Fatma's First Love
That call was Sweet

...“Don't cry Fatmawati .. if you just make me feel so loved. Why should I choose to go?"...

..._Fatma's First Love...

The white cotton expanse so clearly enveloped the stretch of blue canva that is now mixed together. The birds sound so sweet. Blowing wind is not too strong occasionally sweeps the skin of Fatma who entered through the window of his room. Packing things is now being done by the new husband and wife. The two decided to stay at the home of the late parents of Firman, which had long been occupied only by his aides.

“Pak Husband! Fatma can't bring a teddy bear with my doraemon?" ask her with a glare.

The man chuckled again, then approached his little wife and gently ruffled her head. “Boleh, would you like all the beds not to be taken?" the Word once again.

Fatma was embarrassed. The doll that was originally in his arms is now lowered to the front position of his stomach. “Hehehe, could have. This Husband sir." The girl pinched Firman's stomach slowly. Yes, now it's Fatma's turn to tease him.

Word glared and tried to brush off the pinch. “Geli, Darling," his fists were clear.

Now Fatma knew her husband's weakness. He paused for a moment, grinned and then continued his action. Like not wanting to give mercy, Fatma even more so. Firman and the teenage girl laughed, who had been near the closet, the man now ran around the bed. Ah, just like Hajar Aswad's activities. A few times I said stop. However, Fatma ignored him.

“Bad kid, already dong, Honey! I cape, later if it does not stop the value I reduce loh!" The Word pleads with a breath of hesitation. He was a little threatening. However, the threat seemed to have no effect at all. So, what could make that bratty girl stop?

"Not good ah, the threat is value."

Finally, the two lay down after feeling tired. A sweat on his forehead, as well as an irregular breath indicating tired indeed whack both. “Sir Bobby already yes, I am tired," he said without sin.

“I'm tired too, Fatma. You are ... told to stop wanting to recede, so lemes deh." Hearing this made Fatma wake up. “Pak Bobby, play romp in yuk park? Won't you?" tanyanya while raising her eyebrows.

“Hah?" Firman gawked at the words of Fatma. He said he was tired? Ah I don't know, the mood of women is never predictable.

“Not aware of this little wife either," he muttered and then smiled obliquely.

****

Fatma with slow steps dragged her suitcase. His feet hurt and ached from his own actions. Inviting the husband to run and turn tickled, the stubborn girl cried and pretended to be angry with her great husband. However, not long. Yes, it turns out she has the same weaknesses as her husband.

“What is this sin of a naughty wife, sir?" The tone was said to be very devoid of spirit.

Word laughed and shook his head slowly. The man was holding onto Fatma's shoulder. “No, Fatma're you my most adorable little wife."

Fatma. “Akh, Mr. Bobby's a tombal," he said shyly. Divine, why is it that every time she is near her husband, the strange thump is again present as when she first knew the man who is now standing not far from his position?

Firman ruffled the jilbab of his little wife. The girl was jealous. “Sir Bobby, Fatma can ask no?" Think of it as an answer that represents the series of sentences.

"Daddy has no ex?"

“Have dong!" answer the Word with spirit. Fatma snorted and the smile that had originally bloomed now withered again.

“Who?" tanyanya lazy.

Surely Mr. Bobby has not been able to move on from his ex, especially if his first love. Fatma sebel deh, anyways why the Cipah of so many topics should choose it? But it was also kepo. His grunts just kept the girl saying deep inside.

“Gamon yes, Sir?" Fatma gave up her husband's embrace. The man was confused, staring at Fatma's face for a moment with a frown that he did not understand.

Fatma who saw that the man did not understand what he said immediately explained. “Hufh! Gamon stands for failed move on." obviously Fatma was not friendly.

“Ohh, just heard that term me, dear."

Fatma spins both balls of lazy mantaya. “Why not choose to marry her?!"

"Well," replied the man casually.

Telak. Sontak Fatma glared slightly when she heard the answer from her husband. His heart was like being hit by thousands of huge stones. Meaning? Do any of you know what that guy means?

“Pak Bobby polygamy?!" ask her with eyes ready to shed tears. Firman nodded with a typical jail smile while he was probing Fatma.

“Fatma don't want to! Mr. Bobby is bad, surely now we also want to samperin and stay with him, huh? Bobby made the second Fatma! Do you know the pain of being designed?! Mr. Bobby is evil. Fatma! Same with Bobby!" The girl continued to rebel hitting Word's shoulder slowly. However, his action came to a halt as the man in the black shirt carried Fatma scattering into his arms.

"Sorry," he said regretfully.

Fatma was crying, she was touched. Some of Firman's shirts were soaked by his little wife's tears. The cry sounded so sad that part of Fatma's body shook. Instantly the Word was surprised. “Yes Allah, my Fatma is just kidding. Seriously, just kidding! Well, don't cry, dear dong." The man continued to try to persuade his little wife to calm down again. Ah, maybe Fatma was just surprised.

Fatma silence. But his cries continued to sound. Now that the Word gave up, he broke his embrace. The man aligned his body and brought his face closer to Fatma.

The cup!

“Don't cry, Cipah .. if you just make me feel so loved. Why should I choose to leave?" The man welds the clear traces of Fatma with his finger back.

Fatma froze with her face. "Sir Bobby won't leave Fatma, will he?" Word shook quickly. The man held onto Fatma's shoulders facing towards her. He stared at the beautiful manic adhesives of his little wife.

“Sir Bobby won't do polygamy, right?" Word returned to shakes.

“Pak Bobby-"

It feels like Word is anxious itself. He cut off Fatma's conversation at lightning speed. “In the Lord, never, dear! I ... promise." At the end of the sentence the man hung his words a little. At a glance, Fatma's attention captures the Word with a pushy gaze toward the front.

“Iya, airing, Mother Naumi's spoiled child like a toddler. Ehem." Suddenly in the midst of silence Mother Naumi appeared with a deity that made a short daydream of the Word disappear. He raised one eyebrow and glanced back.

“Ekh Mother." The man smiled smirkingly, scratching his non-itchy nape. Mother Naumi just smiled in remembrance.

"Basic, newlyweds, making out doesn't know where."

“That is important halal." The girl answered while showing her white teeth.

***

“Pak, I permission parting, yes!" The man with glasses with a thin mustache that was already in the car of his pajero shouted to the security guard. Do not forget the position of the car glass that is half open with the head of the Word stretched out.

“Be careful, Son Word!" Word nodded and smiled knot. Then, he waved his hand as a sign of farewell.

The man closed his car window and at the first minute he glanced at his little wife who was frowning. “Why? My little wife why are her lips so sweet as a conical fish?" ask the Word who repeatedly teased Fatma. However, with a soft tone.

The night wind pierced into the ribs. This cold atmosphere was too excessive to feel. With a gray sweater wrapped around her body, Fatma hugged her own body, clutching it with both tiny hands. Later, Firman tried to justify the seat belt that the girl had forgotten to wear.

The car did not go long at medium speed. Soft touch and warm Fatma feel. The firm grasped his palm, not forgetting that once in a while the man stroked the back of his wife's palm. “Why? Try the story," he asked.

“Sir Bobby knows no?"

“Menjos, oncom, tempe?" answer the Word whimper while his attention focuses on the front driving.

“Akh, add more nyebelin. Anyway chocolate peeper! Add seblak, peeper boci also, duren, do not forget kebab, meatballs, spaghetti so it is more delicious. Drink it further avocado juice, ice doger so it's more delicious!" Fatma was stirring with her fingers that were like counting people, the Word chuckled while shaking its head. His little wife is unique.

“Pak Bobby ...“ Throughout the journey Fatma whined while swaying on her husband's left arm. Wonder. Made from what the ear of the Word until he was very comfortable listening to all the complaints of the pink lips Fatma.

“Iya, Darling ... here, “ answer the Word very gently.

Fatma met when she heard the call. Her tone was so gentle and managed to get her to publish a knotty smile. Indeed, his heart warmed to hear the call of love that was thrown from the lips of the Word that sounded sweet.

“Why yes, Dad every Sunday same Juma’at it likes to go home? Though ‘kan we should have the same family weekly night. " The girl kept grumbling.

“Mother is also not suspicious again Dad! Fatma became upset to know!"

The Word smiles hearing it. “That's a sign Mother believes. Fatma knows the key to the relationship to stay adem ayem?" Fatma shook her head weakly.

“Faith. Although any distance separates, if the two keep each other's heart and trust. In the Lord, will remain united."

Fatma held her chin, a sign of thinking. “Pak Bobby , will always trust me and family ‘kan, sir?“

The man only heeded it by nodding. “In shaa Allah, Dear. Then what's the reason you didn't come home?"

“Kata Dad, something to take care of, overtime, help temen, want to hgeronda. Akh, the reason is so much, until Fatma himself forgets anything." The lips returned forward a few centimeters while scratching the back of his head.

Word fell silent. It doesn't seem possible for someone as good as Sabil's father to cheat, does it? Especially if you see the relationship both feel fine. Even humorous, but the outer cover is not always beautiful.

“Fatma, think positive yuk! Maintaining suudzon's nature toward God or being is not good, dear. As Allah says in the Quran’an Surat Al-Hujuraat verse 12. Fatma know what it sounds?" He tried not to aggravate the feelings of his little wife.

Fatma shook her head like a plain baby. “O you who believe! Stay away from prejudice, indeed some prejudices are sins, and do not look for the faults of others, and let none of you gossip some of the others. Do any of you like to eat the flesh of his dead brother? Of course you feel disgusted. And fear Allah, Allah is the All-Receiver of Penance, the All-Merciful."

“Nah .. so that's what God says. We're trying to be kind, baby!" The man poked Fatma's chin so as to put the master to shame.

“Ready, Sa-honey, “ nervous. Instead of being answered, the man laughed off hearing the romantic call

***

Fatma is now walking in the corridor next to class XII IIS 2, this is the class where the bulli alley is located. How not, the atmosphere around looks quiet plus the class is close to the warehouse that is not used. The left side is a language lab and a biology lab. He was always afraid of having to go through the streets. His knees were shaking as well as his heart was racing. Fatma walked in a lowered position, speeding up her steps. Pray in your heart to make it safe for you to get to class. At first, he thought that no one was watching. However, his guess was wrong.

The backpack that Fatma was wearing was pulled rough, then her tiny body was pushed to the point of falling. Sinta found it! Fatma did not dare to raise her face. Even for a little look up, just glancing at Fatma did not have the courage.

“Ngapain leaving with Mr Bobby, huh? Want to find a face to get good grades? Oh, or do it ...." Those words were not resumed. However, the accusatory smile was warning.

“Halah, kayak gini girls wear hijab, but holy pretentious!" Keke chimed in with delicacies full of scorn.

“A-I, a-there's something wrong with you guys?" tanyanya fear.

Sinta laughs. “Still it too, lo?! Shrimp brains!" he snapped while heading slowly one of his temples.

Sinta stepped closer to Fatma, stepped on her hand then twirled her shoes heartlessly. A cynical smile was imprinted on Keke and Sinta's face. While the one woman behind the two just put on a flat face.

Fatma hissed in pain while holding the upper arm of her hand. “Ssss sa-sick, Brother. Help freelin!"

Fatma continued to moan in pain, no one helped her. He's just fucked. Divine, until when will he be the moons of Sinta and his friend? Mr Bobby, don't you know if your little Fatma has rebulled?

Keke's arms moved to grab Fatma's hair. However, someone from behind managed to brush him off roughly. Keke growled, looking at who the perpetrator was. “Ngapain interfere anyway, Suf?!"

Seriate...

Pasuruan, March 12, 2023