Fatma's First Love
Truth or a lie?
...“Does Pak Husband know, Fatma is always happy if she is near you. Great husbands always have many ways to make Fatma laugh. I like.”...
..._Fatma's First Love...
The night is waking up. The goddess of the night revealed her charm. The stars and the moon are complementary to this silent night. The clink of the needle kept ringing, the clock kept turning. Waiting. To make the innocent little girl sleep in her sleep. Slowly, I heard the door. A teary-eyed man with a thin whisker resembling a catfish whisker opened the door of his house feeling better. Netra Firman was immediately greeted by the sight of his little wife sleeping on the lap of Bu Sulihah, the middle-aged woman stroking the top of Fatma's head to sleep. Really am. The habit cannot be lost. Furman sighed, feeling guilty.
He forgot he had a wife. His memory goes back to his parents, is it true that the one who killed his parents was Sabil's father? It seems impossible, but Om Wijaya will not lie to him. The Word keeps thinking. He better forget it for a moment. The more he thought, the more his head hurt.
Firman stepped foot and approached Bu Sulihah who was smiling at him. “Eh, Den Firman is home,” welcome him friendly.
The man heeded it by nodding and smiling faintly back. “Sorry yes, Mom, I am so troublesome Bu Sul.” The Word feels bad.
The middle-aged woman chuckled. “It's okay, Den. This is my Fatmana kayak soy sauce, taken to the room only. Let her sleep well too.”
The middle-aged woman has been considered like her own mother, as well as Ms. Sulihah. He just remembered, if Bu Sulihah ‘kan had worked long time with his parents. It is certain to know the case that befell his parents first, but does Bu Sulihah know who killed his parents?
Word slowly took over Fatma's body and Bu Sulihah rose. When he was about to leave, the Word prevented. “Bu, can I ask?”
Activity ceased. At the same second the woman smiled faintly along with a nod of her head. “Bby, sok attu mango, Den!” the answer.
Word fell silent for a moment, why is it so hard to ask this to Bu Sulihah? “Bu Sul has been a long time ‘kan cooperation My Mom and Dad?” Bu Sulihah nodded. “Bu Sul know not why my parents died, my parents died?”
The look on Bu Sulihah's face changed. His body stiffened, his tongue felt stifled. “Sa-sa-i was just a ke–-accident, Den,” responded nervously.
Word stunned, if someone's attitude is nervous there must be something hidden, right? It seems, Ms. Sulihah is being shrouded in fear of the Word now.
“What is just an accident or ...” Word hangs his sentence. Her chest is painful.
It's not that it's not sincere. Like women, the Word needs certainty. He doesn't want to be someone he knows, but he's stupid. I don't want to find anything to be smart.
“Mom don't know, Den. Sorry I'm sleepy, permission saying yes, Den Firman.” The middle-aged woman quickly left the Word still on the spot.
Her tears slowly rolled down her cheeks. Word prayed that the conversation with the slow intonation was not heard by his little wife who was still in his lap.
“Mother ... Well .., forgive the Word, if only Firman not join the study tour at that time, maybe I will not lose you. I haven't spent much time with you guys. The figure of the Father who is firm, willing to be busy working to support the Mother and Word. However, we can still make time for us. Ms ... Yeah ... Word kangen you guys ..”
The man sobbed from his soft monologue. Others may see the Word as having no sorrow and trouble. He is not a broken home child like any other, but the Word comes from a complete family. It's just that, he used to be too indifferent, quiet, and cold.
“Should have been, the Word used to be grateful to have you, forgive the Word that does not really think you exist. Perhaps, if the Word took advantage of your time with you, the Word would not feel this deep loss. Now ... The Word feels to be the most sinful child, not knowing what really happened to his parents, forgive the Word Bu ... Yeah ... Now you are in eternity and one heaven has been closed to the Word.” Wiped, then looked down.
Unwittingly, the man allowed the clear liquid to drip over the face of his little wife who had woken up from hearing the foul sobs from her husband.
Was it just an accident? If it is a planned murder, then please give the Word a clue ....
His voice trembled, his body shook violently, Word felt just to breathe was difficult. “Is it true Father Sa–-” Words of Word hang in the air.
The tiny hand of a girl lying on her lap wiped the trail of Word's tears, leaving her speechless. Slowly the puffy netra looked at Fatma's arm, then followed the owner of the arm. The girl woke up?!
Word flinched, a little surprised. “Fa-Fatma to-–why ba–-wake?”
Fatma only smiled as she wiped the tears on the face of her great husband who was so close to her. “Pak Bobby don't cry,” prevent it that is still with the typical sound of people waking up.
Slowly the tiny body woke up. Hugging the Word tightly, the man had not realized what was happening. Then, there was no thunder or rain, suddenly Fatma removed the glasses attached, then kissed the two eyelids of the Word and his cheeks to be the last.
“Sir Bobby always does that when Fatma cries. Husband do not be sad, there is a God like Fatma here. Sir Bobby said this afternoon we're going through this together, right?”
The word smiles haru. Then returning Fatma's embrace was not less tight. The girl did not know anything, but the presence of this innocent girl became her reinforcement. Word could not bear to vent what Sabil's father did to his daughter.
“Pak-Pak Bobby!” Fatma hit her husband's back in rebellion.
Word who realized Fatma's breath was abnormal then broke her embrace. “Huh Huh,” breath Fatma heard hunting. “Wicked,” he said while returning to catch his breath.
The man chuckled, ruffling Fatma's hair. “I'm weak huh?” tanya Firman smiled bitterly.
She stared intensely at her husband's bead, her face progressing closer to the Word. The man shuddered in horror as well as rewinded his face, shifting his body, thus crashing into the end of the sofa.
“Fat-Fatma ma–-mau what?” The man asked scared.
Now the Word is really like Fatma when approached by Joseph. Terrified. It seems Fatma would do anything to him. Wait, Fatmawati spoiled and innocent girl ‘ right? That means it's more dangerous.
“Sir Bobby is weak, Hahaha.” His laughter echoed loudly.
Word gawked after being treated that. His brain was still wondering, until a myriad of questions lodged in his mind. Is this really his plain and spoiled little wife? As for Fatma, the girl had rebalanced her face, and the sofa was now the victim of Faa's punches. If the sofa could say, maybe he would say, ‘What's wrong cave, until the employer who tortures gini?!^^^^
Without further admonition, the fierce Word with Fatma's behavior immediately lifted the little girl's body to her back like carrying a koala.
“You still remember, when before marriage I once said, ‘This is just Fatma registration. Later after the new contract starts.” Fatma nodded with her face now turned flat. For some reason when his palm touched the chest of Word, the strange thump came back to perch. Ah, but this is not the first time.
“Now we start.” Telak. Fatma rounded her eyes perfectly. Did she hear wrong what her husband just said? Starting off? Upon reaching the room, he laid down a bit of the rough body of Fatma. The girl grimaced a little in pain. But that's not the problem. He's afraid. Really scared, what should he do? Mother, please Fatma!
****
“Pak Husband! Ciyil can't walk, responsibility!” Fatma shouted with a blanket still loyal on top of her body. The girl was still in her original position, never getting out of bed.
There was a shout reply accompanied by laughter from the bathroom, “Kok can, Darling?”
“By Bobby, playing rough!” answer with a sulking voice.
The Word laughed louder. “What do we play, honey?” prepare the bag for work.
“Gobak sodor. Play bed 'lah.” Fatma said with an annoyed face mingled innocently. In the third second, the girl rolled a lazy eyeball.
The laughter of the Word grew louder, sounding so crisp. This girl made other people's minds go for a walk. Hearing the laughter of her husband, Fatma also contracted. Not long back to telling stories.
“Pak Bobby tickling Fatma until lemes really, continue to fall asleep with the position of the legs is not good. Automatic foot Fatma hurts, pegel, anyway Mr Bobby responsibility! Carry Fatma to the bathroom, do not forget to also take Fatm's clothes!” the cerocos is long by wide.
“Eeh so many?” The Word stopped the activity when Fatma told the story. Is that until he has to carry the girl to the bathroom all?
‘Firman, remember this is a test, it's a test
“Anu what?” Fatma raised one eyebrow.
“Yes, anu.” The word is confused. He scratched his nape, and allowed the location of the tie that had not been installed perfectly.
“Yes, the anus is anu what?” rengek Fatma while lapping softly mattress slap he sleeps.
“Da le man, “ he said slowly. However, with the word pressed.
“Ikh, Mr. Husband. Yes yes!” The girl was made even more upset.
“Iya ..?” his monologue was confused while raising one eyebrow. He put on a confused face. Indeed, girls can never be guessed.
“Iya!” reply Fatma ferociously.
"Are you the same as the surrogate?" the question again sounds ambiguous, making Fatma have to guess and rotate her brain.
"Oh, what's that term anyway?" he lamented while holding his head.
"That's a loh, anu ...."
"Yes what, sir?" tanya Fatma who has started to make greget. He rounded his eyeballs.
"I'm not too?" The woman was stunned to hear the question from her beloved husband. The Word can only scratch the back of his head without sin. Actually embarrassed to say that, but everything was pushed hard to make his wife happy.
****
Today is the schedule of the catfish-moustached man teaching, when he arrived before the gates of Fatma asked to be sent down, while when the Word asked he was ashamed. Fatma, there is only.
The man got out of the car. He passed Fatma who was smiling with a red tinge adorning her face. The girl smiled shyly greeting the Word. “For Mr. Bobby” said then walked quickly without waiting for the Word to reply first.
The Word laughs alone. Very anxious with the behavior of his little wife. Until suddenly the greeting of a woman disperse her daydream. From morning, Fatma did manage to make her great husband seem to forget the problems he was facing.
“The bride is different yes,” said Zulaikha in a mocking tone.
The man only responded with a short chuckle. “Still yes, Ma'am. Thanks to Mbak helping to persuade Om Wijaya, I was able to marry Fatma. I am very happy,” said the Word sincerely.
Zulaikha laughed. “Iya dong, equally, but remember our same mission! Don't forget,” that meaningfully slanted smile then comes out.
“Mission?” tanyanya remembered.
“One person.” Zulaikha gave the code, and that's when the Word came to a realization. “I said yes, Aiman!” continued.
The man loved his little wife very much, but if it were not for their mission of love could never have grown. Because if they will be separated and have to choose each other, the Word can not, because maybe now he can not get to bind. Love or parents? Firman believes his parents are happy there. However, it could not be denied his heart still wanted to know what happened and wished his parents were still there. His parents must get justice.
****
Three students and two parents had gathered in the headmaster's room. True, Firman reported the actions they did to Fatma a few days ago, with the help of Ms. Aris the call of the parents was carried out with the permission of the principal.
Realizing that there was less, Ms. Aris asked, “Yusuf, where are your parents?”
“Dad went out of town,” he replied lazily.
“Mother?” Ma'am Aris didn't give up.
“Death.” Joseph answered succinctly.
The middle-aged woman, Mr. Jalil-–, the head of the Madrasah Aliyah school, and Firman were stunned. Indeed, whenever there was a meeting of the guardians of the disciples, the one who came was not Joseph's parents, but his uncle or not his adoptive aunt.
“Have been notified?” The baritone voice of the Word breaks the silence and nods of Joseph in response.
Mr. Jalil as the principal reported the children's behavior to their parents, apologized and promised punishment. However, school penalties also remain in place.
“Skors you for four days, because you do it often. Be as appropriate as a schoolboy in general, you are here to learn not to hang around, look like a hero, understand?!” last message from Mr. Jalil. They chose to duck in not daring to look up even though they only glanced.
The business is done. Joseph, Denis, and Arka are repatriated with their parents. Even so, Yusuf permission under the pretext of wanting to go to his class first.
“Gua must tell Fatma how. They're not good, they've got evil plans!” that was actually Joseph's real reason.
With a step without a doubt, Joseph stepped into the Fatma class.
Seriate...
Pasuruan, April 26, 2023