The Young Married

The Young Married
Dislodges


Ghina was silent to Fatih's words in their current position.


"If my wife doesn't believe me, who else will?" lirih Fatih whose hands patted Ghina's back.


Fatih smiled meaningfully as Ghina did not rebel in her arms. Is that girl enjoying this moment?


"Are you deg-degan too?" the question from Fatih was able to make Ghina reflexively distance herself. His face was flushed and he could not bear to stay there for long.


Fatih laughed loudly as Ghina ran away without looking at her again, she was satisfied to see Ghina's face like a watermelon.


Ghina quickened her pace, she repeatedly patted her chest slowly. Not liking the constant vibration there until he reached the door of his class.


The break bell rings. Renata who was still sleeping on his stool was immediately aghast. His face was still on when he saw that Ghina was back.


"Na, how was it?" asked Renata curiously.


"I-I scolded Ren," said Ghina with a sad face. Seeing Mr. Sohib's expression caused annoyance and embarrassment. Didn't expect that the Head of the Department was so spicy his mouth.


"Eh?" shocked Renata. "Why can?"


Ghina again glazed, said Mr. Sohib back up.


"Temenin I met Mr. Arman now Ren," Ghina asked without answering Renata's question. He moved from his seat while wiping the clear feathers that fell on his cheek.


"Well? why Mr Arman?" asked Renata who was still ignored by Ghina.


"Later to tell me," Ghina replied as they were already in front of the class.


Ghina and Renata rushed into a small room located next to the large Lab once it was allowed.


"Ghina, what's wrong?" asked Mr. Arman whose eyes were focused on the screen. Then a few seconds later he turned to two students who were staring at him.


"Busy, sir? sorry to bother you," Ghina regretted seeing the seemingly busy Mr. Arman.


"Oh no, what's wrong? it's important."


"The data input is sir" said Ghina.


"Here you are, sit down first" said Mr. Arman. Ghina and Renata finally sat in the chair opposite Mr. Arman.


"So before the break I called Mr. Sohib to the TU room Pak. He asked me who asked me to input the data. I'm not saying you're afraid you're in trouble" Ghina explained.


"O Allah is Ghina, and you say. Mr. Sohib did not know about this, what did he say yesterday?" ask Mr. Arman.


"Say, my actions were illegal, the police could report. Furthermore, he also mentioned that I do not have atitide sir." Ghina looked down with teary eyes.


Mr. Arman's face looks pity. "Maybe he was emotional for a moment, you also already know how he usually talks. No, papa Ghina, you're the one who's trying to straighten out?"


"But if you have any problems?" ask Ghina worried.


Mr. Arman shook his head. "No papa, this is a consequence. Besides, we have also asked Mr. Wakasek for permission, God willing, what we do is not illegal. Just yesterday's father was indeed doubtful, because the in charge of input value that should be TU, but what is power, they can not. Then, you went to the TU room yesterday, did they not tell the real Mr Sohib?"


"No sir, be quiet. Yesterday there were two teachers there, they just squirm me. I'm ashamed of myself sir is humiliated by that."


"Yes not papa. Maybe they were silent because there was a reason as well. Most importantly, we all try. Two more days, you can fill in the SNMPTN. Later, just an infokan who wants to enter the public campus."


"Yes sir, I'm just sad to say there's no attitude."


"No what. Other people do not know us completely and their judgments should not affect us. Do your best."


"Yes sir, thank you for helping us."


Mr. Arman smiled sweetly. "Yes together, fighting spirit!"


"Yes sir, pray that we all graduate at the PTN we want."


Ghina and Renata decide to go to the cafeteria. There was no longer a man who had always interrupted Renata's vision today.


"She doesn't have Na" said Renata, which made Ghina chuckle softly.


"Nothing has missed you yet" said Ghina.


"No, it's just nanya" said Renata.


They ordered two bowls of fried noodles and iced tea. However, Ghina's appetite decreased once she heard Sella the gang's ramblings who were also present there at the break this time.


"Like, his life was always dealing with teachers huh? the problem is," commented Fitri. Sella was silent. Melani is too. For some reason, it is Fitri who shows his hatred for Ghina.


"I'm hearing, someone is inputting Illegal data huh?" ask Fitri.


"Maybe," replied Sella lazily. He was no longer interested in bullying Ghina, because now, the relationship between him and Fatih improved.


"Ilegal is so but cool, I can enter my PTN capital value rapot," Melani replied lightly.


"Yes, really, haha, must be a child now."


Ghina, who heard the conversation clearly, stood up and approached Sella the gang's desk.


"Do you know where Fit came from?" ghina asked with a suspicious look.


Fitri laughed cynically, "who do you think you know?"


Ghina sighed softly, she smiled faintly. "So, are you reporting me to Mr Sohib?" tanyakanya.


Fitri held her laughter with the palm of her hand. "If so why? wanna protest?"


"Your Staff is Fit. How could? in fact, I know you all want to enter PTN with rapot line, but why? when I try to fight for all of us, you will report me to Mr. Sohib. Who told you about the data Fit?" ask Ghina again.


"Let's remember, the people who know about it" Fitri replied lightly.


"Remember Na, you may be a hero at this time because it helps students who will enter PTN. But, never expect to look cool in someone's eyes."


"You mean Fit?" asked Ghina not to understand.


He looked at Sella and Melani alternately. However, the two women threw away faces.


Ghina returned to her seat and fell silent with a wandering mind. Who exactly told Fitri?


After finishing his meal. Ghina and Renata return to their classroom.


"All you know about it is me, you, Inspiration, Fatih, because he was horrified by us yesterday, continued Mr. Arman. There's no more Ren?" ask Ghina.


Renata seemed to think. "If Fatih knows, it could be, Riki knows. He's the bucket."


"Riki?" ghina's repeated uncertain.


"Yes, Fatih can tell the same story as Riki. Keep that lamtur leaking into the others, can't you?" guess Renata with a face so sure.


His eyes glanced at Fatih who looked relaxed in his chair with no weight.


"Isn't Fatih reporting?" inner Ghina.


As usual, Ghina stood on the shoulder of the road to wait for the angkot. Now, he did not find Fatih or Ilham who offered him for nebeng. Yeah, he didn't expect it on both. If Fatih, obviously he will reject it and if Ilham, even if he wants, still can not because they are not halal.


Angkot who want to ride also come. This time, the passengers looked lonely. There was only a man who might be his age sitting in a corner but his eyes were looking at Ghina strangely.


Ghina who felt watched and glanced at many times by the man felt uncomfortable. He clasped his backpack tightly which he took off and put on his thigh.


When Ghina was caught off guard, it was true that the stranger meant all sorts of things and quickly moved out of the questionnaire while grabbing her backpack.


"Astaghfirullah, pickpocket!" peekik Ghina panicked.


"Sir, please stop!" he told the driver who was also shocked and looked behind the wheel.


Ghina came straight out of the angkot and chased the man whose run dagun far from there. Fortunately, he always wears trousers in his skirt so it is not difficult for him to run fast while slightly lifting his gray uniform skirt.


"Drug!" ghina shouted while pointing at the person in front of her who was frenzied while running, just like her.


Eventually, Ghina gave up and tried to catch her breath. He snorted annoyed when he could not catch the copet. If only his backpack did not contain anything important, maybe he would not want to run after him, but there is something in it that is not just money.


"Oh Allah, if I may doain he is hit, I will pray that," said Ghina who tried to regulate his breathing.


He returned to the direction the thief was heading. However, he saw a crowd near a playground.


"Geez!" screamed a woman stuck.


"There will soon be police here, that's another patrol there" said one of the men who was there as well.


The curious Ghina, immediately saw what happened. The man had fallen down with a bruised face and grimaced while begging for forgiveness to be released.


"Not to me Bang, but the same person that Brother copet," said a man who wears a uniform exactly like Ghina.


"Ilham," call Ghina with a face. It turned out that Inspiration had crippled the pickpocket.


"Bak, Mas, whatever you want to do this brother. My job is done" said Ilham, staring one by one at the crowd. He did not want to prolong that. His hand grabbed the backpack lying on the ground.


"Ham, how do you know it's my bag?" ghina asked in disbelief as Ilham thrust out his precious backpack.


"I was following your angkot."


"Well?"


"Make sure that you're safe" Inspiration replied in a casual tone, but enough to make Ghina meet. He shook his head violently, not to feel baper with the treatment of Inspiration on him.


"Aren't you papa?" asked Ghina who felt Ilham fighting but did not appear any signs of pain or scratches on her face.


Inspiration smiled thinly. "You worried?" his tanyanya made Ghina snort.


"Chairman!" pekik. "Don't talk carelessly."


Inspiration laughs. "You asked me that, so I concluded that you were worried about me."


"But the chief. But, thank you for helping" said Ghina sincerely. They continued to go hand in hand until Ghina finally came to a realization.


"Well, where's your bike?" tanyakanya.


"That's right there," point to Inspiration on his Beat-branded motorcycle.


Ghina. "Yes I've returned to the place of the questionnaire, hopefully the driver is still there."


"I went there" said Ilham, who made Ghina shake her head.


"No, I can do it myself."


"Later, if the angkot is no how?"


"What time?" Ghina immediately ran first and it turned out to be true Ilham's guess, the angkot he was riding had already sauntered away.


"Well, have a lot of heart, Mr. Driver does not want to wait," complained Ghina.


"That's right? there is no. So, how do you want to go home?" ask Ilham.


"I was just waiting, maybe there was a next angkot passing by. It's also on a big road" Ghina said.


Inspiration that again wants to offer, to disengage. He crouched down as Ghina sat himself on a brick by the side of the road.


"Kok is still here? go home first," asked Ghina because she was not comfortable with Ilham.


"No, many people also run. Aman" said Ilham, who understands Ghina's concerns.


Ghina was silent, she also still felt afraid if the pickpocket returned. Although the possibility is small, but who knows other copets come too.


"You asked me that time, why did I get Lukman?" ask Inspiration when they just fall silent with their respective thoughts.


Ghina nodded. "Yes, I'm still curious."


"Lukman is still my brother. Cousin more precisely. Sella is the same. He often comes to my house. Long ago, we were good friends. But the more we grow, the more different our world becomes. He who is often lonely and lacking the affection of parents from childhood, makes him a bad boy. Several times, I had to drag him out of the hotel."


"Innalillah, really? a hotel? why?" ghina asked with enlarged eyes.


"She plays girls, can also drink there. None of her parents knew of her behavior. Our school also seems not to have sniffed the ugliness of my brother. Strange, even though every SMK student who went in and out of the hotel, must have been caught. Yes, because Lukman used the identity of his friend who had been studying that to enter."


"Couldn't you? 'It's a difference in his face."


"This means he can get in. He has money too."


"I threatened him, if I did not want to admit his mistake, I will report everything to his parents, let all of them move the school abroad. He doesn't want to go to school abroad."


"Oh that, pantesan. Sella's your cousin too, you know he likes Fatih?" ask Ghina.


"Maybe, I don't really know her life."


"But, he said that because he likes Fatih."


"Can be. I don't understand the same way my two cousins thought. May they be guided."


"Aamiin's."


From a distance, two pairs of eyes stared at them. Actually, he had already been following Ghina. Only, he lost quickly to someone who first helped the girl.


Yuhuu, I'm coming againšŸ¤—


Who's trying to get them both?