Fatma's First Love
Sah!

..."In fact, those who often give flowers and chocolates will in fact lose the same thing that gives a contract."...

...~Fatma'd First Love...

..."Men who understand religion are scary. Never told you, suddenly came proposing. Never whisper I love you. However, by his refusal to pronounce qobiltu."...

..._Fatma's First Love...

...***...

In a room the atmosphere turned tense. Silent. No one dared to start the conversation first. Same with Fatma, the girl is still in the same position. Can you hear his heartbeat right now?

“Sorry Mr. Firman, Fatma can't ...." The girl again showed a sad face. His voice withered, not exuding the slightest spirit. But, actually behind it he held a smile. The man who had been sitting not far from him since a few minutes ago had been waiting for a definite answer from Fatma. Word's face turned pale pias, his heart beating weakly. Now not only were his knees weak, but his body felt a great tremble. Did the innocent girl really reject the Word?

“Kena--" The word that will speak is quickly trimmed first by Fatma. Like not wanting to give healing for the man to speak even if only a word.

“Fatma can't refuse this proposal, sir! “ He involuntarily exclaimed happily.

"Can Fatma be Khadijah for Pak Firman? Let me serve the Father just as Sayyidah Khadijah who served the Prophet Muhammad wholeheartedly until death picks up, sacrificing all his possessions for jihad in the way of Allah .. can you?" Word stunned, pale face pias changed as usual. Even with everyone. Fatma said it so quickly, perhaps with just two breaths. How can he reject this proposal, while the one who came to propose was the man who had been his debate with the Divine. Opportunities don't come twice, even with good things like this.

The heart that had been holding back the turmoil of disappointment was now slowly publishing happiness. Fatma received the Word and surely the man was very happy. Now the butterfly feels like flying in the stomach of both. They cannot express their happiness to each other. Pensive with a big smile.

As soon as the room uttered hamdalah. In addition to loving Fatma, the Word is also commanded to do something. Some of them are happy. It is like hiding something. The slanted smile was not visible to anyone but a creature other than a human in the room.

“Dad, but Fatma's worried. Fatma is still a child, can she get married at an early age? Then what about Dad's Fatma school?" tanyanya. True, can they have a marriage if they remember that Fatma is still 17 years old?

Everyone was silent thinking about it. “We'll try, honey. If marriage can bring Fatma closer to Allah, sincere father, besides that you do not fall from the pit of adultery as well. Fatma, father just pray, may Nak Word can be a better man than father, more able to keep Fatma. In Shaa Allah, good intentions will be facilitated by Allah, Aamiin O Allah." Fatur's father answered while stroking the top of his little daughter's head. Haru's. Mr. Sabil did not expect time to pass so quickly. He did not expect that he would relinquish his responsibility to Fatma. Now, the princess who always whines and is always weighed will be betrothed to someone.

Almost everyone was moved to hear the words of Sabil's father. The Word smiled gently, “In shaa Allah, I will keep this trust as best I can, sir."

Fatma hugged her father tightly. Without him knowing, the clear was back dripping, sobs sounded obvious. “Dad will forever remain the best man Fatma found. Thank you that Father and Mother have been patient in raising and educating Fatma. A word of thanks may never be enough, Dad."

Mr. Sabil stroked his son's back, that was all the middle-aged man could do. Crying out? No, this was a happy day, he did not want to stain her with a tear. Maybe it is hard to take off the princess just wayangnya. However, Mr. Sabil believes that this is the best decision, Fatma has been in the arms of the right people. “Iya, Darling."

Before long, Sabil's father outlined his embrace and said, “What dowry are you going to give my daughter Fatma, Son Firman?"

The man was silent for a moment. He stared into Fatma's beautiful netra, trying to figure out what dowry the girl wanted without asking her. However, then he sighed deeply and before long gently he said, “Previously sorry, sir. The Word here was born from a family that blessed me more than enough words. Here, the Word is also still not able to give dowry like men out there, all I have is memorization of the holy verse of the Qur'an provisions from the hyacinth first, he said, but if that is not enough, then I will try and work hard to give the best dowry for Fatma. All I'll do to get Fatmawati, sir." Mr. Sabil just nodded without heeding the explanation that not even the middle-aged man asked for. Seeing her silent father, Fatma became clumsy. He was afraid the father did not approve of their marriage just because the Word could not give the dowry as his father wanted.

Fatma clasped the palm of Mr. Sabil so that his net was diverted against each other with the beautiful bead of his daughter. The sparkle was so obvious. Is correct. The girl didn't say it. However, it was his senses that represented the feelings from his heart. Then, Mr. Sabil just smiled and held the palm of Fatma. “I don't ask for grandiose ones, son. All I give back to Fatma, she asked to be given a dowry what ..it decision is in the hands of Fatma," said Sabil's father.

“However, Fat. What's the price you ask of me?" tanyakanya.

After a few minutes of thought, Fatma steadied her heart and finally answered. It's not good to hang someone's question without giving an answer? Nor does he want to keep the Word waiting. “Mahar that does not make Mr. Firman burdened and does not lower the self-esteem Fatma ... already, that's it." The Word was surprised to hear Fatma's answer. The shadow of the dowry that the innocent girl asked missed. Word just stumbled a smile and nodded.

"However, Mr. Firman said that he had a provision to memorize the Quran from the cottage first." The man nodded back.

"Can Fatma ask for Ar-Rahman's letter as a gift on her wedding day?" The man fell silent. No response, Fatma just smiled wryly. Ah, maybe that guy didn't approve of Fatma's request.

"But ... but if according to Mr. Firman letter Ar-Rahman make Mr. Firman burdened, I leave it back to the Father." He finished his sentence. Fatma made everyone present stunned.

"May Allah, the forerunner of hell."

"Udah is beautiful, sweet, not demanding much from the future husband, pray again. So you want a daughter-in-law like Fatma."

"Search in Tokopedia aja, if you know again there is a massive free!" The muttering of everyone in the room that made Mother Naumi chuckle softly and amused when she heard it.

***

After a long process. Finally, the marriage of the Word and Fatma took place this afternoon. Getting married at an early age is not easy, the twenty-five-year-old Word and seventeen-year-old Fatma might make the man a mistake. Moreover, the childish nature possessed by Fatma.

It is now Fatma's last day of school this week, before the next three days she will be allowed to attend a family event. That's true, isn't it?

The step was accompanied by a sweet smile. The man wearing the black batik immediately approached Fatma as he watched her walk alone with lethargic steps. “Come home with me, look for a wife!" Word raised his eyebrows, teasing Fatma who was tired emanated from the look on his face.

Seeing a man from behind the white pajero car was her future husband. The tired moment disappeared, like being carried away by the wind. Fatma carved a sweet arch on her lips. Shamefully Fatma nodded. “Boleh the future Father Husband," he said slowly.

They walk at a distance that is not too close. “Sir Bobby, Fatma wait in front ya, shame."

Word who heard the name of another man called by his little wife-to-be immediately looked at Fatma with a look of intimidation. Bobby's? Who's the guy? Is Fatma's ex-boyfriend?

"Bobby? Who'sis that? Fatma's boyfriend, huh?" Fatma chuckled softly. He wanted to pinch the aunt of the future husband. Ah, no-no better he just grabbed his thin mustache. However, it cannot because it is not legal to be a husband and wife, right?

"The name of the Father is Muhammad Bobi Firmansyah. Bobby is Fatma's affectionate call to the Father." I am glad to hear all of that. Heat in his heart. Of jealousy? Yes, the phrase is suitable to describe the current situation. But not anymore. The Word erased the trace of the flat face and replaced it with a knotty smile. Not waiting too long, after getting an amused nod from the Word, the girl then left.

“Wear what pellets anyway, lo Fatma? Until Mr Firman can see you full of love? Wherever I look forward to, too. I'm more fashionable, contemporary. Lah lo. .. kuel, ugly, like mothers. Don't deserve to be liked by a man as handsome as Mr. Firman!" The girl with the free-thinning hair suddenly grabbed Fatma's wrists. Not enough there, Keke also insulted all-out about his appearance.

Fatma only multiplied the istighfar in her heart, bowing her head deeply. “Indeed I can't feel in love, huh? Mr. Firman ‘kan is nobody. Why are you banning?" lirih Fatma tried not to be afraid. Yes, he always remembers the Word so as not to be afraid of the gang who always bullied him . There are times when Fatma retaliates and there are times when he is silent.

“Yes, it is clearly wrong! Because you use a sneaky way! Not that Mr. Firman wants to be the same rich snot boy because of love, but maybe he wants to satisfy his desires just continue to be ventured to you. Then if you are satisfied, you will be dumped so rich in gum, already no taste is thrown away, just sweet chewed with great spirit?!" cynical Sinta and pushing tight Fatma's shoulder.

The girl almost staggered. “Everything take care, obey dong if you sayin!" delik Inggit before the three stepped away.

Not long after, the man came by clawing his car. “Come!"

Fatma smiled again and immediately forgot the incident that had just happened to her, she nodded and sat in the back seat. The Word that understands them is not mahram nor does it matter.

“His heart is sure it's up to me? And the prize is sure to just want Ar-Rahman's letter?" ask the Word while flirting.

Fatma nodded. “That's it Mr. Bobby, once again Fatma does not want to incriminate Father," he said sincerely.

Word chuckles. “It's already my obligation, Fatma. Oh yeah, I'd like to ask you a question?"

Fatma assented the request of the Word with a nod of the head. “You ... have you ever dated?" The girl shook her head. “Are you forced to marry me?"

The girl quickly returned. “Fatma sincerely, really, Mr. Bobby."

“What does that mean you love me Fatma?" That question made Fatma's cheeks blush. The girl was embarrassed. The girl rolled her eyes. As the hue became more visible, Fatma covered it with both palms.

It felt like if the man kept teasing her, he wanted to drown. Mother, please Nisa fly!

“You sick, Fatma? Why is red on his cheek?" tanyanya while looking at the small glass in the middle of his car.

Fatma turned her face away by covering her face. “Barusan fell, because of Father," replied Fatma half annoyed.

The Word laughs crisply. “Kok can fall, Fatma? Falling where? What's falling?" cerca Ali's.

“This is new registration, Fatma. When I'm done, I'll just start."

The words of the Word sounded ambiguous in Fatma's ears. Start, start what? “Hah, start what, sir?" tanyanya degan plain. Now his face is not hidden behind the palm anymore. Same with the red color. It's still there, but not as thick as it was.

“Hazardous." Fatma crossed her arms around her chest and leaned her back against the car seat. Ah, that guy sucks.

"O Father."

"Don't call me father dong, Fat." The man whines. However, Fatma just silently stared out the car window.

"Belvin. Tell me what you mean by what you were." The man smiled and lowered his eyebrows. Being near the Word for too long makes Fatma exposed to high blood pressure.

"Secret, Fatma."

*****

The beautiful girl clad in a white dress with a matching hijab was now sitting with trembling hands. This atmosphere feels awkward. From this afternoon the status of Fatma will change even with its obligations.

The man who was shaking the hand of Sabil's father said firmly and loudly after sighing deeply. “I received marriage and marriage Sharifah Fatmawati bint Sabil Maulana with the dowry paid in cash!”

“How are the witnesses? Right?" ask pak penghulu.

“Sah!" As soon as the witnesses who were present at the wedding answered loudly so as to make the room not too big not too small it echoed.

“Baarakallahu laka wa baarakaa alaika wa jamaa bainakumaa fii khoir."

"May God bless you, both in joy and sorrow, and always gather you both to goodness."

After the agreement was completed, Firman approached Fatma who was looking down happily next to Mother Naumi. The man smiled when he saw happiness emanated from the look on his little wife's face . His heart beats like a horse race. Ah, why is it that when he approaches Fatma, the man suddenly has a heart attack? No. gabe. The Word brushed all that aside. Today the Word has another responsibility, which is to be a priest for Fatma. It feels like a dream. But it did happen.

The Word thrust the back of his palm in front of Fatma. The girl looked strangely at the Word. “What's his hand doing, sir?" ask her innocently while looking at the description.

Mother Naumi patted the jidat. “Yes God has a daughter like this once."

Fatma was just a whiny while scratching her nape that was not itchy. Then, with the help of Mother Naumi, Fatma shook the back of the Word's palm floating in the air. While the man held his wife's crown while reading a prayer. “Allahumma inni as’aluka min khoirihaa wa khoirimaa jabaltaha ‘alaih. Wa a’udzubika min syarriha wa syarrimaa jabaltaha ‘alaih."

They stared at each other after performing the sacred ritual. Everyone teases the two especially from the family of the mother who is very friendly. In fact, they were very supportive of Fatma to marry young with the Word, because it was a hereditary tradition from her parents first.

“Can I menge ... your cup?" ask him with a stifled sentence. The more obvious it is, the more ambiguous it feels. However, the Word must be able to thicken his face and look authoritative. This is the day that the Word has been waiting for.

Fatma was confused. “Indeed, if you are married and legally able to kiss, Mr Bobby? Didn't I and Mr mahram?" The question and the innocent face made the Word chuckle softly. Aih, he was eager to squeeze his little wife's round aunt.

Mother Naumi who became a mosquito was again embarrassed by her child. “Bby dong, Darling. Ma is Allah."

Firman just held his head while chuckling with anxiety. Fatma was embarrassed. “Ya-ya already then may be," he said in a stifled voice.

The man in the black suit brought his face closer to Fatma's forehead. “Ekh, Mr. Bobby, but don't be long yes ... shy.”

Word nodded, then kissed Fatma's forehead for a long time. The girl closed her eyes, a strange rumble back Fatma felt. It feels right up to his veins. However, the girl enjoyed a strange sensation that spread all over her body.

Mother Naumi was scorned and replaced with a cheer of temptation. The Word released its kiss after hearing the temptation that was becoming more and more. Fatma who was embarrassed immediately hugged the body of the Husband. His meroon face was only seen by the Word. He drowned his face on the shoulder of his great husband. So, is this what it feels like to hug the husband's body?

“Further in room, Fat!"

"It's more afdol in the room, Cip!"

“Akh, make single baper!"

“Udah hey already, sin!"

"Oh my God, I may be single iso opo?"

“Udah halal, unless you are the one who is cheating, you are single!"

“So get married young!"

"Well, he's married. When is the cave?"

"Lu don't want to sleep in a cave?"

****

The wedding ended with a meal together, the families who attended came home one by one. Mother Naumi and Sabil's father had already rested in their room.

Now the Word and Fatma are sitting next to each other on the bed. The girl was confused as to what to do. Does he really need to stay in one bed with the Word like this? Fatm is not ready and not ready. Ah, maybe not used to it. However, Fatma often sleeps with her father and her mother. Fatma took a long breath. Silent, there was only the sound of crickets and other small insects being complementary on the first night. He bit his lips for a while, then Fatma glanced at the Word.

“Sir-Pak Bobby sleeps where?" Duh, Fatma what is that question? He cursed himself, how could he ask such a question to the husband who was clear that the Word would sleep in bed with him.

The smiling Word looked at Fatma. The man knew for sure his little wife was not ready, even if it was just sleeping in bed. So, he asked, “There is a mattress floor or carpet?"

Fatma held her breath and nodded. He moved to the closet and picked up a hairy carpet there. Seeing Fatma in distress, the man took the initiative to help and immediately moved on.

“I sleep here only," said Firman as he began to fix his bed.

Fatma nodded slowly. Is this a sin? The girl who knew nothing could only continue to think. He hesitantly lay on the bed after confirming that the Word had been lying down to sleep.

“Good night, my Little Cipah," she said sweetly.

Fatma only endured the shame. “Back Pak Husband," he replied softly.

Word fell asleep a few minutes ago. While the innocent girl was just lying down with uneasiness. There is less than usual. Should he awaken the Word just to help him perform the ritual?

“Sir Bobby," call him soft.

Seriate...

Pasuruan, March 12, 2023

Have you eaten something sweet today?

Sweet to lose with Mr Bobby and Dek Fatma? They are legitimate :)