The Young Married
Admiring Husband

Fatih parked his motorcycle in the parking lot of a supermarket. The smile unfettered from his lips, let alone remembering the entire trip his woman leaned her head on his back.

This time, he did not delay the opportunity to hold Ghina's hand, once he had received a helmet. "Fath, again in public, I am ashamed," said Ghina, who could still be heard by Fatih. However, the man instead chuckled and increasingly tightened his grasp.

"Hands are still reasonable Na, as long as it is not excessive, later after the new inside I release hehe," said Ghina's husband with a grin that adorns his thick lips. Ghina rolled her eyeballs, finally just letting her palm in hand with a tremor bubbling across her chest. He smiled silently.

"Em, but if you're at home, it means you can hold it?" fatih Goda. Ghina who heard it, squeezed her husband's hand.

"Duh... very good wife massage even in the hand, especially in other parts," said Fatih chuckled. Ghina turned a puffed-up eyeball, not wanting to serve her husband who began to fuss.

"Aren't you looking for Inspiration?" ask Fatih as soon as they get to kosan.

Ghina sighed, Ilham's last words while in the hospital still stuck in her heart. Moreover Fatih knows. It turns out that Ilham is still trying to fight for his love for Ghina. "I will not invite him if you do not permit him" said Ghina. Hearing that, Fatih smiled wryly. He was happy because his wife appreciated him.

"As long as he doesn't mess around, I let him. He's a schoolmate too. The former chairman of the rohis again, precisely we can ask him to lead the thanksgiving event later," explained Fatih.

"You are also the son of Kyai, hyacinths, why don't you?" ghina asked, making Fatih laugh for a moment. While taking out the materials that had been purchased, Fatih tam stopped laughing.

"Why laugh? you should be ashamed, you know" said Ghina, who pulled a vegetable out of a black crackle.

"Not all kyai children, cottage graduates or graduates of Islamic basic schools, who are able to lead the event of thanksgiving. Yes, maybe from their reading they can, but mentally not strong hehe." Fatih scratched his nape, as soon as he realized he was insinuating himself.

"Oh, you're used to it, aren't you?" ask Ghina again.

Fatih. "Key away."

Ghina. "Please cut cabbage, carrots, chives and celery small. I want to wash the chicken" Ghina said. Fatih just according.

"Keep, you're not teaching anymore. Less educational power there?" Ghina asked again.

"No, if you need it, find a new teacher. Usually, Abi soin santri achieves to be a temporary teacher, ngabdi lah his term."

"I want to be the son of the cottage" Ghina said with a smile that Fatih could not see because the man was now busy looking down at the cutting board.

"Why not go for a ride?" ask Fatih.

"Em. that was after I was SMK. Nyesel anyway, why the desire mondoknya already pas already SMK, finally yes in pendam aja his desire. After all, now if you study Islam, it can be elsewhere, if it is not possible to study in the cottage," Ghina explained.

Fatih mangosteen, just found out if it turns out his wife aspires to enter the boarding school, although now it is too late. "Do you like to learn?" ask Fatih.

Ghina smiled, "not really. Little lah. Because I think by studying, we know what we did not know before. When I was in Junior High, I wasn't like Fath."

"meaning?"

"I'm still opening the aurat" Ghina said. He remembered his past that had not closed the aurat, here and there without wearing clothes that fit the shari'a. In fact, Ghina was dating.

"Continue?" Fatih was curious about his wife's story.

Ghina dismembered the small parts of the chicken that she was going to process. "Keep it. yep that way, around the third grade, I met a meeting that I made hijrah. We also often do studies. As a result, I know, if a woman is obliged to close the aurat."

"You're closing up perfectly?" ask Fatih.

Ghina shook her head, now the chicken pieces are done. His hands turned to pluck the seasoning into cobek. And now she is sitting opposite her husband. "No. Difficult initially. No ordinary, my mom wondered if I was being so weird. But over time my mother was happy. I'm getting excited." Ghina smiled remembering it. The mother's happy face was engraved in her shadow. There are no sad shadows there. It was as if what happened to her mother had never happened.

"At that time, I was finally determined to Istiqomah. The support of the people around me is important, my family is supportive, Mother and Sister Imran. I'm glad to have both."

Fatih stopped his activities to look at his smiling wife. She recalled the message from her mother-in-law not to make Ghina sad, because she had suffered a lot. Traumatized to his own father and ultimately disowned him as part of the family. Ghina who was unconscious was in the eye, busy mengolek seasoning.

Onions and chili peppers made Ghina's eyes glazed over. He shed tears, making Fatih quickly take tissue and rub it on Ghina's eyes. "La tahzan, now you have me."

"Huh?" Ghina did not understand Fatih's intentions.

Fatih smile. "That bitter past, not to be remembered. We need to focus on the future."

"Ck, you mean something?"

"O Allah, my eyes are sore because of spices, not the past of Fath." Ghina shook her head, already tired of finding her suddenly melancholy husband. Fatih, even though it looks like the child is excited and friendly, but inside full of drama.

"Oh. hahaha." Fatih laughed, laughing at her own absurdity.

Ghina moved when she heard her phone ring. It was a phone call from her mother. "Mother.I miss," Ghina said after answering her greeting.

"How are you guys?" ask Ghina's mother.

"Health Mom, how's mom? yesterday I heard Mom was checked to rs. Mom dropped again huh?" ask Ghina.

"No dear. Mom is very healthy. What are you doing now? not college?" ask Narsih.

"Udah finished last night, keep shopping for the Thanksgiving tonight."

"Wellful? do you want to have a mom?" tanya Narsih sounded shocked. Ghina who heard it was shocked.

"No Ma'am. This is a big thank you for the green house Fatih bought for me. Here, I became a lot of activities, besides college, I took care of my green house, want to grow flowers, vegetables too."

"Oh alhamdulillah. Where's your husband, college?"

"No, he's in the kitchen again, making a bakwan" Ghina explained.

"Loh, you told him to cook that?" ask Narsih.

"Hehe.. help-help Mom. He also wants to help."

"Don't put too much pressure on your husband. Kasian, he used to serve in pesantren, uh even so made by his wife. He also has work, can earn your living, even though at his young age, rarely, there are men like that," explained Narsih who was increasingly amazed by his daughter-in-law.

"Ah Mama can. If he is horrified, his head will be big later" said Ghina.

"Whose head is big?" fatih's voice near his ears made Ghina surprised.

"Trainer!" the upset. Fatih was smirking.

"I want to talk to you too, Mom" said Fatih. Ghina gave me her phone.

"Fatih wants to talk to Mom" said Ghina. "Yes, you're the one who's talking, I'm cooking, I'm not done," complained Ghina and left her room.

After conversing with the mother-in-law whom he had considered to be his own mother, Fatih returned to the kitchen. Ghina is done poking the chicken. His wife began to put the seasoning that had been kneaded into the pan and stir it with chicken that had been boiled for a few minutes.

After the Maghrib prayer, all the food is ready. Waiting for the invited guests. Ghina took a deep breath, it turned out that this big cook was quite draining her energy. He looked at Fatih who was sitting on the sofa while staring at his lapotope. There was an initiative for Ghina to make her husband a drink.

"I bought chocolatos just right in the supermarket, you want?" bargain Ghina for pleasantries, when she had brought a glass containing chocolatos matcha.

Fatih looked over, smiling. "Can."

"This, for you. Drink yes" Ghina said, putting the glass on the table.

"Thank you Na." Fatih is back in focus. Ghina observed the activities of her husband, while propping up her chin. It is like having a man in life. And that man, not just the big brother. But also husband. He saw that serious face. If it is like this, it does not look at all the awkwardness of her husband. Fatih becomes more mature.

Ghina shook her head, erasing any admiration she had for her own husband. Since when?

Fatih turned his head, got his wife to shake her own head. "You why Na? got dizzy?" ask Fatih who was immediately worried.

"E-uh? no, I'm not papa. Are you done?" ask Ghina. Fatih. "Drink first" he continued.

Fatih smiled, sipping chocolatos matcha made by his wife. "Thank you Na" said Fatih. He stared fixedly at his wife, making Ghina misbehave.

"Why?" ghina asked trying to ask in as calm a tone as possible. Her husband drew her face closer. Makes Ghina instantly flutter.

Yuhu.. alhamdulillah can up again YMM, author moon maap yes because slow up. Coz, again the focus of another story. Yng has aps joy, stop by the author's story there, the title is Married Lecturer😘

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