The Young Married
Believe

Ghina looked at someone who was grinning in the doorway. His eyes turned towards Ilham who was also staring at the man.

"Shocked huh? I know about this?" ask Fatih with her smile.

"We are talking outside Fath" said Ilham coldly, as he moved from his seat.

"Oh, no need to bother," hold Fatih while clasping her hands in front of her face. "I'm just making sure I'm going home after this."

Inspiration clucked slightly as Fatih quickly closed the door. Ghina was about to get up from her seat, but her hand was restrained by Renata.

"I have to catch up with him, Ren," panicked Ghina. He was afraid that if Fatih found out about this, it was likely that the man would leak it to the others. Never mind, yesterday Fatih heard his conversation with Mr. Arman.

"Fatih must have heard it," Ghina's mind suspected.

"He couldn't have leaked Na. If so, he could be just as calm himself," said Renata calming.

"Ren, he must have been eavesdropping on our conversation yesterday. Do you know what he is? I'm afraid he's messing around."

"God willing is not Na, we are huznuzon with him. I don't think he cared much either." Now, it is Ilham who has spoken out to stop the unfounded accusations of Ghina.

Ghina finally resigned, although her heart was not at all calm. For some reason, various bad possibilities sprung up in his head. In addition, lately Fatih has never contacted him even for just annoying. Earlier this morning, Fatih casually ignored Ghina and passed by without a word.

"Don't he get angry? and so, if he's revenge, then what's the illegal data spying?" inner Ghina wondered.

As the goddess of the night poked in her contest, Ghina remained restless and anxious. He bit his finger and paced out in front of the window that he was still leaving open, so the cold gushed into his room. He who was only wearing sleeping pajamas, felt a little cold.

"Where, if he reports?" ask her slowly. "Oh my God, I hope he's not that bad.

"I chatted once, huh? ingetin' him?" ask again.

"Ah males." Ghina feels prestige starting first. In fact, he had hoped that Fatih would give him a Whatsapp message but until the clock showed ten o'clock at night, the man did not seem to be moved to disturb Ghina.

Ghina snatched her phone which was located on the table. His fingers rolled over him and looked for Fatih's contact. When he clicked on it, it turned out that Fatih's status was online.

"Chat no? no chat?" he bit his lower lip. However, how shocked it was when his irregularly moving finger above the screen pressed the calling button.

"Innatalillah!" to Ghina's surprise, he immediately pressed the red icon screen. He could hear the tone waiting there. Ghina grumbled to herself, for some reason she was feeling bego now.

Across there, Fatih smiled when he found a miscall from his wife. He had expected that sooner or later Ghina would contact him. The girl must have been scared, if she had opened her voice about the illegal data collection.

Me: If you say yes, do not miss everything, just call.

Nana Bobo: Who said it? pinched.

Me : Means secretly again staring nomir wa ku huh?

Nana Bobo: Soto

Me: Oh yeah, I'm going to sleep.

Nana Bobo : Fath, do you have a chat with me with Mr Arman?

Me: Not going to?

Nana Bobo: I asked Fath.

Me: If yes, why?

Nana Bobo: You have no intention of reporting to you, right?

Sure enough, Ghina did suspect him. Fatih grinned while letting the last long chat from Ghina.

Nana Bobo: Fath, reply!

Me : I don't know. Don't bother, go to sleep.

Fatih broke down and turned off her cellular data with a smile on her lips. He assured me, Ghina will not be able to sleep well tonight.

"Reason for you my wife" he said.

The next day, it went as usual. Ghina descended from the angkot with lips that were muttering dhikr. Right, the last chat from Fatih last night made him experience a little insomnia. In fact, only three days ago he had felt free from the dream that disturbed him, but tonight, he said, it was precisely the arrival of a new dream that was no less bad than the usual dreams he experienced almost every Sunday.

Hours of rest said, Ghina actually wanted to invite Fatih to talk, but circumstances were very unlikely. At school, he had to be careful and keep his distance, fearing the disgrace rumors that were yesterday coming back.

Fatih grinned as Ghina looked at him with an annoyed look. He continues his guitar quotes with Riki as his vocalist this time. Twelveth grade, indeed is undergoing a relaxing period, it is natural that all subjects are over.

"I want to talk to him Ren" said Ghina.

"Yes, just talk." Renata responded casually.

"It's not Ren. The problem is, it's hard if you suddenly come to him, talk. Later, we guess we're actually dating."

"Hehe yes, it is difficult if the husband and wife but still in school, it can not be decades."

Hearing Renata's words containing the temptation, made Ghina snort annoyed.

"Yes, come back later. Usually, Fatih's going home late too? after all, we finished all the data input yesterday, so this afternoon is not anymore, right?"

Ghina nodded while sighing heavily. Suddenly, the sound of the speakers surprised him. His name single-handedly called, making him stare towards Renata in a daze.

"Call to Ghina Izzati's sister, please come to TU."

"Ren, why am I being called?" ghina asked riled up, she looked towards Fatih curga. But, the owner even laughed casually with Riki.

"I don't know either. Or, maybe there are tasks from maple teachers that nitip tasks for children who do not complete their grades?" ask Renata.

"The assessment is over, Ren. The proof yesterday we input rapot value. That's not Ren."

"Yes too." Renata grimaced himself. "I'm temenin, huh?"

Ghina looked at Renata for a moment. "In the offing, you'll be starving. Drop in class and if you want to go to the cafeteria, go first. Let me go to the office myself."

"Are you really not papa?" ask Renata to worry.

"Yes, you're not called."

"OK on ready."

Ghina walked quietly to the room she visited several times when asking for ink or markers for class lessons. His heart was pounding, but he tried not to look anxious.

"Oh my God, may it be nothing. Or the notice of a college scholarship," he said in his heart.

Ghina said a greeting and entered the Business Room. I heard a similar answer from inside. Ghina's heart was pumped hard. His hands are cold.

"Come in, please sit down."

"Ghina," call Mr. Sohib who is the head of the TKJ program. His eyes are sharp. In addition to him who was there, there were also several TU teachers who each focused on their work.

"What does this mean?" inner Ghina.

Ghina nodded slowly, not daring to stare.

"Keep, you're the one who input the data of all the twelve graders?" ask Mr. Sohib again, really like an interrogation session.

Ghina glanced to the right and to the left, since when did Mr. Sohib know about it. Doesn't that secret exist only between Mr. Arman and Ghina et al? or the TU teachers who told Mr Sohib directly?

"Yes sir."

"Whom did you tell me?" tanyanya sharp.

"I want to myself Sir, don't blame anyone" Ghina trembled. He was afraid, if he said that Mr. Arman who told him, it would be his business.

"I asked, who told you? can't you work alone? that's proof, can login PDSS, can get all rapot twelve graders, there must be a teacher who told you, right?"

Ghina was confused. Two TU teachers who were there were also silent from earlier. As if he did not care about Ghina who was tormented by Mr. Sohib's intimidating question.

"You know? your behavior is illegal. Rapt it, secret school. Cannot be input to and fro without clear permission. If you're reported to have spread the value illegally, the matter is directly police."

Ghina held her breath hearing Mr. Sohib's statement. Was he wrong? is inputting student data for the sake of mutual interest even though the Illegal way is wrong? Then, has not Mr Arman received approval from Wakasek Curriculum? why is it still illegal?

"S-I don't know sir," replied Ghina nervously.

"Where do you want to go to college?" ask Mr. Sobib coldly.

"UIN Sir. But, I am not the only one who wants to go to college, there are also many other students. Keep going, we want to get in the free lane."

"Yes, but if you're rich that's how you're illegal. Moreover, you input by rounding the value, right? that's an addition to your bad behavior. Can't be careless, enter the value, round up the value, if not the teacher."

"I'm sorry sir, I don't know if that's a problem." Ghina's eyes were teary, it was like she wanted to cry at this moment.

"Yes, you can go. Next time, you should be careful. As good as anything from the outside you look, still, good or bad attitude, will be seen, if you are not vigilant."

Hearing the words of Mr. Sohib, made his heart stupefied. Whatwasthat? the attitude? has Ghina been lacking in attitude? less ethical? less polite? why is it that Mr. Sohib has only now rebuked him and in a way in front of other teachers?

Was, Mr Sohib when he heard the disgrace actually branded himself as a bad boy? perhaps, he believed that Ghina did something indecent at school, and that is why, today is the right time to counsel Ghina in a painful way?

"But sir, if I may know, you know where this is from?" ghina asked curiously with a lowered face. Although his face feels hot because his pride feels trampled when embarrassed by Mr. Sohib in such a way, but he ventured to ask to know who had exposed the secret to Mr. Sohib.

Ghina could accept, if Mr. Sohib advises her, but should, as a teacher, she should understand the students' mistakes and set the record right not with the threat of police involvement and so on. For some reason, Ghina felt, Mr. Sohib was mentally attacking her.

"It is not important that I know from where," replied Mr. Sohib whose face was flat and his voice was so cold.

"A student reporting to you?" ask Ghina again.

Mr. Sohib was silent. Ghina finally came out with tears. He felt like he was in the middle of criminalization, even though his actions were nothing wrong. All he did, for the good of all the twelve grade students. He should report this to Mr. Arman immediately.

As he exited the TU room, he saw Fatih passing by him. Ghina immediately chased him until they were in front of the male toilet.

"Fath, wait!" call Ghina from behind.

"You're following me Na?" wonder Fatih. He did not go to the WC.

"Denger," Ghina pulled Fatih's hand closer. He was eager to make Fatih really listen to his words.

"You're the one who told Mr. Sohib about the data input, right?" he asked in an accusatory tone.

Fatih smile. "You're accusing me?"

"You're the only one who knows this secret, Fath. Who else if you're not the one who told Mr. Sohib huh?" hardik Ghina sharply.

"If I say not me, do you believe me?" fatih asked with a grin that made Ghina's eyes glaze over.

"Your work is Fath" she wrote, which finally made her tears flow. Fatih was stunned to see it, her hands stretched out to wipe those tears.

"Stop! don't touch me," forbid Ghina. He looked at Fatih softly. "I know Fath, you won't get anything if you keep quiet about it. Because you want to enter a private PT. But, please, don't believe me. I didn't think you were the same as your other friends."

"What do you mean Na?" ask Fatih

"I was interrogated with Mr. Sohib, I was embarrassed in front of the teachers of TU. And everything, because Mr. Sohib knew that I was the one who inputted the data. He said it was illegal. Can be reported by the police. In addition, he also touched on my behavior that does not know ethics. Fath's pain," Ghina explained with hunting breath.

"And that's because you can't keep your mouth shut" Ghina pointed right at her husband's chest.

"Na, beat me up." Fatih held onto Ghina's shoulder, looking at her seriously. "I didn't tell Mr. Sohib, I had absolutely no intention-"

"Keep, what did you mean 'ever' last night? aren't you going to report me? you're angry, aren't you the same as me? your old grudge still exists, right?" todong Ghina was sharp as she brushed Fatih's hand off his shoulder.

"Ghina, I'm not as bad as you think. Whatever, you want to accuse me or whatever. But obviously, I didn't do that" Fatih said coldly. His eyes looked at Ghina sharply. It turned out to be that easy as Ghina accused him without evidence. Is that how Ghina hates him? so that everything he does is always looked upon badly by the girl? every mistake must be the culprit is himself?

"Hiks, hysterics." Ghina was crying. Face's wet. It is hard to believe Fatih's words. The man must have deliberately wanted to humiliate him, because he wanted to take revenge for his treatment of the man.

Fatih was about to leave Ghina because in his little heart, he felt disappointed to know the fact how his wife judged him. But when he saw Ilham walking towards the toilet immediately he pulled Ghina into the warehouse right next to the male toilet, because Ghina had followed him until Fatih almost went inside the toilet.

"Fath, you're all right" Ghina's words were cut off as Fatih placed her index finger on her own lips.

"Shuut! shut up, somebody's coming here."

"I want to go." Ghina tried to get out of the warehouse containing mop tools, unused chairs and other objects.

"Shut up, can you? do you want to be in the boys' toilet?" threaten Fatih in a slow tone.

"Astaghfirullah I-"

Ghina shook her head in disbelief, so she wanted to scold Fatih until she was unconscious if her steps led her to the male toilet.

"Shuut shut up Na!" whispered Fatih who was now sticking her index finger on Ghina's lips. And it was able to make Ghina look at Fatih with her chest rumbling. Come on, their positions can't be said to be safe. Right now their bodies were almost clinging and facing each other due to that narrow shed. He could feel his forehead warm, because of Fatih's breathing.

They were silent in that position. Until Ghina finally gave up and felt so sultry there.

"Isn't that Fath?" he asked and was about to turn around, until then his shoulder was scratched by Fatih.

"If it turns out, the person reporting isn't me? what are you going to do? however you have accused me recklessly," asked Fatih in a sharp tone that gave Ghina a moment of goosebumps.

"My, go!" ghina's jolt but his hand was precisely in strangulation and made Ghina slammed into Fatih's embrace.

"Astaghfirullah, let alone Fath!" Ghina rebelled when Fatih hugged her.

"Trust me, I can't possibly do that."

Huhu, who dong reporting to? hihi🤭

Author of the same kasian Fatih, always wrong in the eyes of Ghina, kudu how dong😕

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