The Young Married
Gaun

After the event after the event was over, each class was free to do whatever it took to spend time together.

Ms. Ratna, as the guardian of class XII TKJ IV immediately called Syafiq to get all the classmates gathered.

"Riki, you brought the camera, right?" ask Ms. Ratna

"Yes dong Bu, I took it first in the car," he said in a pongah style. Today, Riki did bring a car because he left with his father.

Before long, Riki returned with a camera and also a Tripod. They waited for one more queue to take a picture right in front of a large banner that read 'Farewell and Strengthening Class XII'.

It turned out that the one who was still taking pictures in front of the banner was Ilham's class. Until Ghina passed the man.

"Do you want a photo?" tawal Ilham was so close to Ghina. He glanced at Renata as well.

"No ah, enough photos with KSI will fit the farewell," Ghina refused with a smile.

"Neither, same Renata, right Ren?" ask Ilham.

Renata seemed to think, though he finally nodded. "Have the rare chance of a photo with chairman Hihi, who's motoin?" tanyakanya.

"But, I'm asking you to help me first." Ilham called one of his male friends to take a picture.

Ghina felt uncomfortable taking pictures like this with non mahram, but she felt this was the last memento at school with the man. Yes, even though they will later one campus, there is still at least capturing the moment at the time of the farewell event.

Position of Inspiration in the middle. In the apit on the left by Ghina and on the right by Renata.

"Original, I have two wives" commented Ilham's friend. Ghina took a considerable distance from Ilham, as did Renata.

Fatih who was also around there, just stared flatly at Ghina who was smiling towards the camera.

"It's obvious that you like her Na" he said.

"Hey, come with dong, take a photo with the chairman." Meysa's sweet voice was heard. The dimple of his cheek looks inward, he smiles widely.

"Yuk Mey," asked Renata who immediately pulled Meysa's hand to a position near Ilham.

"Hihi, the golden opportunity of the photo is the same chairman," said Meysa who was returned to his head by Ilham.

"Hey bro, it could also be the same photo of a girl. Kirain's anti." Ghina stared pushyly at Fatih who was suddenly immersed there. He moved away from Inspiration a few steps.

"What is important is not a photo of the two doang," replied Inspiration flatly. He brushed off Fatih's hand on his shoulder.

"Yuk we both photograph, for mementos," invited Fatih who made the girls around Ilham step aside.

Ilham just stared lazily at Fatih, disturbing only, his mind.

"I think you will be busy with photos with your fans," said Ilham made Fatih chuckle.

"Udah, this morning."

"Let's go kids, it's our turn to take a photo" interrupted Bu Ratna who saw another class was already done taking pictures.

Ghina and Renata withdrew from there, also followed by Fatih.

"Ready, formal pose first. Let's look at the wibawanya," Riki said with her hand holding the camera. "Eh, Zal, can't you lift two fingers? it'll be like that style."

Riki pointed at Rizal who posed 'peace' two fingers. The owner just sighed.

"Okay, everything's cool." Riki set a timer in his camera, then by running around he immediately joined the others.

"Well, if you keep running, my expression becomes like a bego, ask a photographer please, ma'am?" ask with a complaint.

"Okaya Riki, it's hard as well. Kasian you go back and forth set the timer so, there call Om the photographer," said Ms Ratna.

Finally, they can be stylish with relief, because Om the reliable photoghrafer continues to take pictures in the style of shooting models.

"Change style!" interruptions by Fotoghrafer.

Snap!

"Goody!" his comment.

After taking a picture, all the students greeted Ms. Ratna while apologizing if any mistakes were made during their time as students of the woman.

"Yes, I'm also sorry if there's been a mistake with you all this time" Ms Ratna said as she hugged and kissed the girls' cheeks.

"Mom, hug too," whined Riki who got the plot from Ms. Ratna, but instantly their laughter there broke.

"You've grown up Riki, not ashamed ya hug Mom?" god Bu Ratna's.

Riki scratched his non-itchy nape. "Next single, no one's snuggling."

All his classmates laughed again.

"Hold, a hug with a mango tree!" chirp Renata while pointing towards the Mango tree whose position is close to the banner.

Riki just sneered, "yes, you're single huh."

"Then you are both single, a mate." Rizal's voice sounded mocking, he was actually arrogant because Riki from yesterday continued to blame him when he wanted to take pictures.

"Huhuhu, agreed!" the other koor.

A few days after the breakup, Renata visits Ghina's house with a crack of her favorite honey mango.

Ghina opened the door with a sparkling face, "waalaikumussalam, come in," he asked.

Renata smiled cheerfully, then followed Ghina inward. He saw Ghina's mother who was still struggling with her sewing machine.

"Well, Renata? you haven't played for a long time." Narsih stopped her activities to see Renata. The girl with a sweet but often grimacing smile greeted Narsih.

"Yes Ma'am, even though he wants to play too, just getting busy after the twelfth grade."

"Yes, I know. How's your mom and dad doing?"

"Alhamdulillah be healthy Ma'am."

"How's father?" ask Narsih who already knows about the condition of Renata's father who can not walk.

"Still the same ma'am, but thank God it's important his body is healthy, I'm happy."

"Masyaa Allah, yes Renata. The patient, God willing, your father can be healed."

"Aamin Ma'am."

"Come on Ren, to my room. Mom, I'd like to play in the room with Rena."

"Yes there."

"Where's your Lily, I miss you." Renata immediately ran towards the window as soon as it was welcome to enter the room. Ghina was only bitter about the behavior of her best friend.

"Wouldn't you?" Ghina poked a box of chocolate bars at Renata.

"Well, chocolate? huhu, mau dongs, "girangnya and sit in Ghina's study chair.

"Lilymu is getting pretty. Did you take a break, busy with the exam?"

"That's my dear Ren, there's no way I can ignore it so much."

"Yes the future boss of flowers hihi. Btw, do you really want a post-college flower business?"

Ghina nodded, she sat on the bed while facing Renata.

"Maintaining flowers is my hobby, so is it hard to do business?"

"Yes could do it. Just, does Fatih agree?"

"Why Fatih?"

"Yes, he's your husband. You don't have permission to do business."

"No permission times. Business is for me personally, let's not be alone if bosen college."

"But Fatih knows you want this business?"

"Later to know."

"Say now, who knows he will want your capital Na."

"Okay, I'm looking for my own capital."

"I have a husband too. You can make a living, huhhi."

"No, I can do it myself."

Their conversation came to a halt as Ghina's phone on the desk sounded.

Renata immediately grabbed the square object, his brows frowning as soon as he saw the name on the screen.

"Whose nyebelin rabbit is Na?" kepo tanyanya.

Ghina immediately jumped, she immediately took her smartphone from Renata's hand.

"Why is he calling?" pissed Ghina.

"Who's Na?" ask Renata.

Ghina rolled her eyeballs. "He."

"Wa'alaikumussalam, why?" ask Ghina ketus.

"Tomorrow, my family will visit."

"What's? for?"

"Well, the reception, we're graduating."

"So fast?"

"Trainer!" ghina's snapping left Renata listening to Ghina's conversation shocked.

"Hehe, joke. Just tell me about Mom."

"Tomorrow all the fittings of wedding clothes again to the boutique Ma'am Nafisah, choose a different design from yesterday."

"Ih really males."

"It should be."

"It's up to you, I'm closed, wassalam!"

Ghina slammed her body on the bed, Renata followed.

"Why the hell was that?"

"In the meantime, I'm reception Ren, I can't imagine, how shocked it will be if I spread the invitation," Ghina said, revealing her face.

"Yes, no papa. Maybe, just don't think you guys want to get married. Your relationship is like that."

"Ren, how should I go?" Ghina showed my face to Renata, in the corner of her eyes there were already glasses that were about to fall.

"You, mind of Inspiration?" guess Renata.

Ghina shook her head, though her heart confirmed Renata's words.

"I can't imagine how he'll look like. Then, if he comes to my wedding, I'm gonna have to behave like what?"

"Yes, I don't think so. Just relax," Renata replied lightly.

"Reeeennn, not that" isak Ghina.

"Well on, yeah how else, you're not a match," said Renata frustrated.

"It's hard to accept that if this is a fact and actually Ren's reality, I married Fatih, O God." Ghina rubbed her face slowly. His mind was back in chaos if he remembered himself now tied to the sacred bond of marriage.

"Yes, be patient Na, this time a test from Allah. God willing you are capable." Renata said wisely, patting Ghina's shoulder gently.

"But Ren, the one I was expecting wasn't Fatih!"

Renata shook his head slowly, it was indeed difficult to conquer a stubborn person like Ghina. If being stubborn for anything else is okay, but it's his heart problem. The girl's feelings for Inspiration, why is it so hard to forget?

"Life is not sure as expected. You can forget Ilham Na. Fatih, good man, he could be your priest."

"You don't understand him, Ren. If you're in my position, it'll be nyeselah same with him."

"Where do I know, I'm not in your position. No papa, just walk first. For the future, we don't know."

"It's my fault Ren, I shouldn't be able to fall in love with him."

"Yes, you'll never say that falling in love is a fitrah. So, we can't also blame ourselves, his name has fallen, yes how else." Renata sighed. "Or, gini aja, you said the same first Inspiration, let's not be surprised, suddenly get an invitation."

Ghina patted Renata's shoulder gently, "That's impossible. She must be shocked."

"Yes, it is equally surprising, the difference is 'Ilham so can be ready to arrange his heart again hihi."

"Ren, I'm in a dilemma" said Ghina, looking into her best friend's eyes. His life choices have confused him.

Renata hugged Ghina. "Na, you are a girl who God knows religion, you must know how the role of the wife. I'm sure you can do it." Renata was silent for a moment, "it's tough. But, you must realize from today, that your husband is Fatih, not Ilham or anyone else Na. Fatih Na, remember, Fatih."

After the night he had trouble sleeping, in the morning he had to get ready to welcome guests. Husband and his family.

Ghina saw the face of the mother so sumringah while arranging a snack in the living room. If you think back to why he was willing to marry Fatih, of course one of the reasons is his mother. Yes, just to make my mom happy. But, sometimes Ghina wants to cry, why should the way to make Mom happy by hurting herself?

"Mother is very happy to come to the Kyai family," commented Ghina who had sat on the sofa.

"Definitely dear, it is an honor for our house to be visited by Kyai again" said the mother.

Ghina only smiled blandly, very evil if she spewed out the happy hue of the mother. Perhaps, if his deeds agree with the will of the heart, then today, it feels like Ghina expressed her disapproval of marrying Fatih. Yes, even if it's too late. But at least there is effort.

Ghina recalled the last conversation with Renata yesterday.

"Ren, I have a plan. Tomorrow, right again chat, I'll go straight to the point, if you want a divorce with Fatih."

"Don't Na, O Allah, it's not you. Childish," Renata refused loudly. His eyes even glared.

"Keep, I have to use the other way?"

"I don't know, it's hard. There is an evil, rich way that you just called. Or, for example, you reveal the ugliness of Fatih, the incompetence of him being a priest, who knows his family agrees you are divorced. But uh, nasty huh?" Renata grimaced himself.

"Renataaaa! I'm dead-end, usually not gini."

"Yes, Na, take it first. Patience, I will always support you."

The two families are still seriously talking about the date of the recipe, how the format to what kind of wedding dress desired by both brides.

"I'm up to you" Fatih replied when asked what kind of wedding concept.

"I like simple concepts, such as outdor weddings that are currently in trend but still not excessive." Ghina gave an opinion, which Nafisah called sumringah.

"Yes very true Na, the concept of marriage respsi today is frugal but still elegant, okay Ma'am agrees with your idea."

"Abi, for the invitation, will all Kyai acquaintances Abi, be invited?"

"Yes Nduk, definitely. Later, Abi gave me a list of names."

"Okay Bi."

Indeed, for the preparation of the reception, Nafisah was the busiest. Even himself who requested that the design of the invitation, he ordered it later.

"Yuk we go," asked Nafisah according to their plan. Yes, the clothes fitting the bride again for the second time with both partners who are already halal.

"Btw, you've been married almost four months. Is there a deg-deg ser yet?" nafisah asked when they were in the car owned by Maheer, Nafisah's husband.

Uhuk!

Fatih coughed, he clucked lazily. Her brother's question was really of no quality at all.

Ghina who was beside Nafisah was also just indifferent, confused to answer what.

"Eh, even diem-diem bae, has there been a taste of belom?"

"You're why it's not so good quality Ma'am, which is like that in tanyain, 'the affairs of the heart. Who knows," replied Fatih irritatedly.

"Loh, asked instead insist," said Nafisah. "Na, what do you think about Fatih, after you became his wife?" the woman turned to look at Ghina.

"Yes that's Mama."

"That's how, baby? I don't understand."

Ghina chuckled, as the nature of Nafisah was now more like a child asking for an explanation with her innocent face.

"Just like before."

"Huh? the nyebelin's still the same?"

"Yes Ma'am," Ghina replied as she looked at Fatih from the central rearview mirror.

"Hahaha, it's funny you guys." His breath closed his mouth so that his laughter would not go anywhere. "Down your nyebelin behavior, how would the wife want to endure it?" taunted Nafisah to his sister.

Fatih snorted softly, "the same-nice as well," he replied.

Ghina was about to retaliate, but she said that she was uncomfortable having to argue with Fatih in front of Sister-in-law.

After arriving at Nafisah's Boutique, the woman left two lovebirds near some of the bridal dresses.

"You look around first, choose the most suitable, you want to go up first" said Nafisah as he passed.

"This time, I chose a costume for you" Fatih said as she walked towards the dress on the glass display.

"Like me, I want to choose myself" Ghina said.

Fatih flipped, "this is the husband's order."

"That's just you, don't want anything!" Ghina was still strong, she walked in the opposite direction.

Fatih quickly pulled out her hand. "Take a look at this first" he said.

Ghina brushed off Fatih's hand, "don't hold it!"

"So, kawala?" ghina asked as soon as she saw the wedding dress combined with khimar as well as veil.

Fatih nodded, "i don't want my wife's beauty to be looked at by the crowd."

Ghina looked at Fatih, making sure her ears were not misheard. Is it true, Fatih said the sentence earlier? that serious?

"Hey, even dumb," Fatih said as his wife fell silent. "If you don't want to, I won't make it. Just a nyaranin. Although the concept of the show is separate between men and women, still, there must be our classmates who want to see you."

Ghina seemed to think, true also what Fatih said, he did not like if his face would be seen by many people. If he is not dressing up he is okay, but when his condition is wrapped in makeup, he is also embarrassed. Worry tabarruj.

"Yes," replied Ghina briefly.

"May I obey my wife" said Fatih, with her hand rubbing Ghina's veil.

"Hhh your hand Fath!" annoyed jolt.

Fatih's hand moved to Ghina's face, "yes if you don't want to be in the head, just caress it here" he said, causing Ghina to glare and pull over the hand.

Ekhem!

The voice was able to make both of them turn their heads, and Ghina's face reddened to see the expression of her Sister-in-law.

"Ciye, the romances in the house, if there is a fear of singles who squirm."

Yuhu...bare again Ghina and Fatih reception🤗.