The Young Married
Livid

Ghina asked to get down from a considerable distance from Banua High School, after paying the driver's fare, he immediately walked to the race place which turned out to be not far from the high school.

He could see a group of students still wearing uniforms. There are five girls Ghina herself does not know, but from their uniforms, indicating that the five girls are Banua High School boys.

His steps were getting closer to see what was happening. No cheers or motorbikes. His eyes glanced to and fro, looking for the whereabouts of Ilham, but nil.

"Where is it going?" ask Ghina lirih.

He was shocked when he saw someone fall to the ground. Finally, after some students started to stretch their circles, he could see who was in the middle of the round.

"Trainer!" riki's strangling was heavy, but he was also terrified. His head shrinks just like that if you have to deal with Lukman the gang. He was only able to bite his lower lip and hold Fatih's backpack tightly in his chest.

"You go, Rik," kicked Fatih, whose corner of his lips was bleeding.

"No, I won't stay with you. I'm still gentle as a man!" loud Riki with a voice that still trembled, so as to invite the laughter of Lukman and his men. He is actually happy, because Fatih is not a motorcycle race, but instead Fatih must be willing to lose before the match, must be ready to receive a bogeman from Lukman and his men.

"Heh mami's son!" call Lukman. "You don't hear what he said? go there! or do you want to get battered too?"

"I won't let you get Fatih's disease!" Riki moved forward, he puffed his chest in fear, and again made those who were there laugh, including some girls there.

"You two are the same, big mouth doang. Racing is not brave," hardik Lukman.

Fatih stood up, she wiped the corner of her lips. "I just don't want to solve problems in a childish way."

Lukman laughed cynically. "Bright?" He held onto Fatih's shoulder. "Basic cemen."

Without warning, Fatih floated his raw bogeman into Lukman's grinning face, making the girls scream. Ghina, who had been watching earlier, ran.

"Train enough!" he shouted and made the people who were there turn to the source of the voice.

"That bitch again, everywhere she is. Surprised me" Lukman grumbled and now walked over to Ghina.

"You want a bitch? want a punch too?" lukman asked sharply but did not make Ghina's eyes recede looking at him sharply.

"Stop your pride. You guys are big, you shouldn't behave like this. I've called Mr. Amran, they'll be here soon and reprimand you!" threaten Ghina's.

"Dog, this girl is really brave," Lukman annoyed and turned to his friends. "Seek out!"

Two of Lukman's men walked up to Ghina and tried to block her hand, but Fatih immediately raised her foot against their faces.

"Go Na!" tell him with a hunting breath.

Fatih's back collar was pulled off by Lukman, then a moment later, his face was hit by Lukman's fist.

"Prieve, I said stop!" Ghina tried to break up, but when Fatih tried to retaliate, he hit Ghina in the face and knocked the girl down.

"Hahaha, pushy!" Lukman laughed loudly. "Well, your girl, die!" said.

The new inspiration came and saw it, instantly helping Ghina to her feet. Fatih looked at Ghina with a guilty look, he accidentally hit Ghina.

Ghina's tears were shed, sure enough her estimation all along. Fatih is not a good man. He is a rude man.

"Na, sorry-" had not yet had time for Fatih to approach Ghina. Both of Lukman's men who had been kicked in the face by Fatih, immediately blocked both of Fatih's arms.

"Aren't you Papa Na?" tanya Ilham was worried.

Fatih saw how Ilham was holding onto Ghina's shoulder, there was a sense of dislike when he saw that.

"Yes, I'm not papa. I want to go home" isak Ghina. "Let them, I've contacted Mr. Arman to come here."

Ilham nodded. "Man, stop! you want to get in trouble before graduation huh?!" threaten Ilham when Ghina has pulled over. He approached his cousin.

"Don't interfere Ham! it's my business and hers!" lukman insisted and told his cousin Ilham to step aside.

"I can't let you beat people. You are both big, make peace. If you can't, just pendam your enmity to death."

"Go there, bring your girl Ham. It's my business with Fatih's rancor. There!"

Inspiration to take Lukman's face. "Aware Man!" pekik angry. He is not inexhaustible with the narrow mind of Lukman. Solve problems even with physical.

"******, get out of here Ham!" yelled Lukman angry. "Go, or your face is also battered. I still consider you my brother."

"Sir Arman is headed here again, I hope your quarrel is over, before he gets there." Finally Ilham was only able to remind with his flat face, because Lukman would not want to hear his talk.

Fatih revolted, he chased after Ghina who had walked a long way.

"Na, I'm sorry I was-"

"Enough!" jolt Ghina who did not want to hear anything more from Fatih. The pain in the corner of his lips was nothing, compared to his heart's throbbing due to Fatih's harsh treatment of him.

"Don't go home with Inspiration" said Fatih.

Ghina. He did not care about Fatih, his hands fiddled with mobile phones to order online motorcycle taxi.

Ilham chased after Ghina, he stared intently at Fatih. "Solve your business, Fath, don't bring Ghina into your trouble."

After the departure of Ghina and Ilham, Mr. Arman came and immediately reprimanded some of his students. He asked that tomorrow, Fatih and Lukman and his men take responsibility for their actions at BK.

"Damn!" lukman, whose revenge is still unrequited. He stared disappointedly as Fatih and Riki could just run away. He and his friends are also finally forced to disperse and tomorrow must be prepared if called to the annoying room.

When Fatih arrived at his house, he was immediately summoned by Abinya to the room used for Mushalla. Kyai Zhafran had heard from one of the teachers who this afternoon caught Fatih fighting.

"If your behavior is still so, you are not fit to be a household priest!" Kyai Zhafran said coldly. He was really embarrassed by the behavior of his son who was still childish despite having a wife. Fatih sat down with his hands resting on his knees.

"I'm sorry Bi. I'm trying not to make trouble anymore."

"The man if wrong is not much of a reason. You are a teacher! it could be an example!" kyai Zhafran growled and exhaled many times.

Fatih was just silent, he could no longer stand up and look for excuses. He just resigned and admitted that he was wrong. After getting sharp and piercing advice from his father, Fatih returned to his room. He was waiting inside worried.

"I'm sorry Ummi" Fatih said, throwing her body in bed. He held his mother's hand. Then kissed him with a blood-soaked face.

"That's you, it's really good to make trouble. If Abi does not get information from the school, surely you continue to do that. Why Nak? what's your problem with your friends?"

"Ummi Habits. Problem of teenagers." Fatih chuckled softly, making the Ummi sigh.

"Here, take your wounds first."

"Ummi, I'm guilty," beat Fatih again. Umm Zainab scrunched her forehead.

"Yes you are wrong. Ummi hope to introspkesi in the future."

"Not that. I accidentally hit Ghina."

"Astaghfirullah Fatih's! what have you done?" pekik Umminya surprised. He stopped the activity of compressing the face of the child.

"I was not intentional. There was Ghina trying to stop me."

"Oh Allah, son, how is Ghina? got severe? I have to call besan," said Ummi Zainab worriedly. He left his son's room and went back in with his cell phone.

"You can hit your own wife. Even if it wasn't intentional, it must be Ghina in pain."

Umm Zainab looked at her son. "Yes, you should apologize immediately. I don't feel comfortable knowing this either."

"Let me just Mi," pinta Fatih and take over the compress cloth held by Umminya. He let her call Ghina's mother.

"Where is Ghina?"

"Alhamdulillah, he's fine. Just got home from school and took a break in my room. Why?"

"Oh, no papa. Want some news, tonight Fatih wants to go there besan, no papa?"

"No papa besan, they're husband and wife too. Neither does papa."

"Yes, thanks for the package."

After the Maghrib prayers congregated in one of the mosques, because Fatih deliberately avoided meeting the students who would provoke him with various questions, he finally decided to immediately go to Ghina's house.

Arriving there, her mother-in-law greeted with a shocked face at Fatih's battered condition.

"Why are you son?" narsih asked worriedly and led Fatih to sit on the sofa.

"Mother, I came here to apologize. I am not a good husband, but I am very sorry and God willing in the future will improve my behavior."

Narsih who did not understand the direction of Fatih's talk only furrowed his brows. Finally Fatih explained at length about the incident last afternoon and made Narsih stare in disbelief. It made Fatih so afraid, if Narsih was angry and instead drove him away. But, the assumption is wrong.

"Pantes was your ummu asking Ghina." Narsih patted his daughter-in-law's shoulder gently, who was now resting in front of him. Yes, Fatih got that way just because he felt really sorry.

"You didn't intentionally. In part, Ghina could also have even deletin the man who was born." Narsih shook her head because she felt Ghina was too brave.

"She came home well, went straight into the room. If you want to see him, please. Come on, Mother interracial," bargained Narsih and Fatih nodded with a bright smile.

"Na, honey. Open the door" cried Narsih softly as he turned the door knob, apparently locked from the inside.

Before long, the door opened showing Ghina trying to smile with her puffy eyes, looking once after crying.

Narsih rubbed Ghina's head. "Why are you, son? it hurt?" tanyanya's worried.

Ghina. "No Ma'am. Did you take your medicine?" asked Ghina to switch the conversation, she had not realized that there was someone there too.

"Udah."

"Mother rest in the room. If you're tired, delay the seams first," suggested Ghina because she did not want her mother to drop back because of fatigue.

Narsih. "Here, there's your husband. He wants to see you."

Hearing that Ghina was shocked. Narsih opened Ghina's room door wide. Behind his back was Fatih who was looking at Ghina regretfully.

"Yes, you two talk. I'll take a break to the room."

Narsih left two lovebirds who stared at each other in silence.

"Na, I'm sorry." The first word that came out of Fatih's mouth when they were just speechless.

Ghina smiled cynically. "After what you've done, you're sorry?"

"I didn't mean it. That's reflex. Na, give me a chance."

Ghina was just silent while staring at the bruised face of Fatih, inwardly stupefied by Fatih's condition. Has he not had time to treat his wounds? inner Ghina.

To be honest, Ghina felt a little relieved that the bike race did not happen, maybe Fatih did realize that solving the problem was not like that.

"Wait here" Ghina said, returning to her room. After that, he came out with a P3K box and invited Fatih to sit on the sofa.

"Are you sorry for me?" ask Fatih who is now sitting next to Ghina. He stood up to face the girl. Ghina was silent, certainly not that easy to forgive Fatih. Even the wound on his lips was still intact and sore.

"Here's your face!" Ghina pulled Fatih's head to face him. He slightly affixed the cotton with alcohol water, then applied it to Fatih's face.

"Argh, sore." Fatih groaned slowly.

"Udah know the consequences will be gini, why is it still born?" ghina's focused tirade wiped the wounds on her husband's face and lastly she put betadin there and made Fatih grimace more and more. However, without Ghina realizing it, Fatih still had time to steal a look at the face that was only a few centimeters away from him.

"So, how's it going to be with Mr Arman?" ask Ghina.

"Tomorrow, we have to go to BK."

"Actually, what the hell are you guys up to until your enemies like gini?"

"Chick troubles and fame. I also don't want to be the enemy, but that's it. Humans are unique, sometimes fighting over something mortal."

"So, she envies you're famous and a lot of girls?"

"Perhaps, although there are many other causes."

Ghina sighed, the men's business is just there. Yes, even though it is almost like the affairs of women who are jealous of each other just because of something they do not have, such as beauty or achievement.

"Where are you?" fatih asked as Ghina finished her activities. The girl simply gazed towards the P3K box and reassembled its contents.

Ghina. "As you can see," he shrugged and was about to get off the couch. However, his hand was scuffed by Fatih.

"Na, I'm really sorry about that."

"You came here just to say that and take care of me?"

"Yes, I realize I was wrong."

"Good, self-introspection. You're Kyai's son, you should be an example."

"Thank you for my wife, who is already ingetin," said Fatih with a smile. His hand that still held Ghina's palm directly he pointed to his lips and kissed his wife's hand was anxious.

"Did? what's yours?!" ghina's surprised jolt found Fatih kissing her hand.

"Thank you, that's it. I can sleep well tonight."

Ghina clucked slowly. "Lambie."

"Father, it's just the same wife."

"Yourself." Ghina did not want to argue with Fatih. Tonight, he was tired as well and wanted to rest.

"Here, override." Fatih stood up and held the shoulder of his wife who had been held by Ilham. He pressed her slowly and made Ghina sit back on the sofa. Fatih smiled as Ghina did not reject him.

"Your lips are still bleeding, aren't you on medication?" ask Fatih who can still see there is a little wound on the lips of the wife.

"No need. Let me just," Ghina refused as Fatih ruffled back her P3K box.

"Do not refuse the help of the husband," said Fatih and make Ghina resigned. He was tired, his heart was tired, even to just reply to Fatih's words he was not tasteful.

Patih painstakingly rubbed betadin into the corner of his lips. So close to their position, Ghina can smell the fragrant shampoo in Fatih's hair. For some reason, there was a strange rustle in his chest, but he tried to brush it off.