The Young Married
06

Ghina looked up with a lump of guilt on her chest. Even his eyes felt so hot that they looked at the dark net of his most handsome brother in the world, according to - the next-door neighbor of the house.

"Sister.." call Ghina soft with eyes blocked by glass.

“Do you know everything?" asked Ghina who did not get any response from the man who now crossed his arms in front of his chest. Sitting on the sofa with his body straight.

If the thrilling thing for the suspect is when interrogated by investigators, then Ghina currently seems to get the position. Really, the heart was racing waiting for the voice of the person in front of him to come out.

"I don't really want to believe it, but the evidence is real. Brother is really disappointed with you. You betrayed the trust of Mother and I as your Brother," explained Imran in a cold tone. His face was very flat. Making Ghina freeze, quivering her lips.

The girl's eyes were watery and melted smoothly on her face. In silence, he turns his brain to find the right word to express even though it feels difficult.

Ghina knew her sister was emotional. Seeing Imran like that, somehow Gbina always felt like she was not her sister anymore.

“I'm sorry.” Only that word can Ghiba get out. It was even held back by the cries that burst out from within his chest. It feels so cramped. If he could hold back those tears, it would certainly not take them out just like that. But, this is so painful.

“Crying will not solve the problem. That's your problem, what are you going to do to solve it? Do you know who has the greatest disgrace? Our families. Fatih's? Kyai Zafran's son? Innalillahi, how can you guys?” Imran massaged his forehead, now his body leaning on the sofa.

Ghina took the envelope containing the parent's summoning letter from her bag and put it on the table. Imran stared at the thing with nanar.

"Before this letter arrived, the school contacted me" Imran said. Ghina understands that the school may suspect that she is not necessarily trustworthy.

They're silent. One with guilt and one with deep disappointment.

“If I tell you the truth, will you listen?” ghina asked hoarsely, unable to look into Imran's sharp and piercing eyes anymore. His hands clenched tightly.

"Sister, I'm a torch, a torch," Ghina cried a mouthful as Imran fell silent. Imran who heard the voice of his brother then looked at Ghina, sad.

His sturdy hand stretched out stroked the cheek of the Sister sitting opposite him.

Ghina looked up at her brother's eyes. The jaw that had been hardened was no longer visible, his sharp gaze was already shading. His sister looked at Ghina with a sad look.

“I'm sorry your sister couldn't take care of you Na" I'm sorry. "I will listen to your story" he said.

Exchanged with jewelry or splendor in any part of the world will never be replaced by the figure of his brother on this one. By Allah, Ghina swore an oath. After Mother, she was the one Ghina cared about the most.

Ghina was sure her brother would not blame her right away, perhaps just a momentary emotion. Ghina could feel the disappointment of her brother. His eyes are more creek. The sobbing even though Imran's hand did not stop wiping the water on his cheek.

“I did not approach zina Kak. Naudzubillahimindzalik. I cannot betray God and you are the family I love most. I know that it is a sin. And I'll never do it as long as I live. The truth...”.

Ghina recounted at length the incident at school with Fatih which eventually led to the slander. Imran patted Ghina's shoulder.

“Rest. You must be tired. Let's tell the same sister later Mother.”

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Although Ghina did not know the response of her mother but she still tried to be more calm and sleep in her sleep.

His mother's condition seems to have dropped. When Ghina checked into her room, she was still lying on the bed with her eyes closed. Ghina was uncomfortable waking up, letting her mother rest.

Ghina only hopes that her mother's health will soon recover and that the problem will disappear. Although he himself was not sure how the rumors that had been spread were just lost.

After dawn prayers, Ghina met her mother who was sipping tea in the living room. There's Imran there too.

"Mother" called Ghina who immediately took a seat beside her mother. Narsih looked at his son for a moment, but he threw away his face and returned to focus on the television screen in front of him. Imran only watched as he occasionally gulped his black coffee.

"Mother, I'm sorry. I embarrassed Mom, "Ghina said as she looked at her mother's face from the side.

“Mom can't believe you yet Son. The photo clearly shows a photo of you and Mr. Kyai's son," said Narsih, who made Ghina immediately want to cry. His own mother did not believe him, what about others?

“Mother. Really, I didn't know it would be like this" Ghina tried to persuade her mother.

“Mothers stop. Everything is just an accident. Forgive Ina Ma. Today, after fulfilling the call to school, I will go to the Nurul Huda boarding school, meet Kyai Zafran let's talk about this well." Imran spoke out, trying to defend his brother.

"That you, your sister is wrong, don't be defended," forbid Narsih with a sharp look at Imran.

"But Mom, I told you everything. Ghina and Kyai Zafran's son were accidentally in that position. And they are slandered" explained Imran gently by looking into his mother's eyes.

"So, I don't believe it. Unless there's evidence that it's slander. After all, it's definitely a picture of him" said Ms. Ghina coldly.

"That's your fault Na, as Mother's son. You have to take responsibility later," said Narsih as he moved from his seat and brought the half-living tea glass to the kitchen for him to wash the glass.

Imran sighed, "no papa. Later also the anger of Mother subsided. He is still shocked by this news" said Imran trying to calm down Ghina who is now crying in silence.

"Today's leaving with Brother huh?" tawar Imran's. Ghina looked up, she felt that there were still people paying attention to her. Brother, Imran. He smiled sweetly.

After Ghina put on her school uniform, she rushed out. On the sofa, Imran is ready with his blue hem shirt paired with black chino pants that are not too tight. Her legs are tall, her body is proportionate. Ghina understood, if sometimes the man was narcissistic. Ghina admitted, His sister is handsome. Handsome is nothing if it is not combined with gentle behavior and her brother has it.

"Have you?" imran asked while fixing the location of his watch.

"Yuk." Ghina smiled brightly. He glanced into the kitchen. There's no one.

Tok Tok Tok

"Mom, I'm leaving. Assalamualaikum." Ghina did not go inside, she wanted to let her mother lower her anger.

"We have breakfast first, yes" said Imran as he walked to the outside terrace.

"Yes," replied Ghina

"What do you want for breakfast?" imran asked and turned towards Ghina. He smiled looking at the face of his sister who was not as nice as yesterday.

"Kang Opik's chicken porridge" Ghina said. Imran smiled thinly

"okay."

"Daunted," Imran intercepted Ghina's shoulder. Make the girl's thin eyebrows linked.

"What the hell is Brother?" the upset.

"Helm you forgot" said Imran, who gave Ghina a chuckle. He returned to the house and took the helmet on the table near his mother's sewing machine.

He stared at the sewing machine, if not for the problems that befell him. In the morning like this, his mother must have been sitting there, busying herself to sew.

It took them about five minutes to reach a roadside chicken porridge shop that read "Kang Opik Chicken Porridge."

Imran ordered two portions for himself and Ghina, they sat at one of the tables. This chicken porridge shop is famous. Naturally in the morning before sunrise was already a lot of buyers.

"Please Neng." Kang Opik's employees put Imran's order on the table. And also two glasses of warm tea. Kang Opik is busy concocting, so his employees who deliver to the customer's seat.

"Yes, thank you Kang" Imran said with a smile. Ghina chuckled softly at that smile.

"Why?" ask Imran who feels in the eye.

"Bracious brother smiles, though his rich face is so flat that he sees it," Ghina said with a sigh of laughter.

"Hm, if not worship, brother males too. Fear is too much, "rejected Imran who made the laughter of Ghina finally came out.

"Hahaha, start the narcissist. It's good not to be handsome?" ghina asked as her hands churned the porridge.

"Nake not good. Sister does not like in deketin many girls. But, delicious, later the future wife does not ngenes-ngenes very can face the gini model," said Imran who again made Ghina laugh.

"Hahaha, good looking is not a priority in my opinion. Because of the usual man, if his good behavior is suddenly so handsome," explained Ghina expressed her opinion about men.

"That means handsome and kind, plus-plus yes rich Brother?" imran asked with a look of ignorant eyes.

"Yes, my brother plus-plus ujub huek." Ghina pretended to be ilfeel and was about to vomit.

"Hush, eat again too." Imran reminded and they refocused their eating while sounding a small ruckus from Ghina's mouth.

Imran and Ghina have arrived in front of the school building. Imran parked his motorcycle.

"You scared?" imran asked as he noticed Ghina's gloomy face.

"Yes, how do I do, brother?" ask Ghina.

They are now walking in the parking lot of Master precisely behind the 10th and 11th grades of TKJ. Parking for teachers. Imran greeted the school security guard - Pak Samson - with a smile.

"Quiet down. God willing, the problem will be resolved soon" said Imran. They stand facing. Imran's hand rubbed gently on Ghina's head covered with a veil.

"Smiling dong" he said, pulling Ghina's cheek, prompting Ghina to pull Imran's hand slowly.

"Ih, sick!" he said he didn't accept. Imran only chuckled and they continued their journey while tracing the school hallway and finally arrived in front of the Counseling Guidance room.

The bell rings the school entrance sign. Ghina glanced towards her class, at the doorstep was Renata waving towards her.

He returned it with a smile. When he and Imran entered the room. There was Fatih and also a man who became his guardian. Ghina and Fatih had been allowed not to attend the first lesson, because in the letter stated that the conversation with the guardian of the student was eight in the morning. To get the problem resolved immediately.

Masyitah's mother invited Ghina and her brother in with a smile. They both sat next to each other.

The door of the room again opened, featuring a man dressed in teacher service. Smiling at Mother Masyitah with her dimples, she turned to look at Fatih and Ghina alternately.

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Ghina's heart was racing fast. It felt like a sweat flowing from his temple. Mr. Adam - The spiritualist builder - must know about this matter.

And Ghina really died a flea in her position. Embarrassing.

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