Fatma's First Love
Astagfirullah, what are you doing?

...“Obedience will invite blessing and happiness, while obedience will only invite the unrest and wrath of God.”...

..._Fatma's First Love_...

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Blissfully. Some people interpret happiness as a moment to spend time with the person they love. What power, those who are being drunk with romance. If the problem approaches what will happen? Various feelings are felt, sad, disappointed, angry, patient, happy, and others mixed into one collaboration color his life. However, it cannot be denied that togetherness can create calm even though the storm comes crashing both.

That's what's happening now to young couples who are looking at each other and smiling at each other. The man turned the suddenly silent atmosphere into one filled with warmth.

“Hubby ...” The girl whined bashfully as she looked up a little.

“Don't look at Fatma with a gaze as if Hubby wants to draw Fatma dong!” His lips curled twice as forward. The man thickened his face, trying not to smile. Yes, the Word is now holding a smile that will soon appear on his sweet lips.

“Loh, why, Fatma? Engga sin really, we ‘kan already legitimate,” he said a little tempting. Fatma who heard that sentence was enough to make him shudder in horror. The reason, the Word said it exactly not far from his earlobe. Fatma was petrified for a few seconds.

Fatma blinked her eyes, as if nothing had happened, and the girl started rolling her eyes. “Tabut deh Mr. Bobby, said ‘Sah’ likes to be an excuse,” said Fatma upset.

The girl who still had to lie in the hospital made Firman also accompany her. Now he realized, it turned out that looking for a topic of conversation and breaking the atmosphere was not easy, huh?

“Main guessing while doing science, Bee!” invite the Company enthusiastically. Yes, his eyes twinkle as if he was able to represent his spirit this time. However, not with Fatma, the girl with the deathly pale face and black curls under her eyes was just poking a slanted smile.

“You're not happy huh, Bee?” tanyanya.

Fatma shook her head weakly. A second later he was pensive, like something not so important stuck in his mind. “Bee? Is it a bee fatma, Hubby?” tanyanya while squinting one eye. She did not understand the abbreviation spoken by her great husband.

Word let out a heavy sigh, in the same second the man patted his eel. It's a bitch that this little wife. It just ruins the romantic mood. “Bee means it doesn't have to be a Fatma bee!” The man replied with a slight tone.

Seeing her husband's face made Fatma laugh. “Bee means baby huh? Ululu ... Mr Bobby Dear!” The girl seduced her husband. Pinches and squeezes the Word cheek.

Dismissively. Firman put on an upset face, but the girl in front of him was always naughty, constantly playing tricks on his feelings. Fortunately, they were in a special room. Yes, that's a table where there's only one special room, and it costs more.

“Udah akh, mulu mode you Bee.” The man switched the conversation because now he was tempted. “Now guess what, what letter when we read it three times, is the same as reading the Quran’an one time hatam?” The girl started thinking. His index finger held his chin and the corner of his eye occasionally glanced at the top corner of the room.

Next Fatma propped up her chin, while looking up with her sitting position leaning against the back of the bed. “It looks like Fatma never heard, what is Hubby .. forgot.” The girl guessed as she closed her eyes.

Word laughed so crisply that his eyes narrowed. “I count to three, the loser gets a penalty,”. He begins to count, while Fatma's mind is muddled. Fatma felt like she was being chased. Ah, he can't think.

"One."

"Two."

"Two and a half."

He squealed, grunted annoyed. "Ah, Hubby don't be quick to count, Ciyil can't think" complained the girl with her manyun lips.

The man ignored his little wife who continued to mracau, chattering annoyed. Smiling, the Word continues to count. “Three!” the triumphant cry of the Word.

The girl complained. “Yahh cheated akh, Mr. Bobby.” The girl folded her hands under her chest and turned her face away.

Firman laughed again and ruffled his wife's white headscarf. I was so anxious to see her childish behavior. “I tell you the answer deh.” He poked Fatma's chin making a sharp glint like a sword that would wield his enemy managed to make the Word freeze for a moment.

“The answer, namely the letter of Al-Ikhlas, Bee,” he replied with a heart that raced twice as fast as usual.

Fatma looked cynical. “That's right, Ciyil also wanted to answer that, Mr. Bobby only who calculated the speed,” reply pleasantries. Though he forgot. This girl does not want to lose.

“Ya already, now the punishment is .. jitak one time.” The man showed me his teeth.

“Against nih?” The man raised his eyebrows, teasing Fatma.

The innocent girl with the infusion hose attached to the back of her palm nodded lazily, then brought her frowning closer to the Word by turning her face away. Word came closer to make his face and Fatma was only a few inches away. The girl could feel the breath from her great husband, but the word meant not by hand. However, wear lips on Fatma's forehead.

His eyes widened for a moment. He rounded his eyes, looking at the triumphant smiling Word. “Ikh ... Sir Bobby mode ...” Firmam just laughed while carrying Fatma's small body in his arms. While the girl continued to whine and slump her husband's back with her hands clenched together.

The man got up from his seat, then stuck out half of his tongue, a taunting sign. “Yuhuu I won!” He cheered happily like an impatient Kindergarten child was about to rush home.

***

Strange footsteps attacked the floor. Seen by human traffic coming out of a large and old building towering high. The white building was like there was no stone. A couple holding hands with each other were walking to the hospital room where their daughter was being treated. Sometimes they smile at someone who says hello. However, suddenly a woman who lowered her head hit Mother Naumi from across the street. Sabilq's father restrained the middle-aged woman from falling.

“Astagfirullah,” murmured both.

The girl with the hair draped and wearing the black hat smiled and slightly lowered her head. The woman cupped her hands in front of her chest.

Mother Naumi and Father Sabil looked at each other for a few marriages, then chuckled awkwardly. “Nothing, Son Zulaikha, aunt no papa kok,” reply is friendly.

The middle-aged man chimed in, “Loh are you here ...? What are you doing, Zulaikha? Is your dad sick?”

The girl nodded quickly. “Ah, no Om Sabil, I'm here to make friends. Om same Auntie herself what's going on here? Who is sick?” The middle-aged man did not get an answer, but instead he turned around to scold Sabil's father.

The look on Mother Naumi's face changed. “It ... Fatma is being treated, there was a small accident.”

The girl looked surprised, she had her own lips closed with both palms. “Jeez, how can Aunty?” tanyakanya.

“I want to join besuk ... is it okay, Auntie? Ah, but I did not bring anything,” he added while complaining.

Mother Naumi chuckled, she clasped her niece-in-law's hand. “Come!”

***

There is a reason behind the attitude and nature of a person. There are those who commit crimes without coercion there are also none. Likewise with the policy, there are times when expecting rewards there are also sincere when doing.

A girl who still wears a school uniform with a headscarf that is no longer worn, is now sitting down on the sofa of her family room.

The look of intimidation was full of warning and anger was floating from his father's pair of eagle eyes. A father who has a hard nature and discipline in educating his only child.

“Until when do you want it to continue, HAH?”  ask her by raising her voice.

The girl squeezed her two interlocking palms together, a drop of clear liquid she was unable to contain. He is also a man who has fear.

“Sorry,” softly, unable to say.

The middle-aged man in front of him laughed. “Sorry you said? Repeat again, Son!” he said slowly with firmness.

He complied and muttered an apology back. Hearing that several piles of paper in front of him he threw it in the face of the child.

“Why don't you follow what dad said, HUH?! Your grades are down, his work is bullying people constantly, learning lazily. What do you want to be, you? Community trash, yes?”

“Jawab!” it was the impact that made the girl cry.

“Don't waste time on that, Shin. I never told you to date, let alone hurt people!" he chanted loudly.

Meanwhile Shinta was just silent with a trembling body. This happened once in the girl's life. However, still the fear always shackled his heart and there was one thing that Shinta regretted.

Why is he unable to fight? From that question came a thousand questions. Why does he have to feel this? Why does he not have a strict father. However, just gently.

Already several times heard the scene, strangely can not make Shinta changed with the mischievous behavior he did. He just wanted his father to understand.

“Now studying diligently, next week you must join the Olympics. Don't let dad down!” That order can't be Shinta's argument. It felt heavy for him to nod his head. Really am.

The man got up and passed away leaving behind his only daughter who was crying sobbing in silence. People say, crying without a sound is the achievement of someone's tiring.

With a quivering voice, the XI class student muttered. “This is what it's like to live without a mother? When did God present someone who understood the feeling of the cave?”

“Gua cape live gini continues. Why should the cave have to digerasain this? Why the cave ...." The girl laughed horribly with tears still flowing relentlessly.

“Gua also want to be happy .. just a minute.” The lowest point of a person is different. Many ways people do happiness, some force themselves to seize the happiness of others, some also create happiness itself.

***

The knock on the door made Firman and Fatma who were lying together in the hospital bed a little surprised. Like the previous nights, Fatma wanted to be accompanied to sleep because the girl could not sleep if her head was not stroked. The habits.

Herbs. Although it is legal to be husband and wife, they are still shrouded in fear. Especially when Fatma's parents are catching the wet romantic action of Firmam to his wife. Not infrequently the cheeks of the Word reddened because of blushing shame. Ah, that guy is weird. It is not Fatma who is ashamed, but her.

“Aduh .. how about Mr. Bobby, get off!” 

“Sleep on the sofa only, yes sleep.”

“To the bathroom only, Mr Bobby!”

The door opened a few seconds ago, Fatma's parents and Zulaikha's mother saw the unnatural behavior of the Word and Fatma. Sabil's father stared intently at the two.

“Astagfirullah, what are you guys doing?”

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