Fatma's First Love
The Dream is So Real

...“The biggest fear in me was when I lost you.”...

..._Fatma's First Love_...

Baskara showed its brilliance, pampas stung the jellyfish anyone who was in the park at that time. The sound of insects and wind then completes the heat of the day. The girl with the trousers treining a set with long clothes was exhaling a sigh of relief, sports lessons this time, namely practicing volleyball games. Fatma hated this one lesson so much because it made her feel tired, maybe she was not used to it.

With her sweet smile, the girl stepped cheerfully towards the toilet to wash her sweaty face while changing into her gym clothes. The view of Fatma who had been looking around now caught three bull gang figures who were walking towards him.

He hastened his steps. However, when Fatma wanted to turn into the toilet area, her path was blocked by two women who hated her so much.

“You ma-–mau what?” Fatma lowered her head, she did not have the courage to fight the person in front of her.

“You are torturing a really cute girl calling someone's girlfriend!” Sinta snapped making Fatma aghast.

“Lo yesterday what was the same with Yusuf, huh?!”

Fatma shakes. Yesterday he was just chatting, even for a moment. “Fat-Fatma yesterday was just a casual chat really, Brother ... no more.” The girl answered honestly. It's true he said what he was, he didn't lie. Believe that!

“Lo sure?” Keke. Fatma could only nod weakly.

“Hah, do not believe ... rich actor he, Sin. Beautiful capital is proud!” His hands crossed at the chest. The cynical glances made Fatma unable to hold the semen. It feels like bedwetting, even the fur of his back stands upright.

“I just chat, kok,” reply.

“Chat what lo, until the two are so rich, huh?! Surely you again try to make deketin my girlfriend keep teasing him, right?” Jemari Sinta gripped the chin firmly Fatma and the next second the feeling of heat spread.

“Oh, pantesan. Basic actor!” The girl clapped her hands slowly and slowed down a little. Then Sinta's palm floated in the air until it landed right on Fatma's cheek. The slap left a red mark, before long the feeling of heat spread. The girl moaned in pain, her palms covering some of the red marks. Wailing then sounded, Fatma could not bear it, completely unable to bear it. Sir Bobby, please save Fatma!

“Racaine!” Keke muttered full of nutrition.

***

Fatma's body trembled, after they pushed and slapped the poor girl roughly. Not only that, but the gang was not satisfied just torturing with the small treatment, one of them banging Fatma into the wall made the temple a little bloody. They also doused Fatma with water, making her body shiver.

Fatma groaned in pain. Clear circles out of the brown net fertilizer. "Sir Bobby,” murmured Fatma shivered. Her lips shook, the color began to blue because it was too long in the bathroom. How not, they had the heart to lock Fatma from outside. I don't know where the key to the bath kamae came from. However, this has crossed the line. Fortunately, there are officers who are usually in charge of cleaning the bathroom to hear the pain and cry for help from Fatma. Otherwise, he did not know what bad things would happen to him later.

The girl held her own head which felt dizzy. “Mother, Father, sick ...” He said on his side.

“Yes Allah, strengthen Ciyil,”.

His consciousness began to disappear. However, before that the sound of screams, screams, and whispers entered through the eardrum Fatma. His body was held by members of the PMR, and the teachers immediately took Fatma to the hospital, not to forget they also reported it to Fatma's parents.

****

Rumbling filled the room with all white shades. Mother Naumi felt her chest tight, seeing her only daughter lying unconscious. Although the doctor has handled it, and there are no serious problems. However, the worry of a mother is still felt.

Mother Naumi's cell phone rang. Soon she picked up the phone that turned out to be from her husband. The sound of greeting.

“Fatma, Mass. Fatma ...” The middle-aged woman said weakly and with a sobbing accompanied.

“Prophey Yes, Dear Mother. Now I'm on the way to the airport.” The middle-aged man from across answered.

“Be careful,” reply Mother Naumi. His hand moved around the top of his daughter's head.

There Sabil's father smiled bitterly. “Iya, Darling. Take care of our daughter, son Word is there?”

Mother Naumi shook her head. “Nak Firman has not yet arrived, again on the way home campus.” Mother Naumi explained.

Everyone has their own busyness. Not not wanting to always be there and keep an eye on Fatma. However, the Word also has other business besides his wife.

In the past, the Word believed that no one would dare hurt him again after the events of Joseph, Arka, and Denis yesterday. It turns out that his guess was completely wrong.

This is where Firman, driving his car at high speed. Along the way to the hospital, the man was shrouded in excessive worry. However, he was trying to control his emotions so as not to affect himself at this moment.

“I'm sorry, Fatma! Wait, I'll be there soon, sweetheart.” The Word murmured, not the power to withstand the tightness.

“Yes Rabb, please do not take him first from the servant,” the prayer of the Word.

Prayer is the weapon of the Muslim people. With prayer, anyone will feel close, even if the distance of thousands of kilos separates. Whatever happened to those two, it was already a stroke of fate. However, the name is destiny, something can be changed and there is also not.

Without prayer, despite the close distance. However, it will feel far away. Life needs God, not God who needs us. In this day and age many people think otherwise. Man is reluctant to perform the worship and commandments of God.

If you love him too much, please give him permission to repent, and worship with him longer, to You.

****

With consciousness yet to come. Dreams approaching Fatma. The lake is not necessarily walking in a direction in a garden, grass, and flowers there look beautiful.

Fatma smiled as she continued to stare back and forth. “Here is different, here is soothing.” He said happy.

Yellow sunflowers appear to shine at the ends of the other flowers. Fatma approached the flower to pick it up. He was fascinated by the color of the flowers.

After successfully picking it, the natural that had seemed beautiful turned into a creepy forest. In front of him stood an old house. The sound of laughter rang out.

The curious Fatma entered the house by continuing to pay attention around. It's a very ugly house, it doesn't even deserve to be called a house.

“This is the result if you do not obey what I say!” The woman snaps.

While one other woman wearing a hijab, sitting limp. His face was already covered in bruises, the former slap was also an incision. A whip now floated on the woman's back followed by a groaning.

“Sorry,” shriek the woman.

“You must die!” The woman laughed horribly, with a lightning gaze full of fury.

“You know what it's like to have a broken family? What happened to me, it was all because of them!” he snapped with eyes that bulged until Fatma could see that the eyeballs would come out.

Fatma felt that the woman wearing the black hoodie had gone crazy. Whether it got courage from where, the girl walked over.

“I don't want to die, please let me and my son live a normal life as before!” said beg. The girl sobbed, a clear liquid continuously dripping down her cheeks that were covered in wounds. Slices, wounds, grief, and water words mixed into one coloring his life.

One slap landed rough, not just once, but many times. But the woman did not fight. “Do as you please if it can release me and my son!”

“You start, then finish!” wrathful snapping.

Fatma could not see clearly who the person who was now committing the violence was. To hurt a woman, even though she herself is a woman.

Suddenly a little boy bumped into the rough Fatma, making him stagger. The boy ran to hug his mother, who was sitting on the ground. “Mother, wake ... I always taught Arin to be a strong boy. You also have to be strong!” The girl screamed.

“Silence you little boy! Don't cry, I don't like!” The woman approached him and pulled rough.

“Shut!” horrible shouting.

Fatma was eager to see who that face was. However, the door that opened violently turned everything away. He regained his senses, his dream was over when Word came over and hugged his little wife. Netra Fatma slowly opened with teary eyes.

“It's okay, calm down, honey. Everything's gonna be fine. I'm here for you.” Firmany cheered as if knowing what his wife was feeling.

In the arms of her great husband, Fatma cried while muttering. “That dream, that little boy with that pale face, and that woman wearing that veil, Ciyil felt like she knew them. Her voice sounded very familiar.”

“Pak Bobby,” call Fatma slowly.

Word broke his embrace. He looked at Fatma's face with worry. “Why, Dear?”

“itu–-” Fatma pauses her speech.

“Buy seblak!” The Word put on a flat face. His little wife always worried him. It seems too long with him made Firman suffered a sudden heart attack. The girl smiled sweetly without sin. He also lowered his eyebrows seductively.

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Pasuruan, April 28, 2023