Fatma's First Love
The Sheep-Furred Wolf

...“When trouble comes, disappointment scratches the soul, leaving wounds on it, but the heart is still anchored to the same person, you.”...

..._Fatma's First Love_...

The weather was pretty hot today. The girl sighed even more stiflingly, there was a slight fear of going to school. However, the man who was her husband was repeatedly convincing until Fatma heeded him with a nod. Yes, even though there is a covenant that inevitably must be fulfilled after school.

From behind the pajero car glass, Fatma saw vehicles chasing each other, as usual Firman will always deliver Fatma, doing the ritual of going and going home together to school every day. The girl looked slightly manyun, pursing her lips more forward than usual. Crossing his hands on his chest, he occasionally snorted in annoyance. Ah, he's just looking for the Word's attention. You spoiled girl!

Is correct. Their relationship, just being hit by a little wave then that will soon pass. Looks like the storm didn't want to hit their households. Even so, he already had his own way and time to restore that atmosphere.

Cars that were originally traveling at medium speed now stop right in front of the black gate, a large old building towering with a sea of teenagers who then passed in making Fatma's daydream crumble. He woke up and rushed down. Silent, along the way, Fatma was only silent, even with the Word. The girl took off the seat belt and kissed the back of her husband's palm. As Firman was about to kiss Fatma on the forehead, the girl snarled, pulled over and opened the car door. The man was petrified in his original position, unchanged. Seeing his wife's sharp glances made the feathers of the Word go up. He raced the istighfar when Fatma closed the car door a little rough. But that's not a problem. This Word brings the pajero car to be parked in a place that has been available.

The girl walked down the classroom corridor by holding some of her package books. He chose to bow deep, not wanting to stare at the faces of the other students. After climbing a few steps, Fatma had now reached her class, sat her ass and before long the school bell rang as well as Pak Ali-the religious teacher had entered the classroom. After praying now Fatma followed the lesson with khitmad, she was grateful because today nothing bothers her. Thanks to her teacher and husband, Fatma became calmer, she felt protected. Remembering that, he slightly smiled wryly.

The knocking of the door diverts the attention of students who are khitmad listening to Pak Ali's explanation. The voice of a student that Fatma vaguely heard greeted the teacher. He ignored it and refocused his attention on the white board in front. However, when her asthma was called, Fatma was immediately aghast a little surprised.

“Fatma, anyone looking for you, please come out!” say the teacher while the netra is gesturing by pointing to the door.

The girl stiffly nodded. Slowly he got up from his seat. Netra all the students stared directionally at the curious Fatma. A blunt facial wrinkle thirst for things that need to be rumored.

Fatma slowly looked down from under the stature of the student. Nervously he began to judge the towering body, the school uniform laid out not so neatly, not wearing a tie, a short-sleeved shirt, and a watch coiled around his wrist ....

Fatma held her breath as her net was diverted staring at the student's face. The chin is split in two, with a mature brown skin color, the net is blue. Nothing else is ....

"Joseph." Fatma. For a few seconds the girl held her breath with her perfectly round eyes. He was a little surprised, not playing. With trembling fingers, muffled lips, and a stiff tongue, Fatma just stepped out past the young man a few steps.

“Eh, wait for the cave to say!” Joseph grabbed Fatma's wrist quickly and violently as the girl was about to avoid him.

Yusuf slightly forcefully pulled Fatma's wrist, making her body twisted. The gaze was so close that Joseph could clearly see the beautiful eyeballs of the girl. While Fatma who scrunched his forehead, put the two eyebrows together can feel the snort of Joseph's breath. Divine, that heart thump is going to pierce his chest. His entire body felt cold, the oxygen supply seemed to run out to be inhaled. Oh no, is that young man going to kiss Fatma?

"Can you take a few steps back from the front of the cave? Your breath stinks!" Fatma. Joseph let go of his hand and the girl stepped back slightly away from Joseph's position. Now he can breathe freely and breathe fresh air around.

“Ka–-kak Yusuf want what?” fatma's tone of voice turned alarmed and still sounded trembling.

Seeing the look on Fatma's face before him, Joseph sighed. He lifted two fingers of the promise. “Cua really won't say anything, suueer deh!”

Fatma looked all over Joseph's body, still in the style of raising both fingers. He stared from the tip of his hair to the tip of his fingernails. Feeling that the girl was looking at him like a man who was naked made Joseph smile wryly, before long he lowered his fingers.

"Serious cave, you don't believe the same cave?" Fatma stepped back as Joseph's feet moved forward. In the second minute, Fatma let out a heavy sigh.

"Lo why the hell ... keep backing down? Allergic see the handsome cave face?" Again and again, his steps slowly retreated. As Joseph advanced, the girl raised her index finger forward. “Jaga distance yes?!” door's scared.

Realizing all of this, Joseph fell silent. Well, maybe he should talk like this. There has to be a distance between me and him. Joseph took a look around every corner, making sure that no one was safe. Then his net looked back towards Fatma. “Gua ... want to talk about it in the park can?” tanyanya doubt.

Fatma's gaze was silently investigating. Slowly his head hesitated. Joseph began to walk first followed by the innocent girl. “Gak will do nothing, right?”

The young man did not answer. The feet of both men walked to the park near the field which is now quiet, maybe because there are still hours of lessons in class. A shady tree shaded the two, becoming silent witnesses to their conversation. The long white bench that was like calling the two finally sat down. While Fatma chose to stand while squeezing tightly fingers that look at each other. He did not dare look at Joseph, right. The girl chose to go deep.

“Let's get away easily,” murmured, glanced to and fro.

“Wouldn't sit?” Fatma shook her head quickly. Joseph bowed slightly, the strong daylight of the sun made his vision glare. He narrowed his eyes, and sharpened his vision. Then, the young man shook his head not understanding.

“Kok ngokih?” fatma muttered annoyed while stomping his left foot into the green grass.

Yusuf who heard Fatma mutter asked, “What are you following?” He returned to shake. Also with Joseph, he shook his head in wonder when he saw the strange behavior of Fatma.

“Tuh 'kan!”  Fatma exclaimed in a slow and restrained tone.

The young man took a long breath. This girl, huh Yusuf really likes it, but it turns out to be annoying too. “Please, justin cave talk first. Continue after that, want to lo roll-roll in the asphalt of the cave also does not care!” Joseph put on his face. If he is not given a chance to speak, when will he explain?

“Sorry cave yesterday has no meaning, except to tell you about this. The cave does not know what to do, talk to get caught by anyone around you, Fat. Finally the cave admitted it yesterday, the cave just wanted to whisper something, but uh even so misunderstood.” Joseph explained in a disappointed tone.

“Dragon yourself from them yes, especially those women.” Yusuf. But the sentence sounded ambiguous making Fatma look up while squinting.

“This is more dangerous, than Keke or Sinta," he continued, with a worried face.

The girl put on a surprised face. His net was perfectly rounded, why was his life often surrounded by people who hated him? Divine, what's wrong Fatma? He never intended to hurt anyone.

“Si–-who? Say ... don't make me curious!” tanyanya started to fret.

“Gua can't say his name. What is clear is that they are not him.” Joseph replied with concern. Ah, that young man loves to play guess the word. Thinking about all that made Fatma's head hurt. His brain worked twice as hard as usual. He hated that so much!

“They .. isn't he? What does it mean?” Fatma is like a parrot. Followed every word for word from her master, but the innocent girl still did not understand.

Yusuf patted the eel slowly. Oh God, this girl is actually innocent or what? “Slowly running plan, giving birth to a trap twist plot.”

Surprised, Fatma's less-honoured brain capacity made him not quite understand what Joseph meant. Joseph's body rose from his seat and stood opposite the girl he was now looking at. “Fatma, the person you think is good, not necessarily so. The world is a lot of gimmicks, be careful in judging!”

“They want to make you complacent about the harmony created, through it also they want to make you slowly suffer.” Yusuf explained.

The girl racked her brain, the love or the family that the young man was referring to? “You know from where and who?” He began to investigate, fearing that Joseph was just a mere mode. Things like this can't believe in mere speech, can they?

“Heard Bu–-” The arrival of two men made the mouth of Joseph who would continue his words stopped. The look on his face turned flat again.

“I told you to leave school immediately. Why is it still here, Yusuf Maulana?” The voice of Bu Aris was instructing with a sharp gaze commemorating.

“Ya, cave go.”  Joseph answered by looking at Fatma meaningfully. So did Fatma, she looked back at Joseph not understanding.

“Ehem.” The commemorative deformity now comes from a teary-eyed man with a thin whisker resembling a catfish. That baritone voice, that dehumanization? Realizing the owner of the voice, Fatma was aghast, her attention was instantly distracted.

Joseph left the three men without a word. Bu Aris' intimidating gaze made Fatma like a child cowering in fear. The head of the girl was downcast staring at the ground by tightly grasping her palms at each other.

“Don't date in school hours, Fatma ... if you don't want your parents I call you too!”  Fatma nodded quickly.

“Ya already, back to class!” he said with a cynical tone.

As Fatma's feet stepped. He did not hear the slightest defense of the Word. Was the man still the same as this morning, silencing him for quite a long time? A sudden pain hit the recesses of his heart. The liquid was eager to drip immediately, but Fatma immediately wiped it off.

“Pak Bobby why fight, Fatma?”  it was sad with a loud voice.

“Come on, we resume Mr. Bobby. There are more important things that I want to say,” said Bu Aris sweetly, disperse the man's daydream.

He nodded, then slowly walked in front of the woman whose age was adrift not too far by the Word, to head to the school cafeteria.

****

The school bell rang loudly, deafening anyone who was around the bell was installed. A smile accompanies Fatma's steps. Despite not having a single theme, the innocent girl did not bother about it, she believed that she could go through everything herself. Fatma became homesick to the great husband, the attitude of the Word was different somehow.

Fatma's move led her to the school cafeteria. His feet pecked when his net caught two people engaged in an exclamation accompanied by a crisp laugh.

He continued to look at the two teachers who were having lunch together, until his consciousness returned after the deliberate collision of Zahra. The girl groaned while complaining small, the stairs felt a little pain. Was wounded?

“Sick yes, see husband himself eat with others?” his taunts were accompanied by laughter. “Cup cup ... Fatma-Fatma will be used by Kak Aiman,” continued Zahra with a cynical tone of concern. Don't forget to roll your head slowly with your lips slightly pursed forward. Like taunting.

“Pak Bobby was in love yes same Fatma so he married Fatma, not .. merainin kok.” He tried to avoid and deny all the words of Zahra.

The girl with the crescent-sharp eyebrows chuckled disdainfully. “Huffht! I really want to tell you something about why Kak Aiman wants to marry you. Just so you know yes, he wants to marry you just as it is not without reason. Who would want to marry a real boy like you. Wait, but ... because you are arrogant, I am not so tell you deh.” Zahra just walked away from the cafeteria.

The curious stirrings rose. Fatma decides to go after her cousin who never liked her. His life is like a lot of puzzles. Yusuf is now Zahra. Argha!

“You know what, Zah?” ask Fatma.

Zahra laughed creepily. “Need also lo same me?” he looked cynically. “Yes, ask yourself 'that's the same beloved husband lo!”

Fatma was upset when Zahra left again leaving her with a myriad of questions. He repeatedly grunted in annoyance. “Niat tell you not anyway, you Grandma Drop by?!” Fatma grumbled in annoyance.

The girl is getting dizzy today. Many things happened, but none of them understood. The foot that will step back again is removed. The silhouette of the two people would walk past Fatma.

Ms. Aris looked cynically and just passed by. Unfortunately, the girl was only able to bow when the Netra Word looked at Fatma. “To my room, Honey!” whispered as he passed Fatma.

The deg!

Fatma's heart was pounding. It turned out that the big husband had not changed, that red hue gushed out on his face. Word chuckled, revealing a row of neat teeth. The man blinked his flirtatious eyes as he whispered to Fatma, then passed away. The hue was getting louder, ah where did her husband learn from? Gawat, if like this continue to be able to school residents will find out.

“Pak Bobby mah that, just want to jump back in the feeling of Fatma. Look at Zauj, Ciyil will reply!” He was determined with a meaningful smile. “Pura-pretending to sulk like a good idea tuh,” monologue then chuckled softly.

“Whatever people say you're bad, I'll still choose you. Because basically someone will not understand the contents of the hearts of others. Well, that said Fatma Mother time to Dad,” chirp back cheerful.

Students and students who saw it looked at Fatma and whispered that she had been affected by mental illness. He doesn't care, he doesn't make them lose. The round-eyed girl stuck her tongue out so glad she came back to taunt them. Word also, Fatma must be brave. Now the girl showed it.

“Here happy, there happy, everywhere my heart happy.” Fatma hummed while running small. His steps lead to obey the commandments of the Word.

Someone who witnessed that, stared hatefully. “Fatma can't be happy.” He laughs like a possessed man.

“Fatma ... It will be a long time, you will suffer! The cave family suffered, because of your family!” his his hisses were sharp, his heart was now being filled with malice.

After muttering like that, the woman went to the room of the person she was about to return to. Crime other than because of intention, also because of the opportunity and now the woman is lucky to launch the action.

Connect ....

Pasuruan, April 28, 2023