The Young Married
Racing

Drizzle sounded in the silence of the night. A girl's hand still faithfully twists a round golden object in the middle of which there is a jewel that is truly stunning and causes the reflection of light.

Ghina could not have imagined that if her backpack really did not return, perhaps tomorrow or the following days she would get into big trouble for having removed the unification ring between herself and Fatih.

He always carried the wedding ring in his bag, his only goal, as a reminder that he had married Fatih. And if he wanted to be rude, he could restrain himself by looking at that thing. In fact, it remains difficult. Every time he saw Fatih's face, the innate wanted to be angry and annoyed continuously.

"Perhaps, if you get lost, a sign that Fatih and I will gradually get divorced too. To this day, our relationship is still the same. Nothing has changed. My heart, never to be touched by the kindness done by Fatih. He cannot match the position of Inspiration here." Ghina pressed her palm against her chest.

"O Allah, what should I do?" lirih Ghina stared at her diary. His heart is still there.

"Fatih Rafasya, that name has never been taken for me to write here. His personality is rude, ignorant, likes a lot of girls, naughty, everything I hate. Very different from a gentle inspiration. But now, he was forced to write, I had to learn to finish, until I would decide for myself, stay or leave his side." Ghina poured out soulfully into every letter written.

The sound of his phone notification made him snort. So always, if he forgets to turn off cellular data.

+62821xxx : Ustadzah!

Me : Who?

+62821xxx : Riki, the prettiest person after Fatih's Genius. Sadly I am not in save the same number ustadzah after one year class, teganyaaa😱😫😭

Ghina clucked softly when she found out the person who had sent the message was vague at night. No Fatih, uh appeared his men who were both Gaje.

Me : Why?

+62821xxx: Tomorrow, after school, Fatih and Lukman et al want to race motorbike. I'm kudu kumaha? can't prevent my Fatih Genius, I'm afraid anything happens with him😱

Me : Continue? why report me?

+62821xxx : How? ⁇ ️ jeez ustadzah, you're the one who often nasehatin Fatih. Come on, help me make him realize. Although I often make problems until he is slandered, but I do not have the heart also so that he will have to lose to Lukman continue battered. Oh can't imagine.

Me: You know, you should be able to stop him. Don't be a guy!

+62821xxx: I am all right, Fatih still do not want ustadzah, please this helpless servant

Me : What is motor racing too? so unfortunate. What's the problem?

+62821xxx : Completing revenge. Fatih Lukman is already a mortal enemy, and at the end before graduation this is the peak. Determine who wins and loses.

Me: They are big. Solve the problem not with a snoring, use the brain. Not thinking!

+62821xxx : It's about ustadzah self-esteem, men are different from women. If women are the most coveted. Come on ustadzah, this once. As long as we're in class, I never trouble you, right? so before the breakup, I'm asking you a little trouble. Yea? this is for the safety of the citizens of the Republic of Indonesia😌

Ghina just stared at Riki's chat lazily. In the past, he had often reprimanded Fatih but after their status changed as it is today, it felt he was lazy to always have to remind. Fatih is a child kyai, should be at the age that is not young, must understand this matter, but in fact. Kyai's child label is just a symbol that means nothing. It was far from the person of the man that could not be said to be okay.

+62821xxx : Ustadzah?🤔

+62821xxx : Well, don't sleep first please, please😭

Ghina's hands sped quickly to turn off her mobile data because she did not want to be disturbed by Riki. Why would the man ask for help from him, while he was a friend from Fatih? fellow friends should be able to advise each other.

"This is true, if you both have no real friends," decak Ghina softly.

Every month her monthly guests attended, Ghina always woke up more rubbery than her usual days. At six o'clock, he just squirmed softly because he felt something cold caressing his cheek. He had guessed, it must be the mother who did it, but strangely the sensation was different when she caught the palm of the hand. Stocky.

"Are Imran's brothers?" ghina asked with narrowed eyes but when she saw the hair with the slanted bangs, her eyes widened. The reflex of the hand he threw violently.

"Trainer!" screeched and immediately sat down by enveloping his entire body. "Well, are you here?" asked Ghina sharply.

"Pick you up, it's six o'clock, how do you relax? let's take a shower and just thirty minutes?" Fatih looked at his watch. "It could be too late."

"Who told you to go to Fatih's room?!" ghina's jolt was angry that Fatih ignored her question.

"I want to come here. Take a shower, I'll wait outside" Fatih said casually. She had no intention of getting into Ghina's room, but her mother-in-law instead told her to wake up a bad-tempered Ghina when she got in the way.

It felt like Ghina was going to pinch or hit her husband but whatever the power, his condition was messy and embarrassing. He quickly got out of bed and kicked Fatih out.

"Sana out!" banish him who was possessed by Fatih with his grin.

When the two of them were in Fatih's vehicle, Ghina expressed her frustration.

"I don't like other people coming into my room" he said flatly.

"I'm no one else, I'm your husband" said Fatih who looked ahead.

"If you're my husband, but you're a stranger."

"After one house together, we will be a real husband and wife. Not a stranger anymore."

"Don't ngarep!"

"It's only natural that the husband and wife must be more strict. We're like gini, because the LDRan continues. Can't wait to go to the room."

"Aw!" Fatih shook her hand as her waist got one painful pinch from his wife.

"So, watch your talk!"

A few meters from the school, Fatih dropped Ghina off. The face of his wife was very disheveled unfriendly. He stretched out his hand to rub Ghina's head.

"Don't pout that dong, smile," said Fatih with a prickly flick.

"Your hands!" point Ghina at the palm that now rests on her head.

Fatih grimaced, "forgetfully."

"Fath!"

Fatih turned his head once he found a serious mimicry from Ghina. "What's wrong?" tanyakanya.

"Do you really want to race the bike with Lukman?"

"Who said?"

"Riki said that."

"Emang why?"

"You're an adult, Fath, if there's a problem solve it with a cool head, not even a motorcycle race."

Fatih smiled cynically. "Not that I ever said, never take care of my problems with anyone again, you forget?"

Ghina was stunned for a moment when she saw Fatih's suddenly cold face, her gaze sharp.

"I just want you, don't make any more trouble. Moreover, you have married the same you now, I do not want it to affect our household later."

"Why? do you still value our household?"

"So, why don't you ever think of me as your husband?"

Ghina fell silent, confused as to what to answer Fatih's question.

"You can't answer, can you? just realized how you've been doing all this time? married, but still putting your heart on other men?"

"So your words Fath, you don't know my true heart. Don't be so cute."

"Obviously Ghina, you're a girl who doesn't do much with men. Just the same Inspiration, you deket. Isn't that proof enough, if you really love him?"

Fatih smiled as soon as she saw Ghina who could not dwell on the spot. "Urus aja your problem Na, I'll take care of my own problems."

After that Fatih left Ghina who was stunned and her head was full of bullying questions earlier. Is that how he likes Inspiration? why is Fatih so easy to explain? And why did this morning the man bring up about himself as an unregarded husband? has Ghina been too much lately?

During the break, Ghina complained about her problem to Renata. The girl listened reverently as the mangosteen.

"Fix, he's mad at you Na." Renata came to the conclusion. "Sampe he felt not considered a husband, I also kasian the same Fatih. He's actually a good kid, just yeah it's a little naughty."

"Keep, how am I supposed to Ren? if the husband is angry with the wife, in the article I read, I will be doomed," complained Ghina.

"Well that's right. But yeah cemane again, already angry."

"When we usually fight, he's not that rich."

"Yes, he may have tried to be patient with a Ghina whose head was rich in stone" said Renata, who had a soft pinch on his arm.

"Aw, really atit," complained Renata while stroking his hand slowly which slightly flushed due to the pinch of Ghina.

"Sorry," said Ghina, for some reason lately it seems he pinched a lot of people. Zolim once himself.

"There's still a chance to talk. After school," Renata proposes that Ghina thinks, a few seconds later she smiles.

"Okay, thanks for the advice."

As usual, Ghina had picket duty tomorrow, but she did it today. Fatih and Riki are still loyal on the bench while playing guitar.

"Fath, I want to talk, by the way" Ghina said as she glanced at Riki. Understanding the meaning of the gaze, Riki grimaced and she immediately grabbed her bag and left from there.

Fatih was silent, while occasionally strumming the guitar but he did not sing. He was also just silent, not glancing at the girl who was now looking at him in annoyance.

Ghina approached and sat down beside Fatih, holding Fatih's hand and keeping him off the strings.

"If anyone talks about it" Ghina said.

"Where does it feel to be ignored?" Fatih asked back to make Ghina grunt.

"Yes I know. Cancel your bike race with Lukman, I don't like you like that."

"But I like it."

"Fatih, as a wife, I advise you. Enough already, your enmity must be stopped."

"Wife?" repeat Fatih with lips that smile next to each other, when there wants Ghina to bring up her status as a wife, but at other times where?

"So you feel like my wife, if I ask you how do you feel?" ask Fatih with her grin.

"Fatih, it's not time to talk about it" said Ghina, who did not want to discuss Inspiration.

"Yes it's up to you. You like to treat people, but you don't like to be set, you rock-head."

"Fath, what you're talking about!"

"Emang really, right? you don't feel Na? you're stubborn."

Fatih got up, she was wearing her backpack. Then glance at the watch, soon the game and Lukman et al will be held soon.

"Where are you going, take me home" Ghina smartly insisted.

"You go home alone. I have business."

"Train, one more step you walk, we're divorced!"

"It's not that easy." Fatih breezed away, he did not care about the obvious threat of Ghina, he had to do something today without any interference from anyone.

Ghina tried to chase Fatih to the parking lot, but Ghina accidentally met Ilham when Fatih's motorbike had disappeared behind the gate.

"Well, how come you haven't been home yet?" ask Ilham wonder.

"You know Lukman wants to race?" ask Ghina directly.

"Yes, I want to follow them. Let nothing unwanted happen. Where are you going?"

"I ..." Ghina was confused herself, if she said she wanted to pursue Fatih, Ilham must have been suspicious. If she doesn't say it, it means she has to go home without being able to prevent her husband from racing.

"Ham, do you know where it is?" ask Ghina who did not continue speaking.

"Near Banua High School," Inspiration replied. "Why? how are you doing that?"

"No papa. I want to see how the race is. Gini means." Ghina bit her lower lip. He is confused as to what to reason.

"I told Fatih to tell him that Fatih cannot race or do strange things at school" Ghina said, trying to calm down. "Lukman's race against Fatih, right?"

"Maybe," replies Unsurely. "Eh ummi? you familiar?" tanya Ilham was surprised.

"Yes, my mom's stitch subscription. I was heard from Riki, his friend Fatih, if Fatih and Lukman want to race. So, I want to try and stop him. Trust me, I keep thinking."

"Cock you anyway? you're a girl, how can you stop her," murmured Inspiration like it didn't like.

"Yes, you will go there. There are a lot of girls there, not alone. But, in doubt, I advise you not to go there."

"Yes." Yeah."

Inevitably, Ghina was forced to use the services of an online motorcycle taxi, even though she was very anti because to keep. He does not like to be in contact with people who are not mahram though with old people though. Anyway, it has become the principle of his life after the hijrah, unless it is an emergency. But how lucky he was when the driver turned out to be a woman.

Fortunately, this morning he took the initiative to bring a cell phone to school secretly. And sure enough, it can be used.

"Where?"

"Banua SMA."

Alhamdulillah, finally able to up, sorry so authoritative some of these hri fever plus headache. In fact, really want to write this story, but the head throbbing is not because. Btw, thank you for supporting this story, with likes, comments and votes.

Take care of your health, still adhere to the health protocol ️