The Young Married
Eat Both

Fatih stared flatly at the two people who were chatting on the side of the road.

"So morning, you heard my name called?" ghina asked and made Ilham nod.

"What's up?" ask Ilham.

Ghina finally recounted the chronology of her call to the TU which turned out only to meet Mr. Sohib who asked about the inclusion of rapot data. He also told about Fitri who knew about it.

"Fitri, he asked me how to register a PTN jlaur for free" said Ilham. "I also said that later we input data, this is only a secret."

"Oh my God, the panthesan of Ham." Ghina sighed softly. "That means he's the one who reported me."

"I'm sorry, I thought he could keep Na's secret. Could be that long."

"Not knowing Ham. I guess, we're the only ones who know about this."

"I'm sorry Na, Fitri's friend Sella, she also often asked for assignments to me. Yeah, I guess he's a good kid, but he can do that too."

"Oh yeah, it all happened. Most importantly, it's all done. Mr. Arman will take care of this misunderstanding" Ghina said. "I went home first, the angkot has come."

Inspiration nodded and he went from there.

Fatih who had seen them, then chased after Ghina and entered the angkot.

"Sir, it's not. Come Na!" take Fatih and pull Ghina's hand to get off the angkot.

"Trainer!" pekik Ghina quietly. "Lepasin, what are you doing?"

"Rome with me," Fatih replied lightly and released her grip on Ghina's arm.

"I don't want to. Just go home, sir wait for me." Ghina was about to climb the angkot again, but again Fatih held her hand.

"You have to explain something to me Na" said Fatih. "Sir, just walk. He wants to take care of me" Fatih shouted at the angkot driver.

The yellow-colored cargo went and made Ghina tick. "Force the hell you. I need to explain what to try?" asked Ghina who finally resigned and looked at Fatih.

"Nothing," Fatih replied with a strange smile.

"That's a lie. You're wasting my time on Fath," Ghina said.

"I saw you as well as the inspiration earlier. Be careful, if your family or family sees you. Can berabe later. Or Wakasek who already knows we are married religiously. You think that's not it?" fatih asked seriously while walking ahead of Ghina.

"So I was a pickpocket, continue to be helped Ilham. His cargo doesn't exist, so he'll make me wait."

"But you can wait for yourself. Anyway, here rame too, not lonely very. The danger is that you're alone on purpose." Fatih was grieving slowly.

"What the hell are you Fath, I told you that was a pickpocket, Ilham also just wanted to nemenin I was afraid that the pickpocket came again. So let's go, let's go, I'm tired, I want to go home." Ghina felt Fatih hogging herself, blaming her actions and Ilham a few minutes ago, even though she and Ilham were just chatting.

Fatih stopped walking, she turned her body and looked at Ghina. "So, won't you come home with me? if not, I will stay here. Let's wait for the next angkot."

Ghina's eyes glared. "No way, take care of you."

Fatih chuckled softly. "That dong, please come with me?"

"Yes spit," Ghina replied and pushed Fatih's chest.

"Eh, dare touch-touch?" it was Fatih's Goda that made Ghina glare at his eyes.

"What do you want to buy?" fatih asked as they only fell silent on the trip.

"Nothing" Ghina replied from behind Fatih's back. He who sat sideways, holding only the back seat, did not want to hold onto Fatih in the least.

"really? do not be shy, say it," said Fatih. "That roadside snack?" Fatih pointed to several lightweight hawker stands on the roadside, ranging from fried foods, pentol, batagor, to martabak.

Fatih stopped the bike. "Let's choose, I'll buy it" he said.

"That's why, people don't want to either" Ghina declined.

"Don't arrive, pas nyampe nyesel house reject my offer. Cepet, choose there" said Fatih.

"Heh, even daydream." Fatih reprimanded Ghina as the girl remained silent as she stared at the hawker stand.

Ghina finally complied. He and Fatih walked to one of the seller's stands. "Would you eat here, or bring it home?" ask Fatih.

"Here is. It's safe, right?" asked Ghina who looked around.

"Father, if there are no friends who know us. We just go, there is a tent tuh," pointed Fatih at a place used for buyers who want to eat snacks on the spot.

Ghina ordered batagor and also fried. As for Fatih, he ordered one serving. Their drinks are the same, just iced tea.

"Btw, that's my first living for you." Fatih said leisurely while enjoying her meal.

But unlike Ghina, the girl choked even her face to red because she heard the word 'breath' from Fatih.

"Hahaha, why Na? be careful when eating. Read the do'a first."

Ghina smiled next to me. "Udah kali."

Ghina continued to eat it with various thoughts raging. Actually, it was only the first time for him to eat alone with Fatih. He actually did not want to be like this, but, because there are things that he really wanted to convey to the man, he finally chose to find time with Fatih.

"Fath," call Ghina who makes Fatih look up.

"What wife?" fatih asked with a smile that made Ghina feel like vomiting.

"Don't call me that, if it's outside again" Ghina threatened, looking to the right and to her left uncomfortable.

Fatih. "Yes, why?" repeat with a serious expression.

"I'm sorry, I'm accusing you." Ghina said slowly, she was actually a prestige to apologize. But, he realized his actions this morning were excessive. And that, sin. Accusing people recklessly.

Fatih just muttered while eating her Martab. "I'm sorry, aren't you?" ask Ghina.

"Say, Muslims must forgive one another."

"Yes I know. But, you can't."

"Trainer!" pissed Ghina. "Not a good wife, but what," he protested.

"Oh, so now you feel like a wife?"

"I don't know ah."

Fatih laughed softly. He took one of Martabak's slices and placed it in Ghina's bowl.

"Now, eat that. I'll think again for your forgiveness" Fatih said, making Ghina smile. It turned out that it was easy for Fatih to forgive, even though he suspected that ignorant men would work on him.

Ghina ate it voraciously and secretly made Fatih smile. "Any apology is that easy, not."

Ghina who heard it looked up. "Don't you say I'm sorry?"

"Who said? I'm just saying, later I think I'll apologize or not."

Fatih laughed inwardly as she looked at Ghina's reddened face from being annoyed at her. "Casual dong muka. Remember, I'm not sorry yet."

"Do you want to make me unable to sleep?" ask Ghina growled.

"Yes, let me think about how I'm going to apologize to you" Fatih replied lightly.

"Trainer! I'm very, very, very, very sorry. I'm a mess" Ghina said by repeating the word 'very' many times. Hope Fatih will agree.

"Where are you?" Fatih rubbed her own chin.

"Yes, I'm sorry, you don't want to apologize" said Ghina and quickly finished the food in front of her.

"Eh, no sincere means apologizing."

"You're the one who's not sorry for me. I'm really sorry, too."

"I'd like to apologize, but you have to answer my request."

"Don't be weird, Fath."

"Do you? if not already, let's just restless until morning because the husband is not sorry."

"Ngancem here?" ghina's lips with squeaking eyes. Fatih nodded steadily.

"Say, what do you want?" ask Ghina. "But don't be weird. Allah does not give more weight than his servants."

Fatih grinned, "iya Ustadzah." A foolish idea suddenly appeared in his mind. "Here, kiss first." Fatih patted her cheek.

"Trainer!" pekik Ghina. He felt out of patience if he continued to face the man. "I want to go home."

"Canda doang kok hehe." Fatih grimaced, she also stood up from her seat and approached the hawker seller to pay for it.

Fatih pulled his bike over in Ghina's yard. He also wanted to visit the girl's house to greet her in-laws after a long time.

"Can you enter?" ask Fatih.

"No way, unless I'm sorry" forbid Ghina.

"OK I'm sorry," said Fatih finally

Ghina smiled in satisfaction, as she did not have to obey Fatih's ridiculous wish just to apologize.

"Son Fatih, haven't been here in a long time, been busy?" ask her mother-in-law.

Fatih greeted Narsih with reverence, she smiled sweetly. "Sorry Mom, lately there has been a lot of work. Yesterday the UN ran out, directly managing the ATK store in SMA."

"Oh pantes, but it's good, right?"

"Alhamdulillah Ma'am."

"Na, make your husband drink."

Ghina simply glanced lazily at Fatih and walked towards the kitchen.

"How are Mr. Kyai and Ummimu?"

"Alhamdulillah be healthy Ma'am. Only Abi is often tired lately, because there are many agendas."

"Oh yes, yes. The new mother can send Jamu from the temple, quite powerful for tired drugs," said Narsih and sauntered to his room.

Fatih just nodded. He sat on the sofa relaxed. Ghina came with a tray with her pouting face.

"Why is your face?" tanya Fatih raised next to her eyebrows.

"If there's you, make a fuss."

"Hahaha, later if it's home, I'll be more confident than this you know."

Ghina was grieving softly, she sat down in front of Fatih, then turned on the television.

"Well, this is the mushroom. Later, taken regularly, let more quickly feel the effect. Mother drank this already a week, Alhamdulillah back pain does not recur," said Narsih and thrust the black crackle containing Jamu to Fatih.

Fatih mangosteen. "Thank you Mom, let's go back to Ashar, if so I say yes, ma'am."

"Well, what a big chunk? pray here."

"Mom, Fatih will get used to congregation, he must go home" Ghina said before Fatih answered her mother's question.

"Oh yes, no papa Nak, you must have a lot of work also in pesantren. Be careful about that."