The Young Married
Weekend

As per the agreement between the couple the other day who will visit the family home, Ghina and Fatih are now preparing to pack clothes and whatever is needed to stay over at the family home.

The plan they will stay alternately, starting from Ghina's house first, then to the boarding house. Ghina had already stuffed all her and Fatih's clothes into the backpack.

"Mas!" call Ghina, want to let her know that she has packed all the goods. But there is no lawfulness. Eventually Ghina got up, headed for the living room there was no one and she went back to the kitchen, past the back road, she went to her green house. Her husband was busy flushing.

"Mas, I'm done packing, you're not done with your work?" ghina asked, as she walked over to Fatih who was on her back.

"Start! stop baby!" fatih's interruptions, the man immediately turned around, but both of his hands were behind. Ghina, who felt strange, kept her husband's orders.

"Why?" ask Ghina.

Fatih smiled, her face looked bright due to the reflection of the rising sunlight. The chirping of birds in the trees located not far from the green house sounded so melodious. Ah, Ghina felt she was living in a cool sunny area.

"Close your eyes!" fatih's edict made Ghina wonder what her husband would do. Lately she feels her husband is full of surprises.

"Honey come dong, close your words, promise I will not be anything," said Fatih who suspected that his wife would think she would do strange things.

Ghina smiled, then closed her eyes slowly, she waited patiently.

"No!" Fatih thrust Lily flowers that look blooming and fresh. "Open your eyes, baby!"

Ghina opened her eyes, staring at the flower without any response. Precisely his lips are now gaping, making Fatih scratch his neck that is not itchy and felt surprised, why his wife looks unhappy and even shocked so.

"Mas, you are strong! why are my flowers on the pick?!" irritated Ghina with a high tone. Fatih raised her eyebrows, she was confused. In fact, he wants to give this beautiful flower to his wife, play romantic-romantic so loh, giving flowers to her girl, instead of girls usually like it so.

"Akh!" Ghina screamed stifledly, squeezed her own robe, then stared resentfully at her husband. "Aren't you inget? when you came to my house and broke my Lily flowers? how did I respond then? angry?" Ghina's on her waist.

Fatih closed his eyes, he could not remember if Ghina really did not like if someone else picked his favorite flower, which means the same as damaging and provoking the woman's anger.

"Darling, I'm sorry, not wanting. Sorry!" Fatih nodded her head, then confused to put the flower that she had already picked. "This, how? I picked it up, O God." Fatih suddenly panicked himself, let alone seeing his wife's face was already flushed red.

Ghina looked at the clear sky, her breathing was arranged in such a way, her husband was indeed a annoying person, but should not she be angry like that just because her husband made a trivial, trivial mistake? Ghina feels it's a big deal, she doesn't like the flowers in the broken.

"OK-okay, all right, give it to me!" tell Ghina in her flat tone. Fatin grinned to himself, then gave it.

"However, you planted all these, you have the right to pluck them Mas, emmm." Ghina kissed the Lily flowers her husband gave her.

Fatih who was shocked by the sudden change of emotions from her wife, sighs in relief, then smiles sweetly because the wife can appreciate her efforts to simply make the woman happy in the morning. Before their return to the big family home, he felt he had to make his wife enjoy the crops in their green house.

"I'm sorry, I'm angry" Ghina said as she reached out and greeted her husband, kissing the priest's palm. Fatih who got the treatment immediately looked at Haru, if she did not realize she was Fatih, not the crybaby Riki, maybe she would cry.

"Mas's embrace" pinta Ghina in a spoiled tone of voice, lately, she did feel the warmth of her husband's body while hugging him during sleep, although they do absolutely nothing more than hug and kiss occasionally.

They hugged each other inside the green house, then whispered to each other. "Are you in love with me?" ask Fatih lirih. Ghina shook her head, actually the reason her husband had not touched her until now was that the man was waiting for Ghina to return her love.

"Yet, hehe."

Fatih smiled understandably, then rubbed his wife's head. In fact, without the need for words spoken actually they can feel that each other has fallen in love with each other, but Fatih does not want to rush, but he does not want to rush, he wants to slowly establish a relationship with his stubborn wife, whose trust in men is easily destroyed, especially he had made it worse, he said, he simply did not want to force Ghina to trust anyone, including himself, deeply.

Even though Fatih had promised himself to never spare this woman. Women who are able to make themselves into adults, women who are able to make Fatih learn patience because of his nature.

"Mother" said Ghina as she stared at the building where she was born.

"Ghina huh?" the voice of a woman, made Fatih and Ghina turn her head. The woman was so beautiful with her instant veil, her hands removed the water hose commonly used for watering plants.

"Yes, Ma'am Naj, assalamualaikum!" Ghina salutes her sister-in-law. Fatih cupped his hands.

"Let's go in, everything is done inside" Najwa said with a smile. Ghina and Fatih looked at each other. Actually Fatih already knew what was going to happen, in contrast to Ghina, he did not know anything and felt strange, though he deliberately wanted to make a surprise so as not to say that he will go home this weekend.

"Happy birthday!"

As her feet touched right in the doorway, the voice of someone very Familiar in her ears shocked Ghina. Imran looks carefree while carrying two balloons in his hands. His mother was sitting on the sofa smilingly staring at him.

Oh do not forget, there is Nafisah and her husband also Syameela, the couple's second daughter. Ghina's eyes widened, she did not expect to get a surprise today, did her husband not know?

"Mas, how could it? we're not saying we want to come back here?" whisky Ghina. Fatih grabbed her shoulders, smiled meaningfully, making Ghina squint.

"Or don't-don't you-"

"My brother's happy twenty-one year old milad!" imran then immediately pulled his sister's hand towards the middle room. Najwa, who was tailing behind, also clapped to see her husband dragging his sister-in-law.

"God, how are you here?" ghina asked Nafisah and her husband and little Syamila, who were adorable for wearing a veil. As for Fatih, who finished shaking hands with Imran and Maheer, he immediately scooped up his nephew, held him in his arms and asked for news.

Syamila looked happy, the little boy kissed Fatih while speaking in a funny tone. "Uncle bring souvenirs for mila?" tanyakanya.

Fatih nodded, he then opened the backpack. While Ghina, now sitting near the mother, hugged her with tears, so longed for her. Ghina's hand stroked the wrinkled face, from the smile engraved on her face, Ghina guessed her mother had been fine all along and indeed it seemed like news of her and Fatih being divorced, not until it was heard by the woman.

"Mila's favorite doll!" exclaimed his son Nafisah when his Uncle took out the Doraemon doll and handed it to the little guy. "Uncle," he said. Nafisah smiled at the behavior of her daughter.

"Here down baby, uncle is still tired, not saliman the same Grandma," pointed Nafisah to Narsih who he considers to be like his mother. Syamila nodded obediently, Fatih lowered her down and greeted her mother-in-law.

Ghina who saw it was moved, there was no expression of hatred from her mother, it meant that the news of her divorce did not reach the mother. He then glanced at Imran who seemed to condition that all was safe to control.

"How did you guys do over there with my kids?" asked Narsih while patting her daughter-in-law's shoulder crouching in front of her.

"Good and healthy always ma'am. We are again preoccupied with college assignments," Fatih explained with a smile.

"Sit Nak" Narsih told Fatih, who nodded slowly and obeyed her mother-in-law, whom she respected.

"Mom heard your business is not okay there, is it true?" ask Narsih worried. Fatih nodded, smiling.

"Then, how do you handle it, son? has my son been demanding you so much all this time?" asked Narsih, making Fatih immediately shake his head quickly, he never felt Ghina demand anything from him. Even though he was broke and lived a life of mediocrity, Ghina never complained.

"She's a strong woman like I once said," Fatih replied honestly. Narsih smiled as she hugged her two children.

"Pump! let's continue the show!" imran interrupts with spirit. Maheer and Nafisah agreed with passion anyway.

"Corn!" Nafisah. They ended up eating with the tumpeng that had been available with Ghina first handing her share to the husband. Fatih was clearly moved and felt privileged.

They engage in various chats, ranging from trivial things to big things about business. Even chatting with his brother and brother-in-law gave Fatih the idea to start a new business again. Maheer, also as his brother-in-law, will introduce him to a trusted person who will later help Fatih in the business.