The Young Married
Sweet

"I thought you guys must have married. Suddenly it." Sella turned around, looking at Ghina with her evil grin.

"What is your business, Cell?" Ghina returned grinning. He did not want to lose to his former classmate.

"Good dong. I know you don't love each other" Sella explained, fixing her pashmina veil. "Em, that's why I'm with Fatih, wide open."

Ghina smiled casually. "If you can."

"Oh, how about?" ask Sella. "We are calm, but if this is the case, I will not love Na saggy. Prepare your heart, I'll make sure Fatih hates you and asks for separation from you."

Hearing Sella's words, Ghina was slightly stunned, but a second later she smiled. It doesn't really matter, slaing fights just to fight a man. "We'll see the cell. If there's no more interest in my boarding house, please come out," he pushed out in a cold tone while his index finger pointed at the door making Sella tickle upset.

"More times, I'm here again" Sella said and walked past Ghina. "Oh, yes. Pay great attention to me, until I cost. Uh more dear," he added after turning around for a moment and completely missing behind the door with no more greetings.

Ghina rubbed her face, shook her head, what the hell, just stepped foot in Banjarmasin, there was already a test she had to face.

His phone in the room rang. Ghina immediately ran over to lift him up. From Ilham.

"Your boredom where is Na?" ask Ilham after the stale.

"Rear UIN aja, in Manunggal chairman."

"Your calling is loh, the chairman continues. Habits."

"Hehe, Inspiration? Ham's? I don't feel that respect, you're older than me."

"Em, brother maybe?"

"Original ticklish. No ordinary Ham."

"Yes it's up to you. Btw, don't you want a new kosan Thanksgiving? keep inviting me there."

"There is no Ham yet, Fatih did not speak. Oh yeah, you know where Sella is?"

"We're one alley, the Pala alley. Why emang?"

"Em, he came to the boarding house."

"Was it true? you guys are familiar now?"

Ghina fell silent, weighing whether to talk about Sella's bad intentions to Ilham. But, ah not so, he was worried Ilham even hit his own cousin because of him.

"Yes thats. Maybe because his friends are not there. There was no friend."

"Yes, Melani is the same Fitri 'kan choose to ULM. Em, yes if so, I just want to ask your boarding address. Who knows if we'll come visit."

"Yes Ham, our door is open to receive guests."

Hearing the word 'we' spoken by Ghina, Ilham's heart slipped for a moment. Behind the phone, he smiled wryly.

Fatih just returned to boarding after Dzuhur Ghina who played mobile phones in the living room until sleeping there.

"Na, wake up."

Ghina looked slowly, blinked her eyes, then got up. "What time is it?" ask while looking at the phone.

"Udah zuhur, have you prayed?" ask Fatih.

Ghina shook her head, she stood up then looked at Fatih at a glance. "Where was the tech meeting? long time from morning?"

"The technical meeting was only two hours, after which I had other business." Fatih said as she placed her bag over the minimalist sofa that extended there. There was also a small table in front of him. On the edge, then there is a partition that goes to his private room.

Ghina mangosteen, he walked to the bathroom to take ablution. After performing the prayer, he and Fatih immediately rushed to tidy up Fatih's private room, dismantle the curtains and lift the mattress.

"Far off dong." Ghina shifted the position of Fatih's mattress which was even placed close to her mattress.

"Well, time apart? will your brother suspect again we sleep away?"

"Oh, really, really," grumbled Ghina. He finally helped Fatih close their mattresses again. To look wider, of course.

"Na, if anyone knocks on the door, don't open it first, look at the person."

"Why?"

"I am afraid of strangers. This environment is not necessarily safe. Gini's end."

"There was an astral being that came earlier," Ghina recalled Sella's visit some time ago.

"Later at night I went straight home, didn't stay in the pesantren."

"If there is a need there, no papa if you want to take a step," said Ghina relaxed. He was even happy to hear it.

"No, I don't want to leave you at the boarding house."

Ghina sighed, she heard something sound. Ah, he just remembered, Fatih must not have had lunch. The duty of the wife, said the mother, one of which is preparing food for the husband.

"What do you want to eat?" ask Ghina. Fatih grinned herself while rubbing her stomach. Just like a child, in Ghina's eyes.

"Em, whatever, I love all your cooking."

Ghina chirped, "help me cook."

"Oh sure, the dream husband, yes the gentle one, help the wife, right?" ask Fatih while raising her eyebrows. He followed Ghina into the kitchen.

"Btw, all make a snack cake for your sister Na."

Ghina seems to have an idea. True also what Fatih said, he had to prepare a banquet for his brother.

"Em, since wheat flour is there, vegetables are there too, I want to make bakwan."

"I can too."

"Times?"

"No believe? do I want to prove it?"

Ghina smiled faintly, she nodded.

Fatih advanced to near the stove. He began to take a medium-sized bowl, then poured flour.

"Na, you're irisin the vegetable. I'm the one who made the secret condiment for this," pointed Fatih at the bowl containing the flour.

He began to take the ingredients to be used as a seasoning bakwan, not just using flavoring alone.

Ghina occasionally observed Fatih slicing an onion, occasionally rubbing her eyes.

"Don't rub Fath's eyes, it's painful."

"Yes, I forgot to keep peeling onions. Even breath. Even though hold your breath, let's not be sad in the eyes."

Ghina nodded. He approached Fatih, then pulled the man's arm towards the sink. "Wash first, you forget again. Rubbing into the eyes."

Oh, Ghina's treatment was so sweetly felt by Fatih. What's with this jutek's wife? what happens after he leaves in Kosan alone?

"Sweet, sweet" said Fatih, a plan that Ghina could hear.

"What's sweet?" eyes bulging.

Fatih shook her head, then returned with her activities. He was not looking to ruin the moment, but he wanted to fight, but Ghina certainly replied with sarcasm.

"Fath, how can you cook anyway? rarely are men able to. Ummi teach you?" asked Ghina who had finished irrigating the vegetables, she was washing them in the sink.

"Since the time I went to mondok, there is usually a picket santri cook, from there learn to cook. Yeah, just damn it. Then, after this SMK, in my abi pesantren there will be a special kitchen to cook food, if it's good, I usually stand out," explained Fatih.

"Well mothers?"

"Yes, Aunt Ranah, if you know, really good cooking. His age is not far from ummi, his parents, I already a rich mother herself."

Ghina mangosteen, for some reason getting here, she seemed to find a variety of new uniqueness from her husband.

From where he was, he could see the husband's face so seriously as he poured the dough into the pan with the oil already hot.

"Woi, carefully awestruck," Fatih's interruption, made the slight admiration that Ghina had felt evaporate just like that. Fatih's confidence level is indeed high. Naturally, idols for almost all SMK students. Speaking of idols, will Fatih be idolized on campus? What if the fans are more fanatical than the ones at school? ah I don't know, Ghina doesn't want to bother.

There was a knock on the door and someone saying a faint greeting.

"It's like Imran" said Ghina and left the kitchen to open the door.

"Oh uh, who is it?" ghina asked as soon as she saw someone with a fashionable look. Tight jeans, thin t-shirts that wrap the body, as well as hair in orange polish.

"There's training?"

Ghina was stunned to find out who the woman was looking for. What the hell is this? was the woman in front of him one of Fatih's fans?