Fatma's First Love
Little Wife
..."Being close to you always makes me happy."...
..._Fatma's First Love...
After he was rescued by Joseph from the tigress, the gaze was inexplicably familiar to Fatma. Do any of you know whose gaze it is? Fatma forgot about it. The sharp gaze of the lock was hard to decipher, like there was a secret that Fatma had not known.
From the moment of the incident Joseph was pulled by Sinta. Still, looking towards him. Couldn't it be if Joseph asked a woman for help? Akh, it feels like Fatma's head suddenly became dizzy thinking about it all.
The girl became reminded of the phone that Mr. Husband gave her. For a moment, he laughed amusedly by himself. Then take it out of my pocket. Yes, now Fatma is standing while holding some thick package books waiting for her big husband to pick her up.
Fatma pressed the green button which meant she wanted to call someone. And yes, the girl called Mother Naumi. For several days he did not talk to the source of happiness enough to make him miss. While waiting for her husband to come, Fatma wants to know more about marriage. Ah, maybe he wants to have a little chat to know the condition of his mother.
“Assalamualaikum, Dear Mother," greetings Fatma as usual with cheerful. There was also the answer to the longing greetings from the mother who was enthusiastic.
“Mother, is Ciyil obliged to cook for Mr. Bobby. After marriage must be cooked, washing his clothes the husband is Ciyil's duty huh, Bun?" his tan felt sad, his lips slightly pursed forward.
“Mother herself knows if Ciyil can't cook," she lamented back. This girl complains too much. After marriage did Mother Naumi interfere in the lives of both of them?
“Fatma, cooking for the husband is not mandatory, but certainly a husband also wants to be cooked with his wife even if it is not every day. Mother does not demand you have to be good at cooking. Slowly, Son." The telling of the middle-aged woman from across there made Fatma relieved. Because what? Does it mean that he is free to be haunted again by the fear of learning to cook?
“But Ciyil often see Mother cook for Dad." Surprised, the girl asked again. No wonder he asked too many questions. Given that he is still a teenager and does not have much experience taking care of the household.
“The obligation of a wife is to serve the husband, not to cook for the husband. Either outward or inner. Cooking can be an obligation of the husband, wash dishes, clothes, also the same, but ... Fatma ...," answered the mother hanging her sentence making Fatma raise one eyebrow.
“But what, Mother?"
“But if Fatma is dear to the husband, would be a wife of prayer, you would definitely do all the household chores without being told or waiting for one of you to do it. Because Fatma, the wife is the husband's companion, not the husband's helper." Mother Naumi explained.
"One more .. You must always remember that now heaven is on the soles of your husband's feet. Now Fatma is no longer the responsibility of Dad, but the husband. No matter how small it may be, it will be a liability in the hereafter."
Fatma slowly nodded even though she understood that Mother Naumi could not see the response from her daughter. “Keep especially, Mommy?"
“If you want to leave the house permission first, if the husband wants nothing to be obeyed yes, served, do not be rejected! If Fatma refuses, then it will get sin and punishment from God. Back again, the Fatma ridho was in the mother and father, now you have to rely on the Ridho Pak Hubby," teased Mother Naumi at the end of his sentence. The end of the sentence sounded a little accompanied by a slow and restrained stiffness.
Fatma laughed embarrassedly. How could his mother know his alas vocation to the Word? “Mother mah, that's a call that only Fatma can use!"
There was a laugh from across the street. The innocent girl pouted. “If the husband comes, do not forget to be greeted with a warm smile and his hands kissed. If later your mother's daughter-in-law does not know your forehead. Don't forget to ask, if you want to get a reward."
Fatma was silent for a moment. Trying to digest every word spoken by Mother Naumi. “Oh that's it," he murmured while nodding his head.
“Yes later Fatma asked to kiss him on the forehead add cheeks, chin a lot yes, so that the reward can be doubled too!" fun. Mother Naumi who was far across there could only pat the eel while shaking her head.
“Ta–-"
“Counter Mother! Deep-cheeked kiss Mother, emmuach!" pamitnya then a few minutes later turned off the phone connection, regardless of the mother who has not finished talking.
On the other hand, the mother felt like returning Fatma to her womb. “Gini nih, have a good child is excessive. The mother again said even obeyed. Basic spoiled Ciyil rich toddler.”
*****
“Assalamualaikum, my little Khadijah. I'm sorry for a long time, there was an additional class hour on campus," explained Firman who just got out of his car by showing a row of white teeth.
“Waalaikumus greetings Hubby, yes for a long time, Fatma until tired of waiting!" response with a frown. Don't forget the hands that folded and crossed each other on his chest.
The man chuckled then rubbed Fatma's head slowly, slightly hugging her. The smile was so sincere and sweet that the folds under his eyes were visible. Fatma pushed Firman's body, brushed off the warm embrace of her husband. He did not say a word, but only raised one eyebrow.
He thrust his hand right in front of the face of the Word. His confused self did not understand even innocently rubbed Fatma's hand gently. The girl snorted in annoyance. “Not Hubby, but gini ...."
Fatma kissed Firman's hand which made the man look at the steps of his wife. When Fatma finished, he looked up again. “His brow is not frowned upon anyway, Mr Bobby? ‘Kan said it's legal." Either got the courage from where so he dared protest like that to the Word.
The man chuckled, smiling wryly. To make sure the conditions were conducive, Firman looked to the right and left, he was only afraid if anyone saw their actions. After it was felt that it was possible for him to perform the sacred ritual, he then kissed it. The position that was still close to the school, made him feel anxious.
Fatma showed me her cheeks. “What?" The word does not understand.
“Kup again here, Hubby ...." The girl whined while stomping her feet slowly.
“Same on the chin, Hubby! Let the reward be doubled, said Mommy. If the husband does not kiss must be billed!" Fatma explained with her innocent face. The man was glued for a moment. Slowly he began to understand the meaning of the words of his little wife. So this is the instructions from the mother? Ah, every time he saw that innocent face made the Word want to laugh and never get angry.
Yes, now the Word understands where the forerunner of his little wife's mind came from. Mother, you made that great husband not understand. Firman nodded, then kissed Fatma's right cheek quickly. And the chin is not left behind anyway.
Fatma's face turned cheerful, she smiled sumringah. “Smart boy," he said, pecking at the cheek that the man kissed and then sticking it on the cheek of Word. Not to forget, with a trembling fingers Fatma stroked her husband's thin mustache that looked like a catfish mustache.
Word gawking. Smart kid? Without caring for her husband who was still transfixed, sinless Fatma walked into the car. When it was felt that her great husband was still frozen in place, Fatma snorted in annoyance and shouted.
“Pak catfish whiskers!" call him from the car.
“Ekh yes-yes." The Word answered with a sigh.
When Word was about to enter, someone called him back, but not the girl who was currently in the car. But a woman who is walking with a woman who is very familiar Word.
Fatma saw that, she rounded her gaze perfectly. That's his teacher, walking with his cousin. What if the young teacher found out? Fatma was panicking. Escape, silence is the same. What should it be now?
“By me and Mbak Zulaikha nebeng no?" tanyakanya.
The Word looked towards Fatma who was looking at him worriedly. The eye light looks so bright. Knowing that his wife is now in a state of anxiety, with a wave of Firman replied, “Bo–-can, Bu Riris."
Both smiling. “Man, what are you doing here? Didn't you come home from college and never come here? How to tumben." Zulaikha asked. Then his gaze was turned to a figure he was very familiar with, and he had guessed.
“Ekh, Ciyil. Oh my God, I've been seeing you for a long time." Telak. The girl recognized him and greeted him. Fatma closed her eyes while squeezing her skirt tightly. A few minutes later when the strange thump returned to normal, he opened his eyelids with a long sigh. The girl forced herself to come out.
“Sorry, I couldn't come to your wedding,” whispered, then let go of her embrace. In the same second that Fatma was petrified, Zulaikha smiled knotfully by stroking Fatma's arm.
To look like nothing happened, Fatma chuckled. “It's okay, Brother. Om Bagas also said Brother and Zahra are not feeling well.”
After that they went and went home together. Fatma was upset that she had to sit in the back with Ms. Riris, not next to her husband. He knew Zulaikha's intentions were good, so Bu Riris did not suspect anything. However, Fatma was still upset. The heat ran through his heart. Of jealousy? Yes, of course.
Ms. Riris has now arrived at her home, not forgetting the woman to thank and look at the Word with adoring highlight, while the man returned the potluck. Word knew that one woman had more feelings than just a friend to her.
When Zulaikha's turn came to the gate of his house, he offered the couple to stop by. However, Fatma and the Word refused. Making a disappointed look printed clearly on that smooth white face.
“Aiman, Your father, come by sometime! I wait.” yells that only replied nod by the Word.
The man who realized that Fatma was being upset immediately menoel cheek. “Chocolate want?” persuade it with a smile like usual so that the wrinkles under the eyes look obvious.
Fatma shook her head while crossing her arms around her chest. Do not forget the lips that advance forward to two centimeters. “Ya already then. Seblak, how?”
Scalp in response to her husband's question. “Emm .. novel deh?”
“Same roll eggs batagor want?”
“Copy of memories deh.” Fatma was still pampered with her initial answer. Shaking head.
“Mango juice?” tanyakanya.
"Durian to durian?” ask her umpteenth time with a little tilting head. “Oh yes, I forgot my cute little wife does not like durian,” he continued by patting the eel as if the man did not know if his wife hated the king of fruits.
“Kab deh?”
“Mie chicken?”
“Mercon meatballs want, no? Delicious, later drink ice degan.”
"He cannot eat spicy food. Gini when Fatma's turn nurut same Mr. Bobby offered a meatball mercon." His eyes rolled upwards. I don't know. Women's moods are unpredictable.
Before answering, Firman breathed a heavy sigh with coupled scratching the top of the head even though it was not itchy. Ah, looks like the guy gave up. Should he raise a small white flag? “OK. What does my little wife want? Ride a rotary vehicle, dermulem?”
Stay same. All offers were rejected by Fatma. “Apel, mango, wine, je-”
“Sir Bobby, Ciyil again do not want to play guess...,” and happen again. She whines spoiled to her husband. If all is rejected, what does he want? What was the reason he chose to silence the Word?
Firman again scratched his nape that did not itch. The red traffic lights are on. The car stopped driving, at that moment the atmosphere was quiet again. A few minutes later, Fatma turned her back behind her back, from behind the glass she looked outwards. Her net was staring at the silhouette of the upperclassman who had helped her. Joseph was walking across the street with a middle-aged man who might have been his father.
What makes Fatma wrinkle his forehead is the stature of Joseph's father is not foreign to him, similar to Om Wijaya, but it seems impossible, is it possible that his father? Ah impossible, the mother said that her father never married before with her mother, and the first year of the first month of marriage that Mother Naumi was pregnant.
Seeing Fatma shake her head. Seeing his wife's strange behavior, he asked. “Why Fatma?” ask the Word and gently stroke Fatma's hand.
“You kebab?” The look of the innocent girl showed. Word laughed crisply and nodded. Ah, looks like Fatma is not firm on the stand. Anxious Word instantly ruffled Fatma's veil making the girl pursed her pink lips. Then the pajero car drove back.
****
"Are you happy little wife?" With a plain face and mouth filled with kebabs, the girl nodded. It seems he is smiling. However, due to his round cheeks as it was filled with food, his narrowed eyes looked like they were closing their eyes.
The girl swallowed the kebab which she soon finished chewing. A bottle of toilet mineral water half-soaked by Fatma. Afterwards, Fatma let out a distinctive sound like a person who finished drinking.
"Enak, huh? Relieved, huh?" Fatma nodded as fast as lightning. Unintentionally, the girl burped right in front of her husband's face.
"Astagfirullahalazim, women are like that. Slovenly, Fatma." Fatma grinning horse.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Bobby, Fatma's release," he replied with a sad face.
"Fatma, did you know that the Prophet Shallallahu 'alaihi wa sallam encouraged his people to habituate three breaths?" The girl shook her head with her song. He changed his sitting position, crossed his legs and got a little closer.
"One day, Caliph Marwan bin Hakam met with Abu Said al-Khudry. He asks. 'Did you hear the Prophet Shallallahu' alaihi wa sallam forbid blowing drinking water?' Said al-Khudry replied, 'Benar.' The Prophet never breathed while drinking. The Prophet also never blew the hot water he would drink to be cold. Wh why? Because this is done to avoid the fall of dirt that comes from the stomach, then out through the mouth or nose."
That face bolt represented various question marks in his mind. Fatma scratched her temple by raising one eyebrow. "That's what, Mr Bobby?"
Thought to understand, it turned out in silence to accommodate a million confusion. Seeing the tired face of her husband explaining to her, Fatma whined with the shaking of the hand of the Word. "Fatma doesn't understand, Hubby. In any case, it is very long already like a railroad track."
Firman smiled at the whining of the innocent girl in front of him who was now his wife. Either what strong prayer Fatma ever said that it was able to melt the heart of the Word.
"It's like this is my little wife." Confused where to start. As a result, the man could only scratch the nape that was not itchy and slightly screamed in frustration. Is it true that the girl sitting glued in front of him is Fatmawati?
"Mr ...."
"The Prophet Shallallahu 'alaihi wa sallam did not drink while standing, but while sitting. In addition, the Prophet also forbids drinking beverages that are still hot blown or breathing in a glass. The Prophet Shallallahu alaihi Wasallam breathed three times while drinking. And he said. Actually in this way thirst is more lost, more loose and more delicious. Hadith narrates Al Bukhari 5631, Muslim 2028, and this is the Muslim lafadz."
"Said Mr. Bobby said the Prophet forbade breathing in a glass. After that, Mr. Bobby also said that the Prophet Muhammad breathed three times while drinking. Meaning how the hell? Fatma doesn't understand." The white face showed a depressed look. Not because of wordy words. However, he was less concerned.
"It means breathing three times like this. When drinking Shallallahu 'alaihi Wasallam breathed two to three times. Drink it once a sip, but do it three times." Fatma nodded. Seeing his little wife's response, Firman was relieved. He did not know for sure whether his little wife really understood or just pretended.
"I'm sorry Ciyil Mr. Bobby" The man stroked the top of his wife's head and momentarily nodded.
"Will my great husband be angry?" ask in the tone exactly as it has been spoken by the Word. The man laughed crisply. Ah, how could that girl have the talent of mimicking the voices of others? Being near Fatma always makes the Word happy.
Seriate....
Pasuruan, March 17, 2023