The Young Married
Vision Mission

The girl opened her eyes. Not the light he got, but the darkness. Ghina tried to take a regular breath, she should not panic.

"Mother," he called out in a soft voice because his eyes were unable to catch anything. Even the light from the outside did not seem to enter it.

Even though he was already eighteen, he was still not used to the sudden darkness when he fell asleep. It is different when he really deliberately turns off the lights. That incident, back to the ground.

His body trembled, trying to pull up the blanket, then looking around for his cell phone that he left on the mattress. His hand felt, but found nothing. His breath was getting more and more stifled.

"Mother, hiks, Brother Imran, hiks." Ghina took a breath, she chose to curl up. Until someone who also slept there but in a different place woke up.

Fatih felt disturbed by the voice of the person crying softly. He pulled up the blanket, stretched his body, then checked the cell phone that showed at three in the morning.

"Mother" call Ghina. He did not want to scream, it was his habit to start SMK, when afraid, he would just call out the name of the Mother with a soft look. If there is Imran, it is usually the man who will come to his room. Or if his mother hears, she will calm him down.

Fatih attempted to look at the silhouette of someone curled up on the bed. He turned on the light, then saw Ghina's cold sweaty face.

"Na, what's wrong with you?" tanga Fatih was worried. He walked towards the bed, then sat on the edge. He could see that his wife's tears were shed. His roar revealed the same expression when he wrapped his wife's body some time ago.

Not getting an answer, Fatih patted Ghina's shoulder gently. "Hey, why are you Na?" re-tanyanya.

Ghina looked at Fatih's face, only to realize that there was a husband with her. "I just ..." set the breath. "Fear. You woke up because of me, right? sorry."

For the first time, he heard Ghina apologise. The woman looked down deeply while holding her knees.

"Don't tell anyone, only you and my family know."

"You're dark trauma?"

Ghina nodded, then wiped her tears. "Since childhood."

"I'm sorry I didn't know. Last night, you went to bed first. My lights are off."

Ghina. "No. I'm a crybaby, until now unable to fight fear."

Fatih rubbed the top of Ghina's head, slowly taking her hand down to her face. "Yes, it's still three o'clock Na, you want to pray, or sleep again? it's two hours away."

"If it's so late, I'm having trouble sleeping Fath."

Ghina was about to move, but the lights went out again. Made her immediately hug her husband tightly.

Fatih who was surprised by the wife's spontaneous behavior just fell silent rigidly in place. The tremors in his chest always accompanied him, when he was close to Ghina.

"A power outage" Fatih said, trying in a normal tone. Ghina who was aware of their position, distanced her body, but unfortunately her efforts failed, Fatih's hand pulled her back in the arms.

"Fath, loose. I was unintentionally. Turn on the battery light on my desk."

Fatih shook her head. He was comfortable in that position. When can I hug Ghina?

"Yes I know. No papa, if you're afraid to hug me. It's free."

"It's not that." Ghina muttered, trying to escape.

"Diem, let it go. Calm yourself down first." Fatih stroking his wife's hair. They were silent in the darkness.

They were silent for a long time, until Fatih felt his body start to weigh. Ghina was like leaning her head against her chest. The lights came back on, now he could see Ghina's face leaning against him with her eyes closed.

"Na, are you sleeping?" ask Fatih lirih. He was about to poke the wife's cheek, but stopped because he could not bear to wake Ghina.

"If you sleep gini, it's not like this juteknya." Fatih smiled to herself, while slowly resting Ghina's head on the pillow. Now, it's not the wife who can't sleep, but her.

Finally, he chose to take ablution and perform night prayers according to his habits while at his parents' house. After that, he tadarus ria with a soft voice, then while waiting for the azan, he looked at his wife's face on the bed.

Until the eyes opened, his mouth was the same.

"Oh Fatih, what time is it? how did you get in that mosque?" ghina asked, in fact she was wrong because when she opened her eyes, even the face of her husband was first seen.

"Almost five o'clock. Less than twenty minutes."

"Why not wake up?" gerutu Ghina and grabbed the blanket. As for Fatih, just chuckled.

"Who is it, you've woken up and gone to sleep again." The husband did not want to lose, making Ghina snort and take ablution.

Azan Fajr reverberated, Ghina was silent only afterwards. He did not want to ask Fatih first to be his prayer priest. Let the man take the initiative.

"You want me to imamin, don't you?" ask Fatih and approach the place of prayer.

Ghina nodded, without staring. Afterwards, they dissolved into a congregation for the first time together with occasional cocktails.

After they prayed together and did miser, they fell silent. Ghina stared at the back of the man who had become her husband, albeit by force. His eyes grew momentarily when he found Fatih turning around and looking at him deeply.

"Why you?" ghina asked in a nervous tone that Fatih could catch.

The man scooped his breath, smiling faintly at Ghina's rarely seen mannerisms. He wanted to pinch his cheek, but it must have made him angry.

"I forgot to say. Today, at three o'clock in the afternoon, I'm going to Batulicin with Abi for the da'wah agenda, replacing Mas Maheer temporarily."

"How long?"

"Sunday. You're not papa' will you be left behind?"

Ghina is ticking, "old is not papa either. Uh, it's always getting better."

"Oh, really? you want to be a young widow?"

"No, don't take it." Ghina shuddered at the thought of it but she recalled that their marriage was going so well. "Fath, we're talking about the vision of our marriage in the future yuk, let it be clear. So, I'm not worried anymore."

"As a girl, the party most will be at a disadvantage, if the marriage runs aground. So, I have to get ready to" Fatih advanced a few inches, she put her index finger on aunt Ghina.

"Shhh! never say that this marriage will run aground. We work together until it is time for one of us to be called. I never imagined this marriage would end."

They look at each other, exploring honesty through each other's eyes. Ghina wondered in her heart. "Can Fatih be loyal to him?"

But the problem is himself. Yes, Ghina herself who even today still put the name of another man in her heart.

"Hey, be dumb again." Fatih patted his wife's cheek. He became surprised, lately the wife often daydream, what is this Ghina habit that he just knew. "Where? so don't you talk about vision missions?"

Ghina nodded. Then take off your face and walk towards the study table. Then he took his diary.

"Here Fath" Ghina called the husband who was checking his cell phone. Fatih nodded and sat down next to Ghina, sharing that fairly wide seat.

"Where did you start?" tanya Ghina asked for an opinion. Fatih smiled, only this time Ghina's tone was friendly and friendly.

"What did you say first? our ideals? our college? our kids?" ask Fatih while giving some options.

Ghina is actually a little amused at hearing the word 'child' is there to talk about too? can they stay in the household until they have children?

"Our ideals" Ghina broke up. "What do you want to be? what the hell are you doing? a few years down the line?" ask Ghina. Just this time, he interviewed Fatih like this.

Her husband confirmed the ruffled hair, then stared straight at the flower garden seen from behind the window. "You were, because you were my priority."

Fatih's answer made Ghina choke, in serious moments, her husband was still fighting. "It's really Fath, don't joke" Ghina said.

Fatih turned his head, mangosteen. "Yes, I'm not kidding. You go first."

Ghina sighed, "okay, horrified." His hand began to write, his own name.

"After college, I want to sell flowers. So not only do you keep it, but it can also be the result of it. This is a short term, you could say. Cause we're gonna go to college. In the long run, in the next five years, I would like to have some branch shops. Like you who have an ATK store, the hope is fast. But, his name while in college, can be a lot of obstacles. How do you think?"

"Em, can. I can't believe it's as simple as your dream. I thought you wanted to be first lady."

Ghina laughed at Fatih's words, for the first time. Without realizing, how thumping the heart of the husband witnessed it. "Weight Fath, do you want to be president? do you care about a lot of people? if you can't afford it, it's not just the world, but the hereafter. Horrified, shadow. If once corrupt, once the policy deviates, yes the responsibility is in the afterlife."

Ghina paused her speech, adjusting her breath from laughing just now.

"But you don't have the ambition to be president, do you, Fath?" tanyakanya.

He nodded, then rubbed his wife's hair. "No, I know you'll be stressed if I want to."

"You do'ain I'm crazy?" ghina's mouth was too much, oh is she now spoiling her husband.

"Oi, condition your lips, lest I kiss later." The warning from the husband made Ghina immediately stop her lips, she did not realize now was not with her brother but the same husband. Almost forgot.

Chuckling slowly watched Ghina who was just speechless, yet she could see a red hue on her face. Is the girl embarrassed right now?

"Udah?" ask Fatih.

Nodding after noting his ideals. "Yes in the meantime. You again."

"I want to have a cafe, near the campus. But, I also want to have an ATK store on campus, quite fine, if the student mah must have more of the same thing. So, it can be estimated that the profits are many."

"Fath, do you like business? since when? you're not from pesantren, do not intend to be a teacher or teacher of TPA?"

"Eh don't underestimate the graduates of pesantren. They are also like you who graduated from Junior High School or High School, have aspirations. I don't have to be a teacher. I love business, since Junior High. The intention from there, I used to like to play marbles the same cement, uh because I won a lot, I sold it anyway. I was in Bati-Bati, at that time. The pesantrennya quite tight, can not play a lot. So, if you sell marbles, diem-diem tuh. Later, if a new holiday can play. Though mah, in our spacious room can also be toys. Memorization at the end."

Hearing the story of her childhood husband, Ghina became enthusiastic, she propped up her own chin. "Continue?"

"Yes since then, so love selling. So, I like to play. In the past, many friends were minjem my laptop, with a fee of course. Not many people have laptops. That's pretty good money. I wear it for the tube. You see, I want to open an ATK store, so there is a plan. Continues, I have the same permission Abi to enter SMK, thank God allowed, and all I can realize my ideals."

"So, own capital?"

Nodding, Fatih took a look at what Ghina had written in the girl's diary.

"Udah?"

"In the meantime. Em, I was talking about each other's visions. About us, how?" fatih asked with a serious face, making Ghina dehem slowly to neutralize the atmosphere that was like that.

"If we, do you think?" Ghina turned the question over to Fatih.

The husband sighed, "I want us to go up to heaven. Vision well want dapet ridho Allah, the mission we can do together, worship, remind each other, and others. I think you understand Na too. You can be more understanding than me."

Ghina was silent to Fatih's answer, it was true, for let alone marriage besides 'wishing Allah's pleasure?' that deep answer made her suddenly afraid. Can it materialize? does he not want to be with Inspiration to make that happen?

He did not think, Fatih understood. Maybe that's why the man decided to agree to get married because he already understood what his purpose was. Not to play around or taste the sweetness of marriage heaven, but also ready to accept the turmoil of fire that burns also pebbles that will be faced in the future, he said, in a bond that is not only lived by one person, but two people.

Come to think of it, ever since they got married. Ghina could see the other side of the man she used to hate so much for his mischief. Fatih, as if incarnated into a grown man and household priest now. Yes, even though sometimes there are behaviors or words that are annoying, still. It's better than the old Fatih.

"If you are what Na? will we come together to realize that vision?"

The deg!

For some reason, the question is more creepy and difficult than the national exam questions yesterday. Ghina's eyes blinked slowly, stalling for time, even though her brain was thinking hard. I agree, but why is it so hard. What exactly is blocking his mouth from saying 'yes?

Yuhuuuu. Btw, doain otor, want to write a new story huhu, this is still ready physical and mental ciyaah.

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