The Young Married
Kangen

All KSI members have prepared and gathered in the multipurpose field. Mr. Adam as a builder, started his speech about five minutes. Then followed by the chairman Rohis who has fallen actually, Ilham.

"Alhamdulillah, although the head of Rohis has been replaced by our brother Aki Yusuf, but I am still given the opportunity to become a pilgrimage coordinator. May God bless us all."

The eyes of both girls and boys stared at Ilham in amazement. In addition to a beautiful face, heavy voice, the man was always charming with his authoritative style of speech.

"Because of the tatib, everything has been held by each, so I guess there is no need to read anymore. It's just that, when someone breaks later, please our fellow brothers remind each other."

"Ready man!"

"If there are obstacles, or any needs from the Brotherhood, please report directly to me. From the office, please report to ukhty Ghina Izzati. Well, Mr Adam, it looks like everything is ready, to go right away?" tanya Ilham looked at the builder of the Islamic Studies Community.

"Yes Ham, we pray first. Everything ready. Hashim, please lead the do'a," said Mr. Adam while circulating his gaze.

"Where?" Renata glared ignorantly while slowly elbowing Ghina's arm. They are now leaning on a special bus seat.

"What?" Ghina turned her head in annoyance towards Renata.

"Whatever, the book, has it been read with Fatih? smoothly no?"

It feels very eager to pluck the mouth of Renata who is now more courageous talk indecent. "It's a habit."

Renata eyes glared. "How ordinary? how's it feel?" the girl with thin eyebrows was vertical spit. Waiting for answers from the new host.

"What the hell? read a book, how does it feel? rich doesn't know." Ghina closed her eyes, as her head began to grow dizzy.

"Ih, that was the first night, husband-hungan" Renata had not yet finished her sentence, Ghina had already shut her mouth.

"Diem, don't talk here Ren. There are tricks, they will hear how. You're here, learning from where, huh?"

"Hehe, yes, gini-gyna has learned about the household. Let it be later, if someone lamar, it is ready. Scientifically, physically and mentally huhu." Renata raised his hand up, forming a pyramid. As if showing his hand muscles that are invisible because they are covered in gamis.

"The secret of the bed, can not be traced to people," said Ghina slowly with her eyes closed. Renata went straight to his friend.

"really? uh, my newly married neighbor, just as his friends say it usually is."

"Are you hogging?"

"Well, that's hot, who's not curious. Come on, I'm still abege, full of high curiosity."

"Pantes, so perverted. Most of the weird stuff. Anyway yes, why also the matter of privacy in the story to people. If later the person who heard our story, even drooling, how? what's the no shadow? worse, can the shadow be 'it' the same husband or wife? ogah." oh."

"Oh so. So, I can't tell ya, Fatih's power in bed. Uh, astaghfirullah, mouth this mouth." Renata patted his mouth many times. Inevitably, the older it gets, the tongue is difficult to control.

"Hell, don't talk about it anymore. Later, you will also be rasain."

"Yes, I'll be tempted." Renata pursed her lips and also closed.

The haulan event held after the Maghrib prayer congregated, then the pause during the Isha prayer took place with full piety. Although it sounded a lot of people miser, still people who followed, many to the point of crying.

After the remembrance and reading the Qur'an is over. Continued with religious lectures conducted by one of the great scholars up to two hours. Ghina excitedly took notes in her diary, while Renata, taking notes in the phone's notes app.

Renata yawned many times, his eyes began to twitch.

"Hold Ren, it's over" Ghina said when she found Renata getting haggard.

"Oh Allah, the religious lecture is even sleepy, the turn to watch a movie, uh hold for hours. Sad, many sins." Renata complained to herself, rubbing her eyes.

"Yes, istighfar." Ghina gave advice. They were sitting on a tarp in the courtyard of the mosque.

Haul Datu Kalampayan is not as lively and crowded as Abah Guru Sekumpul, so the pilgrims who participate, usually until they can not get to the mosque suffah, so many oceans of people.

KSI members stay at the home of Mr. Adam's brother who happened to be in Martapura. While the man was staying at the house of one of Mr. Adam's friends.

Handsome Husband: Where are you?

Ghina's eyes widened as soon as she got a message from Fatih. Not because of the content of the message, but the name of the male contact changed. He must have changed his name. Ghina's mind is upset.

He was lying on a wide bed with five people. His friends, especially Renata, had already fallen asleep beside him. While Ghina, his eyes are tired, but he has difficulty sleeping in a new place.

Me: At Adam's brother's house

Handsome Husband: Same employee too?

Me : Yes, it is not.

Handsome Husband: Want me to pick you up? we're at the hotel.

Me : No need. I'm here with Renata et al

Handsome Husband : Okay. Be careful there. What book to pesen? tomorrow, I'm going to the banjarmasin.

Me : Tere Liye's novel 'About You'

Handsome Husband : Okay. Na wants to sleep?

Me: Yeah, why?

Cute Husband : Really Kangen.

Me : Gelay

Handsome Husband: Ciye who is smiling. Ngaku.

Me : Apaan anyway.

Cute Husband : Vc huh? I want to see my face.

Me : There is no work for you, Fath.

Handsome Husband: I have a job. Thought you.

Me: Come on, I'm going to sleep.

Beautiful Husband: You can dream anything, besides dream of Inspiration. Good thing dream of me.

Me: Read

Not felt, finally all groups have returned to school. The journey from Martapura starts from eight o'clock, until it reaches Jorong at about eleven o'clock.

After forgiving each other and saying goodbye. All the members disbanded and went home, including Mr. Adam who looked exhausted.

"Na, you want to take an angkot?" ilham asked as soon as he found Ghina still standing in front of the gate. Renata came home a few minutes ago.

"Yes Ham. Wait for the angkot, wait a little bit more."

"Em, how's your wedding?" ask Ilham. Ghina stared in the other direction, she was alone with Inspiration, it felt like her chest did not stop beating. However, for some reason, right now it was as if there was a towering partition between him and Inspiration.

"Na? you daydreaming?" the Ilham Interruption that got no answer.

"Eh, why was the chairman?" Ghina smiled awkwardly. "Oh that, thank God, like a newlywed. I'd be ashamed to say the same to you."

Ilham chuckled. "Ngapain shy, I as the former chairman of KSI, want to know how the marriage of its members goes." After that, they were both silent.

"If you're not happy, why do you want to be with him?"

Hearing the question, Ghina turned her head. The gaze of Inspiration implies a wound and a weld.

"Why is that talking?" asked Ghina coldly. Trying to hide his own feelings, which justifies the words of Inspiration.

"The wrath of the reed and your eyes."

"Chairman, you have to be a lot of submissive," advised Ghina, casting her face. "If nothing else matters, the chairman can go home first."

"Honestly, I feel like something's wrong with your marriage Na."

"Continue?"

"It means nothing? you guys had to, right? it's in the soul mate, right?"

Ghina laughed discordantly, she looked at Ilham with teary eyes. "Partially, who can refuse, in the same match of Kyai's children? all mothers, rich people want kyai's children's ghosts."

"If he hurts you, tell me Na. I'm ready, so a fortress for you."

"You're accusing Fatih of hurting me?" ghina asked with her eyebrows linked. However, she as a wife must maintain the honor of her husband, especially Ilham as if he thought that Fatih would do violence to her.

"I'm just being vigilant, you also know how she is, right?"

"He never hit a Ham woman."

"Yes, I'm just scared. Because he hit you that time."

"It wasn't the chairman's intentional."

"So, you took him? does that feel like it's moved Na?" ask Ilham in a soft voice.

"Udahlah chairman, I think our conversation began not to pantes. I'm ahead, going ahead nyetop angkot."

Ghina looked up and left Ilham after saying hello. The man stared at the departure of the woman who occupied his heart with grief. If only, Ghina would be honest, she would have really fought for the girl to the point of being completely detached from Fatih.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, how are you coming back here?" narsih asked when she found her son in the doorway looking at her full of warmth.

"Mother, I miss." Ghina immediately hugged her mother. Some days did not meet, making a sense of emptiness in the corner of his heart. Similarly, Narsih, he felt how lonely there was no daughter at home.

"Where's your husband?"

Narsih was bearded, and hugged her daughter while walking to the sofa. "Na, if Fatih wants to, have him stay here as long as you wait to go to college."

Ghina seemed to think. "It could be Mom. But, Fatih'll have obligations in the pesantren? um I'll talk to him."

"Where to stay in the pesantren, right?"

"Yes Mom. The Kyai family is very nice and friendly. Just, I'm just a clumsy and hard to blend hehe." Ghina massaged the back of her hand. They smile at each other.

"It's happy, isn't it Fatih?"

Ghina looked at the mother, trying to keep her face unchanged. He cleared his throat slowly, "yes happy like most newlyweds Mom. Ih, I'm ashamed." Ghina threw away her face as if she was meeting, but she wasn't.

"Are you?"

"Huh? I said what Mom. No need to talk about it, ma'am."

Narsih just smiled, she rubbed her daughter's veil in a fit of anxiety. "Yes, I understand. No papa, that's a natural thing to do husband and wife. Form the inner living of your husband and duty for you to serve him. For momongan business, I will not bill-tagih. You are still young, if you want to focus first on pursuing your goals, there is no harm."

"Yes Mom, I want to achieve my dream first. Lecture first. Just thought of having a child."

"Well, there it is. Anyway whatever your plan ahead, always communicate with each other yes, do not let each other not open."

"Yes Mom. Thanks Ma'am. I'm gonna take a break, Mom. Still dizzy after the trip."

"Yes, I'll take green tea to your room."

"Thank You Ma. Dear dean." Ghina hugged her mother again.

Arriving at the room, Ghina slid down. He looked at the ceiling of his room. The incident when Fatih wanted to kiss him ringed. His head shook hard. In my heart, I am worried that this evening Fatih will come home and stay at home. After that, the next days and so on, he would often see that face every time.

"When did I think of him?" ghina's inner annoyance. He scrolled his phone screen, looking at some incoming chat. One of them is from Inspiration.

Inspiration: Sorry about my talk Na.

Me: Yes, chief, no papa.

Inspiration: Was it until then?

Me : Uda

Inspiration: Fatih is there?

Me: He's still in Banjarmasin.

Inspiration: I saw Fatih's name on the SPAN PTKIN graduation document

Me : Time'? I don't know

Inspiration: Yes, I was shocked too. He didn't tell you? not going to UNISKA, huh?

Me : Yes he wants to go to UNISKA, because the accreditation of IT majors there A.

Inspiration: Yes, maybe because of his wife. You're supposed to be smart, same campus as your husband, right?

Me : Yeah. Yes, chief, I want a break.

Inspiration : Yes.

Eight o'clock in the night, a motorcycle rang out. Ghina, who was watching tv, immediately stepped up, and pulled the curtains to see who was coming. She thought her sister was her husband.

"Wa'alaikumussalam." Ghina opened the door and saw Fatih standing with a face, though she was implied by a tired streak under the dim light. Ah, although he was surprised, but should soon realize, that gradually, the husband will come and stay at his house.

Unlike previous days, this time Ghina invited Fatih to enter.

"Not kiss that hand?" fatih asked as soon as he was already sitting on the sofa.

"Males. No one saw either."

"Eh, so yesterday morning was salim not sincere?"

"Yes, why? sincerely not sincere 'my heart knows."

Fatih shook her head. "The jute has started" he said, wailing. "Where's mom?"

"If it's right, I'll take a break in her room" said Ghina, who was still standing. "What do I want to make you drink?"

Fatih smiled slightly. "Well, nawarin." He holds his own chin. "Bikinin tea angel, my head is a bit dizzy, last night got wind in the street."

"Sampe to the pesantren at what time?"

"Before isya. Keep praying, come straight here."

Ghina mangosteen then stepped into the kitchen and boiled warm water. His hand deftly took out a glass, then poured one teabag into it. He glanced at the sofa, apparently Fatih stretched himself there.

"If you want to sleep on the couch tomorrow, I don't want to." Ghina put tea on the table. Fatih's awake.

"Don't dong, this skinny little husband of yours. Btw, thank you for the tea." Fatih grabbed a glass filled with tea, and sipped it slowly.

"Do you want to stay here?" tanya Ghina who was taken in quickly by Fatih.

"Can't you?" fatih asked as his wife was only speechless. In his heart of course wondered, whether Ghina still could not allow him to stay at his house? in fact, they are already valid both religiously and stateally. What else is taken into consideration?

His breath was relieved as he looked at Ghina who nodded.

"Yes on your own?" his comments as he and Ghina both fell silent. "Always gini, every day?" tanyakanya.

Ghina nodded. "This is my family. Different from you, always crowded, because many members."

Fatih chuckled softly, then put down the glass and looked at Ghina. "What time are you here?"

"Four ten."

"Where rest, if you are tired. First, I'll go to the room." Fatih hinted with her chin for Ghina to enter the room.

"Ck, I should have said that. Is that your room, huh?"

"Yes dong, wife's room, my room too."

"What do you want in the living room?"

Fatih smiled, not answering Ghina's question. He stepped into the kitchen, then put the glass in the sink, he picked up the sponge and washed it.

"Eh, no need. Let me do it" Ghina interrupted and tried to snatch the sponge from Fatih's hand.

"Diem, don't take it." Fatih pushed down Ghina's body plan which grazed her from the side.

"Ih, if suddenly Mom passes by, I'm a bad wife."

"It seems that everything you do is for the sake of judgment from others, huh Na?" ask the husband without looking.

Fatih's question seemed to hit his heart. Is it true that all this time, she was just theatrical in obeying her husband? Ghina.

"Handering. Do not frown so dong," interrupt Fatih when he saw his wife was just dumb. He put foam on his wife's nose and made her laugh on her own.

"Trainer!" irritated Ghina because she could make sure her nose was spouted by foam.

"You really, even dumbass earlier. Think what huh?" ask Fatih. "Usually a Ghina is always serious, straight, sharp, not cengo kayak just now."

"I don't know ah. I'm going to go to the room."

"You're coming to SPAN, sign up for uin too?" ghina asked as soon as they were in the room.

"Where are you from?" fatih asked and placed his backpack on Ghina's study table. He looked at every curve of the wife's room decor that looked feminine.

"I saw your name in the document. One of the students who received in the IT department. Why, change your mind? because you have to pay for my UKT?"

"It has nothing to do with your UKT Na" said Fatih, then walked closer to the bed and sat on the edge, just like his wife.

"Listen," said he. "I choose a campus, because let us make it easier. No, not really LDR. I can see you on campus and at home." Fatih chuckled at the end. Ghina thought Fatih was going to talk seriously, but it turned out to be a fight.

"Broh, alesan. Nih." Ghina proffering a pillow.

"Why?"

"Sleep there" pointed Ghina to a small sofa that even if curled up, seemed difficult.

"Good yes husband," complained Fatih, he did not refuse at all and received a pillow from Ghina.

"Yes stragglah. Than you macem-macem later."

"Su'uzon continues to be the same husband."

"What did you really do, you didn't forget, what did you want to do yesterday morning in your room?"

"E-m forgot yeah?" Fatih just teased him from the direction of the sofa. "Over again, now."

"Trainer!"

Fatih immediately jumped onto the small sofa, and slapped her own body on the blanket Ghina gave her.

Yuhu, the author came again. plans to make a trailer of this story, but.em still plan hihi.