The Young Married
Fear

"Sleep first if you're sleepy" said Fatih because he noticed Ghina repeatedly closing her mouth because she yawned.

Ghina was actually worried, whether to sleep first, then later feared Fatih doing strange things, or he slept at the end, waiting for Fatih to sleep? but until when? until all the presents are opened?

Moreover, this morning he sat all day in the temple, only when the time of prayer arrived, he took a break. And certainly very exhausting.

"Snap, will I carry it to the bed?" fatih asked as his wife was just daydreaming on the spot.

"Don't! I can do it myself" Ghina refused. He looked at Fatih. "E-e I'm allowed to sleep in your bed, okay?"

"Sleep wherever you can, outside too please."

"Don't Fatih!" irritated Ghina, making her husband chuckle softly.

"Yes there sleeping in my bed."

"Em, we're not a checkmate, are we?"

"Keep, where am I? masa' on the couch, is this my room? or do you want to sleep on the couch?"

"Ih, pegel my body. Just be careful if things go."

"You want me to fuck around?"

"Said not to."

"Yes there, relax, you're safe" Fatih said. "Safe for today, but don't know tomorrow night hehe."

Ghina clucked in annoyance, then immediately walked towards the bed and laid herself down there. The atmosphere of this room was completely different from his room. On the wall is a large figura with a picture of Lily flowers. Wait, Lily flowers? that's Ghina's favorite?

"You like Lily too, Fath?" ask Ghina who is lying down.

"No."

"Why is there a picture of him there?"

"Because my wife likes, then I'll like what my wife likes."

"Rice!"

"What's stale?"

"No papa."

After that brief conversation, Ghina finally fell asleep as well after setting the alarm, she did not want to wake up late at her in-laws' house. The first night in a foreign place, must have always been like this, not slumbering and finally riled up on his own. Right facing is uncomfortable and vice versa. In the past, when he first stayed at Renata's house was also the same.

It turned out, not requiring an alarm even Ghina could wake up on her own. He was in a position facing to the left and was completely shocked by his own unconscious behavior, his head was now on top of Fatih's chest. The man slept on his back, not shifting a bit from his place.

She lifted her head slowly to see if her husband had woken up or not, but it had not and it made Ghina sigh in relief.

"If people sleep, can't they calm down? how is he so calm?" inner Ghina.

"Thank God he's not a macem" Ghina said, rising from his position.

"Huh? which veil? oh, my God." Ghina suddenly panicked when she did not feel that there was a cover on her head, she looked up at the nightstand, there was her veil.

"Don't he take it off?" batin Ghina is suspicious. "Fatih Basin!"

He immediately got up and walked towards the bathroom to take ablution. When he came out, his mouth opened little to see Fatih who was staring at him on the bed.

"The wife of Solehah yes, can wake up tahajud without being awakened," said Fatih with a hoarse voice.

Ghina did not want to reply to Fatih's words, she walked up to the closet and took her face.

Fatih walked over with a fluffy smile. Staring at his wife who is now even staring in front of the closet.

"What?" ghina asked with her eyes glaring.

"I hold it? let it abort hehe," seduced Fatih and pointed his hand at Ghina's face.

"Trainer! don't!" the jolt of Ghina trying to dodge, she shifted her body to the side. Fatih also came.

"I want to kiss you."

"No need for Fath!" Ghina immediately ran away and it made Fatih laugh with satisfaction and waltzed into the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" ghina asked as Fatih was already wearing a bottle green robe with her white skullcap and walked towards the door.

"Salat with santri."

"Oh, is routine like this?"

"Yes. You want me to imamin salat tahajud huh?"

"Relieve it!"

"Really?"

"I want to pray, go away."

"Other times yes, there is still a lot of time for us to pray together. Assalamualaikum."

Ghina silently stared at her husband's departure. One more fact that he knew from Fatih, in addition to sound melodious when teaching, the man can also do night prayers. In fact, his behavior while in school, does not reflect the ability at all.

Secretly, his lips curved upwards. Has his heart started accepting Fatih as a husband? were the people around him really saying that Fatih could be a good priest to him? I don't know, Ghina still hesitates.

Although awkward and not used to the atmosphere of Kyai's house. Ghina remained outside and walked towards the kitchen after she performed the Fajr prayer. And sure enough, her mother-in-law was already struggling there with an apron neatly attached to her old body.

"Ummi, how can I help you?" ask Ghina gently.

"Dear, how are you doing?" ummi Zainab asked that made Ghina furrow her eyebrows. However, Kyai Zhafran's wife finally understood and only gave a small chuckle.

"Ghina is healthy Ma'am, yesterday the pegel really sat a long time in the pelaminan, this morning the crumbs."

"Oh yes it is natural. Can you help Ummi irisin the vegetables?" point Ummi Zainab at some vegetables lying on the table. In spirit, Ghina nodded.

"Well, the new bride is very diligent" commented Nafisah who had just arrived in the kitchen and saw her brother-in-law already there.

Ghina simply replied with a smile. "Kalem ya Bu, Fatih's wife" he said, kissing Umm Zainab.

"So Fisah, you must also fit in the house of in-laws not much talk, right?" Ummi Zainab reminded of the moment when Nafisah must also experience the same thing when staying at her mother-in-law's house.

"Hehe." Breath grimacing. "Where was last night? getting sick? Ummi's got herbal medicine to make up for."

Ghina stopped her activities. Why is everyone asking how he is? come on, he's fine.

"Yes crumpled Mbak," replied Ghina and resumed cutting events.

"What!" Nafisah's eyes glared. "Child today, pinter if the problem is that, wonder." Nafisah shook her head.

"Surely, go straight. Fatih asked how many rounds?"

Ghina's face flushed red, where exactly was Nafisah talking? is it okay, he meant his Sister-in-law asked how his first night with Fatih was?

Yes, Ghina understands. At the age of his adult age, already understand that. But she never expected that Nafisah and her mother-in-law would ask about privacy. Shame, it was obvious he felt his face hot right now.

"Fisah, sayin don't like godain Ghina. Cassian she is, ashamed of it." Ummi Zainab warned her mischievous and chatty son.

"Assynnya!"

The sound of greeting sounded quite loud. They can guess that's Fatih's voice. Kyai Zhafran went straight into his Mihrab to talk to the child.

"Well, your husband came Na. Come on samperin" Nafisah said as she pushed Ghina's shoulder.

"Ngapain Ma'am? I'm helping you cook."

"Once she asked for it in the hyhi massage," teased Nafisah again. "The coach is spoiled, likes to be kissed."

"Yes, not ah."

"You should be able to take good care of your wife. Once you get Ghina hurt. Abi's gonna intervene!"

"God willing Bi." Fatih is indeed a child who complies if it has been faced with Abinya. Although, actually out there he often do the act. But, once he married Ghina, he would try not to do anything strange anymore.

"Let's know you're married to Ghina. You are both not willing to run it, but Abi hope you can learn from each other and try to maintain your household. You've become the leader of my son, leave your old habits useless."

"Yes Bi, I'll try."

"Promise Abi to hold. God is watching."

Fatih swallowed her hard saliva. The task he was carrying turned out to be so heavy. Defend this forced household? especially with the state of Ghina who still has not accepted it because it loves other men?

Fatih does not matter when he has to make money to give a living. But, the problem is the behavior of the wife who must make him a lot of patience.

He saw Ghina walking from the kitchen. His wife's face was as ugly as ever.

"Woi, don't you want to kiss my husband's hand?" ask Fatih who walked over.

Ghina who was about to turn the doorknob, just looked around. Then speak slowly. "No!"

Fatih chuckled, then entered the room. He sat himself in bed, while Ghina took a towel to get ready to take a bath.

Fatih just stared at his wife's missing back behind the bathroom door. He checked his cell phone, apparently there was a message for him from a business partner he worked with.

Brother Bram: Tuesday, we're meeting again. We're talking about additional new investors.

Me: Okay

Afterwards Fatih saw a chat from his classmates. Sellas.

Sella: Fath, when is the announcement?

Me : Eight o'clock.

Sella : Fath, you'll have a lot of friends in Banjarmasin. I'm asking you to find kosan dong. Cheap and safe.

Fatih: Could, I'll infocate the cell.

Sella: Thanks Fath😘

Fatih actually had no special feelings for Sella, only thinking of her as a friend. And his intention was only to help find costs for Sella. Although he knew, it could be that Sella considers this a form of attention from him. Yes, women are so, easy baper. Only his wife is different. It's not easy, making Ghina a baper.

Suddenly Fatih's eyes were fixed on the phone

the wife's cell phone was lying on the nightstand. At first he suspected, Ghina had given the pattern to the smartphone, it was not.

Fatih's eyes sharpened as soon as he saw the chattan wife and chairman Rohis all along. Apparently, that concern was Inspiration for his wife. What has Ghina baper been doing with the pseudo-attention of Inspiration? Fatih grinned, then deleted all the chat history listed on the screen.

"It turns out he's been confessing his feelings to Ghina. Pantes, they dare to photograph everything yesterday" said Fatih. He rolled back his fingers, wanting to find out by what name Ghina named his contact.

"Babies bummer?" fatih's eyebrows shot up. "Oh, so call him to me, bring-in is also the name of the contact in wa. Ck, the wife of Solehah," said Fatih.

The bathroom door is open. Fatih still deliberately grasped his wife's phone, so that the owner knew that now his phone was in the grasp of Fatih.

"Trainer! my hape!" ghina snapped as soon as she saw Fatih fiddling with her phone.

"Minjem dong" said Fatih.

"Udah in new hold asking permission, not legal."

"We are legitimate."

"Ih kehin," said Ghina, last night Fatih had hijacked his phone and this morning the same. And it makes Ghina growled instead of playing, he promised after this will give a pattern on his smartphone.

"He doesn't know how to be ashamed" Fatih said as he stuck his phone out to his wife.

"You mean? who?" ask Ghina

"Ilham, alim aja outside but in the dalem like the same chat that is not mahrom."

"Don't be like a girl deh Fath, you are already gibahin people, slander more precisely. Inspiration of good men."

"Related?" Fatih grinning. "He likes to hold your hand, right?"

"Trainer! do not recriminate, I can still take care of myself. You are, not directly inferior to me."

"You are actually that. Just as your husband doesn't want to be touched, the same other men even grin."

Ghina, who heard the scathing talk from her husband, breathed a harsh sigh. "This is what I don't like about you until now. Sharp talk that Fath did not think of first," said Ghina in a cold tone.

"If I may say sorry, I'm guilty of this same marriage. I'm married to a guy who usually seduces girls, naughty at school, sick to me, bad talk. If it wasn't for my mother, I wouldn't have agreed to this marriage."

"You think I want to?" Fatih provoked emotions too. He pulled Ghina's hand until the owner fell on the bed. "Na, you are pious, you are both pious. But, your behavior, does not show that. In fact, even after married, you still chat with Inspiration, naturally I as a husband, ngarang you."

"Let go Fath, get out of the way!" Ghina tried to push Fatih's body over him.

"I'm not going to let you go. Conscious Na, I'm your husband now. It's time you took him off! forget her! you must understand the law, that your relationship is not halal!" fatih said with his cold tone.

"Lepasin Fath, please!" Ghina shed her tears as soon as she saw Fatih's reddened eyes, she felt fear. And the shadow of the violence that the father did to his mother flashed.

"Mother" said Ghina. His body shook violently. His hands can no longer rebel, other than squeezing a Fatih T-shirt. "Hiks' mother."

Fatih was stunned for a moment when she saw Ghina's frightened face. Fatih got up, then pulled Ghina to sit down.

"I'm sorry, I scared you Na. I was just stirred up by emotion."

"Hiks, torment, you evil Fath. I'm scared." Ghina hit her husband's chest many times.

"Ghina, I'm sorry. I'm not gonna do this anymore."

"Hiks' mother." Fatih took Ghina into her arms. He felt sorry for making Ghina remember the terrible events in her life. He could feel Ghina's hand squeezing her shirt in the back.

"Cup cup, you calm Na. I won't hurt you" Fatih said as he rubbed his wife's head gently.

"What time does KSI go to Banjarmasin?" fatih asked after Ghina's cries died down. The girl immediately pushed her body away and wiped her face.

"Out of Zuhur."

"It's still a long time, I want to be ready. Nine o'clock is leaving."

"So fast?"

"Yes, even though the show was night. But I have other business there. The Kyai also did decide to leave this morning."

Ghina. "What should I prepare, for your needs?"

Fatih smiled at Ghina's question. "Is my wife really preparing my needs?"

Ghina said her emotions were stable. "It's okay, let me go back to the kitchen to help Ummi."

"Eeh don't dong. My bag's in the closet, get two clothes ready. I only spent one night there." Fatih held Ghina's hand.

"Yes, I'll be ready, there you take a shower." Ghina encouraged Fatih's body to move immediately.

"Mandiin want to?"

"Kick this?"

"My wife, too, hehe."

Yuhu, the authority is coming again....

The first nights they both talked.

After this, the new conflict entered eh hihi

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