from laughing too much while with Ilham.

Until dusk greeted, Ghina was still loyal to her stationery and books. His eyes are so sore because it has been two hours glaring at the Math problems that tomorrow will be tested.

He ended his learning by stretching his hand. Then, check his phone. Apparently, there was a message from Ilham an hour ago.

Inspiration: Come home safe, right?

Me : Yes

Ghina retaliated. As it turns out, Ilham is still online and retaliates quickly.

Inspiration: If you may know, since when did Fatih deketin you? he often invites you to nebeng?

Me : Recently. Not often either.

Inspiration: How was he in class?

Me: Yeah, that's how it is.

Inspiration: Like your temptations or what?

Me : His name is a guy with many fans, that's his behavior.

Inspiration : Oh. You are learning again?

Me : It's done. Here, I want to give nutrition to my flowers.

Inspiration: Okay, greetings to your flowers.

Me: Haha, greetings to the flowers.

Inspiration: Yes greetings to the owner.

Me: Read

Ghina smiled to herself reading the chat on her phone screen. Finally, he felt that Inspiration was teasing him so that as much as possible he refrained from continuing the conversation that was actually less important. Worried, his heart grew weaker and constantly wanted to get a reply from Ilham.

Ghina crawled slowly, she grabbed her wand. Then walk towards the window and stare at the flowers from there. Not wanting to linger from the room, he decided to go out by the back door.

But, his steps were off guard when he saw someone sitting on a white chair right under the Guava Tree whose fruit was already quite large. It was facing the room of his brother, Imran. The man seemed to be enjoying the breeze with a cup of tea already available beside him. Ghina was looking for her but was not seen.

Ghina's body turned around, but Fatih immediately called out to her. "Lady bobo!"

Ghina continued to move forward. Fatih immediately chased after him. "Hey, assalamualaikum. Your mother said she wanted an afternoon study. So, you're home alone, right?" ask Fatih.

"Why are you here?" asked Ghina coldly.

"Nemenin you are. All anterin souvenirs from Kandangan. Abi finished studying there, packed with dodol a lot."

"No need. You go home."

"Na, I'm sorry for what happened this morning at school. I'm just-" Fatih's words were cut off as Ghina interjected in a very unfriendly tone. His eyebrows rose next to him, his lips clucking.

"What's? you don't want me to be in the same class as Ilham? or do you want me to look pathetic? pitied?" tanya Ghina bertubi's.

"I see you in pain. It's impossible for you to take the test normally in the room" Fatih replied.

"What right do you have to do that?" ghina's eyes were sharp.

"It's not about rights or anything. I don't want to be in a bind because I'm your husband. As your friend, I can't see you in pain."

Ghina laughed cynically. "Since when? don't you like me the most? insinuate me? fall on me till my lips bleed? threaten me not to negur your naughty behavior? shy me in front of everyone just because nyenggol drink you accidentally it?"

"That time, I realized. Too much, and I admit to Na's fault. At least, give me a chance to make a change," Fatih asked with a clear eye.

"Yes, but your changed attitude makes me uncomfortable. Moreover, because of you, I have to be involved in a marriage that I myself am confused about where to take."

Ghina finally pulled out the coins that had been in her dormitory. Yes, even though his mouth once said that marriage happened not because of Fatih's fault, but still, in his deepest heart there was a sense of annoyance and anger because it all started because of the man.

Just try, if Fatih did not protect his body at that time and let Ghina hit the ball? just try when Fatih did not have enemies so that moment should never be immortalized? just try, Sella who likes Fatih more mature so as not to trap Ghina by spreading the disgrace?

And at its core, everything that was related to Fatih, was a disaster for Ghina.

"We're talking about Na. For this marriage, I'm ready for all the consequences."

"Yes, it's you Fath!" jolt Ghina with breath up and down. "You boys, it's all good. Served, clothes washed, dine in cooking, do not have to giggung weight pregnant and take care of children. That's you! as for me Fath," pointed Ghina at myself.

"I'm a Fath chick. I will lose and have no good at all. For almost a year in our class, I've almost memorized all your behavior. Tight, coolass, spread charm, love the world, and all your ugliness that I can't call one-on-one. How, if later I have children from you, continue because you are immature, you leave me huh?" todong Ghina with glittering eyes.

"Soften, perhaps at this time your behavior is gentle to me, attention to me. Try it later years, can you still pretend with your fake nature? or maybe, you will kill me if there is a conflict in our household. And-" Ghina's words were cut off as Fatih interrupted in a cold and sharp tone.

"Ghina Izzati, enough!"

Fatih's heart crumbled hearing Ghina's words. However, behind that he also realized his mistake all along. His excessive behavior is not justified by any reason. But, it's all over. He wanted, after having a wife, to be even more mature.

Ghina. His shoulders trembled, the clear feathers slid down in the middle of the twilight atmosphere which slowly increasingly presented the hallmark of his darkness. His body slid down, his stick slipped out of his hand.

"I can't Fath yet."

"Na, I'm sorry."

"Come home" Ghina exorcised in a soft tone.

"I can't stay with you."

"Rome Fath. Before, your ears hurt hearing my words. Azaghfirullah." Ghina covered her own face. Just now, she had said so harshly to her own husband. He also did not realize why his mouth could be released like that.

Fatih crouched down, aligned her height with Ghina. His hand stretched out to gently stroke the girl's veil so as to make the previous owner bow, staring at Fatih with puffy eyes, there was no longer a flash of anger there. Only an implied look that I don't know.

"You're satisfied, don't you see me like this? rare, right?" ghina's voice raspy. Fatih. He was not happy to see Ghina like this.

"What can I do to make you feel better?" ask Fatih seriously.

"Go."

"Other than that?"

"There's no other."

"Related?"

Ghina nodded. They were silent for a while. Fatih is still waiting, Ghina's next response.

Ghina remembered her goal to the family's garden, none other than to water her flowers. "Fath," call him.

"Hm."

"Before you go home, please siramin my flowers."

Fatih smiled. He looked at Ghina's face that was not as flat as a moment ago. Could it be, the girl had already returned to being in a good mood?

"Well, before I go home, I'm the first babu here," he said lightly. He took Gembor and filled it with water through a faucet located not far from there.

"That's there too" pointed Ghina at the Mother's Orchid's flower shelves, which were attached to the wall fence that surrounded her house.

Fatih followed Ghina's instructions, she continued to water until it was finished. Then, he put his Sheep under a wood on which was an orange water tank.

Fatih reached out her hand, to help Ghina stand up. He thought Ghina would refuse him, but the girl welcomed his hand.

"Thank you for helping." Ghina spoke softly without looking at Fatih, she walked in disarray with her cane.

Azan Maghrib sounded loud. Fatih remained in place, waiting for Ghina to enter the house.

Ghina turned again. He sighed so Fatih was still with his position. "Already Maghrib, I will not invite you to pray here. Five minutes from here there is a mosque, I suggest you pray there."

Fatih chuckles. "Yes, I know."

"Yes, please go home. The road goes through there." Ghina pointed towards the fence with her chin again making Fatih chuckle. Apparently, behind its cold and glutinous nature, Ghina can be this funny as well.

"Yes I know. Come inside."

Time continues to roll until the National Examination period must be pulled over. Replace with quiet times and wait for graduation for the twelfth grade.

All the subjects tested in addition to the practice exam have been carried out well and smoothly. Not all students feel fine when dealing with it.

This morning, all students of SMK Angkasa are in a scene with inter-school matches that will be held later at nine. Usually, the children of SMK Angkasa who come to other schools, but this time must be a host even with minimal field facilities. Just imagine, SMK Angkasa, only has one field that is only the size of a basketball court. However, one court is very multipurpose, because it can be used for basketball, volleyball, silat, futsal and all sports in SMK.

"Watch Na?" asked Renata while propping up her chin. Actually, there is a sense of laziness today entering school, but because there are unfinished subjects, finally inevitably, must enter. His work as a student has not yet ended.

"Games?" ask Ghina without taste.

"Yes, Fatih play." Renata said enthusiastically.

"Well, what if he plays? 'I'll often."

"Yes, it's different now. She ..." Renata brought her mouth closer to Ghina's ear. "He's your husband, so, let's get excited about dong."

Ghina swerved towards Renata, which made the owner grimace. "Ilham's coming, too, right? well, look at him."

"Yes if I'm in the mood" Ghina replied briefly. Though he feels his life now feels better, because now his legs are also healed. No more, the stick that always accompanies him. Also, after Fatih's last visit to his house, the man did not bother him even to this day. But, hearing Renata mention Fatih's name again, plus the fact that her current status as her husband, made Ghina return with a million worries and questions.

Actually, where are you going, this wedding?

Sure enough, nine o'clock exactly. All students and students of SMK Angkasa so enthusiastically welcome him. Because the field is surrounded by classrooms, it is easy for students to see the match right from their own classroom terrace.

Fatih was in the OSIS room with Riki who never forgot to follow him. At least, the man with the clothesline like that woman wiped the sweat on Fatih's forehead.

"Udah Rik, enough!" Fatih brushed Riki's hand off her face. The man was even grim.

"Must appear maximal dong, Fatihku," said Riki with a potent tone.

"Don't overdo it either. Btw, thank you." Fatih took over the tissue from Riki's arm.

"No sausage builder comes in here, right?" riki asked, looking out, and he pulled something out of his pocket. What else if open a long object that contains substances harmful to the body.

"Don't mind, if Ghina suddenly has a need to come here, she keeps reporting to you, she can't help you" Fatih threatened.

"Not an OSIS member either," Riki casually quipped. Although the nature is sometimes similar to women, even Fatih had suspected Riki's ambition was to open a beauty salon, but in fact the man when he had dealt with the name Cigarette, which is not the case, it looks like a normal guy in general.

Now, they and some members of the Basketball team, are borrowing Basecamp OSIS temporarily to discuss the strategy of the game that will soon begin.

It was seen Ilham chatting with some of his friends outside, then entered the room. Fatih and Ilham sat at each other's glance.

After negotiating the strategy, they get ready for a match because the opponent has come. They were greeted by members of OSIS who were willing to host the event that day.

Oceanic applause, voices began to be noisy everywhere. Meanwhile, Ghina and Renata are still loyal on their bench.

"Come on Na, start again." Renata pulls up Ghina's uniform. He can't wait to see the match.

Ghina moved, she also felt she was in need of entertainment. At least, seeing people play and race to win, will impact on the mood that is often not okay lately.

Class XII TKJ IV which is adjacent to the OSIS basecamp, making Ghina and Renata who were about to sit on the front porch of the class immediately looked at the futsal team members who had just come out of the room.

Inspiration that saw Ghina getting excited, he looked at her for a long time so that when he stood up, he could immediately smile and sure enough, Ghina looked at him. They both smiled and the activity did not escape Fatih's sight.

Well, how did you think Fatih threw each other a smile😆

if the author is very jealous, do not know the Fatih hihi

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