The Young Married
First Night

Kyai's large family dinner takes place in full color. All the children, daughters-in-law and grandchildren of the head of the boarding school attended the reception of Ghina and Fatih.

Chat after chat continues, until there are also temptations imposed on the two newlyweds who will sleep tonight together.

"Udah Fisah, kasian Ghina, his face is red." A warning from Umm Zainab to Nafisah who continues to tease her son-in-law.

Narsih just stared at the anxiety of his son who was acting so calm at the moment. Imran also felt the same way, of course the younger brother must still feel awkward with the family of Pak Kyai.

"Any five kids? I'm sure Fatih can be stronger than that, "please tell Nafisah in a giggle while showing her five fingers.

"You have to be Ma'am," annoyed Fatih who had earlier been his heart snobbed bin furious because Nafisah constantly hurled words of ridicule at him.

Isya reverberated, all the men who were there resigned to perform congregational prayers at the Mushalla pesantren.

Ghina helped her mother-in-law to wash the dishes, after which she and her mother chatted in Nafisah's room.

"Learn the sweetness, this is your husband's house."

"Yes ma'am, I'll try. The Kyai family is very friendly too."

Narsih stroked the head of her daughter. "It turns out, Mom's son is an adult now. You can choose your own life and make the right decisions. Enjoy your husband, be open to each other and understand. The problem must be there, but it's all just to test how strongly you keep that sacred promise."

"Mom, there's someone's story. She doesn't like other people because other people are causing her problems. What should someone do, Mom?"

"God sent someone in our lives, possibly two. First, there may be something we learn. Second, maybe he exists, so we can learn something from him. Life is about learning, son. Learning is not instant, it takes a process, so there is the term learning throughout life."

Ghina was gripping her hands while holding her.

"Look at the advantages, don't focus on the same disadvantages. God willing, we can be more accepting of what it is."

"Thank you, Mom, because I was born. From my mom, I learned a lot."

"We are happy or not, depending on this," pointed Narsih at his son's heart. "Do you know what has kept me alive to this day?"

"Because of me and Brother Imran?"

Narsih shook his head slowly. "Because, inside is alive. A calm heart can be obtained by accepting all the destinies that God has laid down. Whatever it is."

Ghina nodded, hugging her mother tightly. "I love you."

Surah al-lail's singing was melodious. Ghina and her mother listened in silence.

"Well, what is the voice of the priest?" comment Narsih.

"Yes, Mom." Ghina confirmed, because indeed the voice that sounded quite loud to the room of Nafisah was really soothing.

"That's Fatih Bu's voice" said someone who had just entered. Nafishah, he opened his closet, and took his face there.

"Masyaa Allah, very sweet. Mom likes. Like the voice of Muzammil hasballah."

"Yes, his students often say, Fatih's voice looks like Muzzammil Bu," said Nafisah.

Ghina simply fell silent at Mother and Nafisah's conversation. He was surprised to know that Fatih's voice was more melodious when teaching than singing. Yes, even when singing, he admitted that Fatih's voice was good.

"Perhaps, that's part of her excess," inner Ghina.

"Come, Brother deliver to Fatih's room," invited Nafisah when Ghina was over performing Isya prayers.

His mother and Imran said goodbye a few minutes ago and now lives him who has to face Fatih alone in the man's room.

Nafisah knocked on the door of the sister's room. As he looked inside, there was no one there.

"Fatih is still out of his pocket" Nafisah said.

"Company me Ma'am" pinta Ghina pleaded with her eyes.

"Yes, Madam temenin."

Just a few minutes into their room, Fatih had already knocked on the door and entered into it. The man was wearing the white robe he wore during the first photo session this morning.

The same with the current Ghina, who still wears a white robe, is combined with a matching colored khimar. In fact, a small crown was still on it, at the coercion of Nafisah.

"Well, your husband has come. Ma'am, pamit ya dear," Nafisah told Ghina who stood stiff there.

"Yes Ma'am," Ghina replied as she glanced at Fatih who walked leisurely towards the open window, then closed it.

"Fath, do not be fierce with your wife, just be careful if you arrive tomorrow Ghina cry because of your behavior," threatened Nafisah before leaving.

"Yes, go!" push Fatih, he is still upset with his brother's behavior at dinner last night.

"Look down, if you want to take a shower, take a shower. If you want anything whatever," said Fatih while removing the coffee. He also took off his robe leaving shorts under his knees in white and t-shirts of the same color.

Ghina is like being a woman who is selfish and does not know what to do. This room, it's still foreign to him. And Fatih, who he knew, but suddenly felt strange and scary.

"Woi, even daydream." Fatih approached Ghina, waving her hand in front of the girl.

"What the hell? I don't daydream either" Ghina said and looked the other way.

"It was called nyaut that. Oh yeah, your clothes were finished off by noon Ummi into the closet, huh." Fatih pointed to his large closet which now contains additional clothes of his wife.

"If you don't want to take a shower first, I will" said Fatih, then grabbed her towel and sauntered into the bathroom.

Ghina sighed softly, she rubbed her own face violently. Anyone who was in his position, must have felt an incredible awkwardness. Confused what to behave like to the husband. Usually, in the room only alone, there are now others who accompany.

He had to rack his brain from now on, thinking about what he would do when Fatih was out of the bathroom. Did he shower too? or don't you and now just pretend to be asleep? or did he just go out and sleep in the room with Nafisah? ah, it's impossible.

Almost his body fell to the bed, when the sound of the bathroom door opened. His heart was pounding more and more and Ghina certainly cursed him in the heart.

"Don't be like a bego!" angryness.

"What do you want to take a shower to go to bed?" ask Fatih while wiping her wet hair. The man was fully dressed. Brown under-knee pants with black t-shirt.

"Huh? e-e-me." Ghina cursed her stammered mouth not knowing a place.

Fatih furrowed her brows, but a second later she grinned. "Today I saw you being so nervous? why?" he asked and walked closer to the wife who was sitting on the side of the bed.

Ghina looked at Fatih, the smell of shampoo pouring into the air, but she quickly turned back to face. "Who's nervous, I'm just confused, thinking about taking a shower, because it's late, cold."

"Times?" ask Fatih and walk closer to being right in front of Ghina.

"Yes, go to sleep first. I think I'm going to take a shower, I'm forced to, it's so sticky." Ghina clasped her hands in front for Fatih to get out of there immediately.

Ghina was about to get up from her seat, but her hand was held by Fatih who a few seconds later sat herself beside Ghina.

"Lepasin Fath, I'm gonna take a shower!" screeched Ghina in the voice she was trying to slow down.

His ass sat on the side of the bed. "She's cold."

"I said it was sticky, I wanted to take a shower."

Fatih suddenly held Ghina's head, making the owner shocked. Especially when Fatih closed his eyes and chanted a prayer, in Ghina's heart agreed. But, on the other hand, he was worried about something.

"Where, if the bath is after my layanin?" ask Fatih with a serious face. His eyes were on Ghina's lips.

Suddenly, Ghina flanged, her eyes staring in horror at the man whose hue felt so different. Ghina was afraid, Fatih asked for her right tonight.

"I-I don't"

"Didn't he just hear a lecture? what did Mr Kyai say? obey husband? serving husband?" cecar Fatih with questions.

"Fatih, you don't intend-"

"Surely, intent. I've done bacain do'a for you Na. Now, you're pretty sure what I want."

"Fath, not that-"

Fatih placed her index finger on Ghina's lips. Afterwards, he moved his face slowly, causing Ghina to squeeze even more into the bedsheet he was sitting on.

Fatih desperately tried to hold back her laughter when she first saw Ghina's terrified expression. He continued to advance his face, until Ghina's eyes were tightly closed but his face grimaced.

"Hahaha, kidding Na. Don't be so tense, don't." Fatih squeezed Ghina's nose slowly, making her owner open her eyes and stare at Fatih furiously.

Although annoyed because Fatih had done it, but on the other hand he was relieved, because the man did not do the thing he feared.

"Trainer!" irritated Ghina and pinched her husband's arm violently.

"Aw! sick my wife."

"Awas why huh? I'm not afraid, there are, you are afraid. Ciyah, your face was afraid of hahaha." Fatih held her own stomach from laughing.

Ghina got out of bed with a frowning face. But, Fatih held him back again. The man stood before him.

"You want to take a shower, right? let's go this dong, later to the wc, nyemplung deh, 'dear." Fatih removed the small crown that was on Ghina's head.

Ghina just snorted, then stepped towards the closet and picked up a towel as well as some clothes. Yeah, he's gonna change in the bathroom, no way in front of that guy, right?

The bathroom door opened, featuring Ghina in sleeping pajamas whose arms and pants were long, not forgetting her head was wrapped in a veil.

"How are you still wearing a veil?" tanya Fatih who was busy with her phone, now glanced at Ghina.

"Like me" replied Ghina.

"Nggak papa juga kamu lepas, aku juga udah pernah liat rambutmu."

"No way!"

Fatih just shook his head slowly, he returned to focus on serving chats from his fans who were heartbroken when he found out he was married.

"Where's your? I see," asked Fatih to Ghina who was still sitting at the dressing table.

Ghina turned her head, she saw her phone was located on the nightstand. He quickly ran there, worried Fatih took it. Although, she lost quickly, her husband had already taken it with an annoying expression.

"Fath, balikin!" pinta Ghina.

"Borrow. Uh, not in the lock?" Fatih grinned, her fingers playing directly on Ghina's phone screen.

"No manners you Fath, take people without ck's permission." Ghina clucked in annoyance. But, Fatih just ignored it.

"Sit here, if you want to see me say your hape." Fatih patted the bed next to him.

"No want! here ah come back in."

"Many of them are spam you. They didn't fuck with you, did they?" tanya Fatih saw so many chats whose numbers had been blocked by Ghina.

"Train, don't you?!" Ghina was still asking, she was afraid if Fatih reached the chat he and Ilham.

"Now, take it," Fatih said as she thrust her phone at Ghina. However, just as his wife was about to take it, Fatih did not give it to him.

"Trainer! it's really nyebelin. Here!" Ghina got into bed and tried to snatch her phone from Fatih.

Her husband laughed widely, then moved his hands so that the rectangular shape was not reached by him.

Ghina's hardness of heart made him reflect pushing Fatih's body hard to the point of falling down.

"Argh, how very sad you are Na. Sick," Fatih said, holding his butt that kissed the floor.

Ghina smiled winning. "Racaine."

"Loh, the same quality of the husband will be kapok loh."

"Don't like to be husband. It won't work!"

Ghina got out of bed, pocketed her cell phone, and walked to a table near the closet. There are lots of piles of gifts there.

"A lot of it, help me unboxing Fath" Ghina said, touching her one-on-one card.

"Well, I want to sleep. Open it yourself." Fatih put herself in the bed, and closed her eyes even though she was not sleeping.

"Trainer! help your wife!" ghina's jolt was irritated while pulling Fatih's arm.

"She can't wear a husband and wife's postulate?" annoyed Fatih. "So, I don't want to help you. Tired, want to sleep. Eh incandescent can be."

Ghina glared, she pinched the softness of Fatih's arm. "Cepet help me open."

"What's opened?" fatih asked while getting up, then held onto Ghina's veil with a smile next to her. "Here I help you."

"Easter!" Ghina brushed off Fatih's hand. He stepped back towards the table, then moved all the gifts to the floor.

Actually not without reason he was like this, just wanted to not be nervous just in front of Fatih, also his eyes felt not sleepy somehow. May Fatih really sleep first.

"Everything if you work together, must be light, right?" ask Fatih and sit himself in front of scattered gifts.

Ghina didn't care, didn't respond at all. He had tore and cut the paper covering one of the gifts, with the flowers.

"This is from Renata" said Ghina who saw the name of her best friend listed.

Ghina was stunned for a moment upon seeing the contents. He glanced at Fatih who was looking at him curiously. "What book is that?" tanyakanya.

Ghina simply shook her head and hid her book to the side. "What book is Na?" repeating Fatih, he even shifted his seat to look at the book hidden by Ghina.

"Ordinary reading books, especially for girls."

Fatih mangosteen, he again continued to tear the gift. Ghina who glanced at Fatih let out a sigh of relief, as the man was no longer curious about what book Renata had given him. Inwardly, Ghina cursed her friend who did not properly fill the gift with a book that was not worth reading for the underage children.

Inside there is a note that is certainly very annoying.

I know, you're not the kind of person who likes unimportant things. So, I'm just in the book. Must like it, right? directly read to your husband, guaranteed, the first night smoothly jaya! huhu spirit!

"What try?" ghina's mind is troubled and squeezes a letter from Renata. "Tell you Ren."

"Aren't you sleepy, Fath?" asked Ghina who was bored and achy because not all the gifts were open.

"You sleepy?" Fatih asked back. "Yes go to sleep first, let me finish this. Tomorrow I'm going to go."

"Where?"

"Haul Datu Kalampayan."

Ghina just remembered, if the separation of KSI by making a pilgrimage to the tomb Datu Kalampayan, and it turns out the time is tomorrow.

"Fath," call Ghina.

"What?"

"Tomorrow, can I join Haulan's show? same with KSI members? your farewell event is to visit there and I just want to, the time is tomorrow."

"If I don't get permission, how?"

"Trainer!"

"I'm not allowed. If you want to go there, you have to be like me. But, I leave with Kyai-kyai from other pesantren, surely you will not feel at home and awkward. The choice is two, don't come at all, or come with me, just be with Abi's friends."

"I want to be with KSI Fath, we want a farewell tomorrow. Last show, why? anyway tomorrow there's Mr. Adam too, there's not going to be things that you think."

"It's not Na. Haul is a lot of people, you should go with your husband, not your friends, although there are female friends, still not safe from temptation. Could be, later your men steal the opportunity, right?"

"Your su'uzon, I won't do anything weird. Yes, Fath? I have permission for you, you know that it is not necessary!"

"Now's gambek?"

"You are dark."

"The light is still on gini."

"Trainer!"

"Yes I'm a permit, but on condition."

"What the hell use the terms of everything."

"You must follow my orders."

"What?"

"Let me know. Anyway, you can go, but keep a civilized as a woman. I'm sure you can." Fatih stared right at the bead of his wife's eyes. Not that he did not want Ghina to attend the event whose purpose was the worship. But, he just didn't want Ghina to meet with Ilham and get them closer.

"I-iya," Ghina replied as she threw her face aside for being stared at like that by her husband.

Yuhuu, back authority again..How was Ghina's first night with Fatih?😂

Not according to the shadow of kalean huhu, later if they are both ready eh?

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