The Young Married
Milad Ghina's

After having dinner with the extended family, Fatih and Ghina were finally able to rest in the room. The two of them were both exhausted, because there was no rest at all, from the time they got home, from the party milad, to cooking together, from home, then the afternoon Ghina had to go to the market to buy groceries for dinner, because Najwa - his sister-in-law was pregnant young and Imran was so possessive that he did not allow her to go to the afternoon market.

"Capek huh?" fatih asked when they were on Ghina's bed. Fortunately, this room was neat and clean, it seemed that Ms. Ghina was indeed waiting for her daughter to stay overnight.

Ghina smiled thinly, "a little, but lost because she was happy. I feel like I have a big family again, after Mom cut ties with Dad's big family."

Fatih stretched his hands up, moved them to get rid of the aches, he smiled, then massaged his wife's legs gently. "Mas, I should have massaged you" said Ghina, though she was comfortable with the massage.

"You're more tired, I'm just going to the market, you're cooking. Let gini, when else can be massaged by a handsome person?" As usual, Fatih was always confident in front of Ghina.

"Thank you for being part of my family. Thank you for making me comfortable, too" Ghina said, staring fixedly at her husband's face.

Fatih scratched his nape, suddenly misbehaving because his wife was watching him too much. "Na," call Fatih.

Ghina muttered, now her gaze fell down, towards her own feet. He was nervous as Fatih called out to him with a heavy and soft voice.

"You never miss your dad?" ask Fatih slowly. "If you can't answer, don't. We'll talk about something else" Fatih said quickly.

"Just imagine, what if my father was like the father of someone else whose attitude was sweet, kind, warm, I would be happy and make him first love. The kangen? I don't know, I've been forgetting her all along. It's hard to forget what he did to my mother, I hate him too much."

"You hated me for breaking your trust back then?" ask Fatih seriously.

"Somewhere, I thought that all men were the same. They are rude, they cannot be trusted and disappointed. Except, my brother, he never let me down, he's a man to trust, and not be rude, so it's okay, I'm trying to pull over, that not all men are like my father."

"It must be really hard for you to believe again, right?"

"It's hard, but I'm trying. Like I believe in you, I'm just trying my best to believe that you're a man who'll make me feel comfortable, a man who'll never hurt me, a man who can make me depend on."

Fatih stopped her massage, feeling so guilty to her woman. He almost broke Ghina's trust. Fortunately, the woman tried to trust him, although it might be difficult. Supposedly, he could be grateful, Ghina believing him alone was a luxurious thing for him. So for the woman's business to love him or not, Fatih will be patient and will not demand anything from the woman.

"Yes, let's go to sleep, tomorrow we have to go to your Abi's house, all of you asking for real blessing, if we're going to try to build our domestic relationship as well as possible." Ghina took her husband's hand off her leg. Then pat the pillow and now position itself to fall.

"Yes, sleep well, read the prayer first do not forget," said Fatih with a smile, he cringed closer, then peeked long at his wife's forehead. There was something churning in his chest, even just kissing his forehead, but he did not want to rush. Let the love grow slowly in his wife, he will remain patiently waiting until the time comes. When he will be accepted by Ghina completely.

The next day, Narsih had released the departure of his daughter and daughter-in-law who would stay at the residence of Pak Kyai Zhafran. Imran and Najwa waved their hands, and greeted Kyai's family through his sister-in-law.

"Aren't you the same school we used to be?" ask Fatih on the sidelines of their journey.

Ghina at the back nodded, "iya kangen. Did we stop by first, Mas? writhing his condition, whether there is a change or not," said Ghina, it feels like he wants to return to nostalgia.

"It's a holiday, maybe there's only extracurricular kids there, so it's not too crowded."

They were now walking with their hands tied in the school corridor, throwing smiles at each other and scanning their school. True to Fatih's guess, there are some students who are busy playing Futsal on the field. It does not matter that there is himself and the wife who join hands with his mesra.

Until they stopped in front of a large Lab room, where they used to practice computers. "You remember that? exam time, you are sick, I keep asking you for exams in the UKS" Fatih said. Ghina nodded.

"At that time, I was so happy with you. In fact, I can test here, because you are a bucket, I have to be in the uk until the exam is over" said Ghina, he smiled to himself remembering the memories.

"It's because I'm worried about you Na" Fatih said, admitting that she already had a taste for Ghina. Until the accident happened, he was very worried about Ghina. Moreover, Ghina still forced to take the exam.

"Times?" ghina asked with eyebrows up and down.

Fatih snorted, Ghina was always adorable when teasing him like this. His hand shuffled slowly the veil of the wife. "Let's check out our class, '" he asked. They walked back, towards the class that had carved memories.

"This door, which caused the rumor to happen," said Ghina, because he remembered the incident when Fatih protected him from throwing the ball. That guy would kiss her when he didn't.

Fatih chuckled softly, "maybe we counted kisses. The photo was really deceiving" Fatih said.

"You didn't intend to kiss me, did you? perhaps you have the intention" recalls Ghina, who made Fatih laugh at once, because of his wife's cute expression when her face was full of investigation.

"So much of this, I'm not a jerk, yeah," Fatih said defending himself. Ghina smile. Hit Fatih's arm slowly.

"Well, I believe you're not a jerk" Ghina said, making Fatih soar, happy.

"There!" point Ghina at Fatih's bench. "The place where the noisy people are, you and Riki always disturb my ears" Ghina said.

"Yes, but to me it's noisy" Ghina said with a mocking look.

"After you've become my wife, do you like my voice?" fatih Goda. Ghina clicked her lips.

"Yes, the spiciness." Ghina drifted away, she walked towards the blackboard, remembering that she had once advanced here when asked forward by the teacher, then she looked towards the benches, at the far right, corner, there is Fitri et al, who likes to dress up, then the front bench is usual he and Renata fill.

"Renata Ah!" peekkit Ghina's. He just remembered the girl.

"Why?" tanya Fatih walked over.

"I'm going to Renata's house first, right?" her door. Fatih nodded, then grabbed his wife's hand.

"Look, let's go to Renata's house" he asked.

After meeting kangen and chatting a lot with Renata, Ghina finally with a heavy heart permission to leave because she felt uncomfortable with Fatih who might have been tired of accompanying him for a walk. He was also worried that if it turns out in the pesantren, their presence had been in later by Pak Kyai and Ummi Zainab.

One who became strange when Renata told him, "learn to love your husband, he looked sincere Na, yes regardless of the details of him," said Renata with a serious nose.

The girl looked more mature, she said she had started working at a mining company, which meant Ghina did not have to worry about the turmoil of her best friend who always confided in her yet to find the right job.

"Why come home? aren't you still kangen-angen?" ask Fatih while driving.

"Yes still misses. You too must miss your family. Better get there first, let's miss you completely, I was yesterday."

Fatih smiled because Ghina was so understanding of her feelings. "Other times, we pay a visit to Renata's place. It could be, every weekend we pounced, if it wants you Na," explained Fatih.

"Don't, we have to focus on college first Mas, once a month just go home the village."

"All right, I'll follow your will."

Ghina smiled behind her husband's back, tightening her grip on his waist.

Sure enough, the family of Kyai Zhafran welcomed the arrival of Ghina and Fatih. There was Nafisah who was smiling by herself, with Syamila who was busy playing dolls on the terrace. Maheer doesn't look like there is. While Umm Zainab looks teary eyes.

Kyai Zhafran, like his character, smiled calmly and with dignity. Fatih greeted Abinya who now had a soft gaze, unlike the other day when he visited the cost. Ghina followed her husband, greeting her father-in-law.

"You always worry ummi" Ummi Zainab said, patting her son's shoulder.

"If it is true that the incident is a fact, Ummi is really disappointed with you," continued Ummi Zainab, alluding to the problems that befell his son the other day.

"I'm here now and I'm still the same, ummi" Fatih replied with a smile.

"You're making the whole house of geger. Imran even came many times here to talk about your problems, until Abi decided to marry you alone with the unclear woman. Fortunately we soon know the fact, if not, my sandals will tear your handsome face," explained Nafisah with excitement.

Fatih grimaced, "this sadistic is right, mother," he said making Nafisah glare.

"Based on the rancid, ashamed of your calm wife, ck could-can he still be patient and give you nerima," cried Nafisah.

"Ghina, are you in good health, son?" tanya Ummi Zainab hugged her daughter-in-law. Ghina nodded.

"Healthy Ummi" Ghina replied with a smile. After greeting each other and shaking hands, they went into Mr. Kyai's house to continue the conversation.

Ghina is now in her husband's room, which she visited when they were newlyweds. The atmosphere was still the same as before, nothing changed from the accessories. There was a picture of a large cleric on the wall of the room, making Ghina observe him after all.

Her husband had not yet entered the room, either had gone where with Maheer, he did not know, which is clear he was now left to rest in the room after eating with a large family.

Suddenly bored, Ghina finally went out of the room, he suddenly missed seeing the back garden in Kyai Zhafran's residence. The place where he and Fatih had been chatting at the beginning of marriage.

Ghina was surprised once there was a person occupying, it was her husband and a woman who knows who. "Who is he?" ask Ghina.

Hey hey, who still read this story until this chapter, the comments are so author spirit🤭 now udh began to be active in NT, because it already wants to end the story2 in pfm other

btw, I was thinking about the story Nafisah with Maheer hihi, tp new in the head anyway, weigh 2 first