Fatma's First Love
Fatma Shield

..."Our hearts cling to each other. So if you feel pain then I will feel it too."...

..._Fatma's First Love...

Like the morning before, Firman always drove Fatma to school with his favorite pajero. He will go to a cafe owned by his late parents. After the innocent girl shone on the back of her great husband's palm, Firman replied by gently rubbing the top of Fatma's head. “Envigorous studying yes, dear. If anyone hurts you tell me. Because you are now my responsibility.” The Word smiled softly.

“Siapp Pak Husband!” Fatma displaying a respectful style made her husband chuckle.

“If there is a bad one call me immediately!” Fatma nodded quickly.

“If anyone says!” The girl nodded back, now adding with a sweet smile.

“Cau–-”

Ah, Fatma could be late if the man kept talking. “Iya-iya Mr. Teacher Darling. So, the point is Mr Firman want to be told?” fatma Goda.

Firman scratched his nape that did not itch while smiling. “My little wife since when to call by name Firman?” Fatma shifted her attention.

The girl was getting closer, her lips almost touching the earlobe of Word. “Since in the womb ... Babe.” Freeze. That voice made the Word shudder. He closed his eyes perfectly. The longer, the more terrifying Fatma becomes. However, the man loved her very much.

Fatma smiled obliquely and turned her gaze away. “Already yes, I say goodbye,” Word Shame.

Fatma held her husband's arm. “Not salim, same hasn't kissed his forehead, cheeks, same chin, sir..,” whine doesn't forget to advance his flagship lips.

They also perform the ritual. Firman deliberately kissed Fatma's cheek right left. The girl looks like she's meeting. “Pak Husband mah, won a lot attu!”

****

The girl with teetering steps was seen being pulled forcibly by two men towards the warehouse. Fatma's heart pounded twice as fast as usual, her body trembled violently, her breathing felt lost. Now what will the other students feel, will Fatma also feel?

Oh, God protect Annisa. Husband, Ciyil is scared.

“Sister Denis, Brother Arka, where am I going?” his question is full of fear.

“Whispering!” reply Arka snapped with a gaze ready to kill.

When the innocent girl tried to rebel, releasing a tight grip on Denis's hand, the man squeezed both of Fatma's cheeks hard to make her unable to do anything. He's just fucked. When the fingers were dropped by Brother Denis, from the opposite direction a teenager who had been silent had suddenly kissed Fatma's cheek without permission. The girl froze, her heart seemed to have stopped beating, her blood flow stopped flowing. Like being struck by lightning in broad daylight. The electric shock happened a few seconds, so fast and short.

Netra Fatma was filled with clear liquid thus making her vision blurry. With just one blink of an eye, the clear fell back. “Sister Denis. What did you just do?”

Brother Denis just grinned regardless of Fatma's cry. When he was about to step away, Fatma bravely confronted him. The girl squeezed the collar of Denis's uniform. The eyes full of anger were visible. How not to get angry when someone who is nobody to you intentionally pecks your cheeks.

“Sister Denis--”

Without saying a word, Denis pushed Fatma's tiny body until she hit the wall. The thick red liquid looks little by little flowing. Well that's from his nose.

***

The Word looked at the empty glass in front of him. His heart was shrouded in agitation, a sense of worry turbulent. The man had no idea who he was worried about. However, his premonition was fixed on Fatma.

His phone shook, making his mind even more branched and unkempt. With trembling hands and gasping breaths, Firman grabbed his cell phone. It turns out that the one who called him was Sabil's father.

“Halo, assalamualaikum Nak Firman,” greetings Father Sabil friendly.

“Waalaikumus greetings, Father,” his answer is not calm.

“Nak Firman, I want to go out of town for a few days, please take care of Fatma yes, dad is having business.” Ah, it turns out the assumption was wrong. Just a short message he wanted to say. Aih, why is his mind now not careless? However, please evaporate as time goes by. My anxiety is growing.

Word nodded, then chuckled awkwardly. “Every Dad, that's for sure! Now Fatma is the responsibility for Firman.”

“Good. Now I'm relieved. I'm sure I've entrusted my daughter to the right person.” The Word smiled at the words of his father-in-law. No. gabe. Actually, he was very worried about the news of Fatma. Remembering that girl never gave word to the Word.

“Then I turn it off, Son Firman. Assalamualaikum.” After the Word answered the greeting, the call was interrupted.

Word rushed to get his car keys. Then call someone close to him. At the second ringing, the other person had picked it up.

“Ha-–halo Bu Aris, may I ask for help? Please find Fatma yes, Mom, I'll be there soon,” pinta Firman once the phone is connected. So panicked, the man forgot to say hello. He was worried that the incidence of bullying to Fatma was becoming more and more so.

“Loh, why? Do you have a special relationship?” The suspicious maam asked.

The man on the other side let out a patient breath. “His father just called and left Fatma to me,” honestly Word.

“But no relationship, ‘kan, Sir? There is no way dong teacher and student..” He asked again in a satirical tone. The end of the sentence hangs a little.

Word fell silent. Is it inappropriate for students and teachers to have a relationship? Especially the age of Fatma which is classified as young. Firman could become a teacher because at that time there was a shortage of teachers, and the man applied for a job thanks to the help of Om Wijaya so that he could enter.

“Bu, I'm going there now. Assalamualaikum!” The Word says half annoyed. Who is Bu Ani who has the right to manage her life? He knew that the woman loved him. But should he interfere in his life?

Ms. Ani grumbled after the call was switched off. “Awas only if until I find the info if you guys have a relationship. I love you, Word. Loves you so much. Even though I am older than you. I will prove ... I can get you.” Bu Aris' gaze sharpened, violently he stepped back. This young teacher patrolled to see who was the child who did not enter the classroom and was late. Obviously, this is the job of a BK teacher.

Bu Aris stopped stepping when he saw two women walking towards him, and greeted him kindly. They also chat there.

****

Fatma was lying limp. His vision was a little blurred. His head suddenly dizzy. The girl was in pain. Because of the pain, both ears of Fatma to ringing. Not finished up there, in a weak state the two young men pulled back his forced body. With the rest of his strength, Fatma tried to rebel. He didn't want anything bad to happen to him.

Mr. Bobby .. please.

“Please Brother, let me go! Fatma don't know what my fault is!” he said very softly.

“Please!” The corridor they were walking in was now a place where empty rooms like warehouses were located.

“Kak..., please release Fat-Fatma...,” his whine interrupted sobs. The nosebleed in Fatma's nose never stopped. Dizziness makes Fatma unable to open the eyelids perfectly.

In the next second, Fatma looked up, looking at the different man who had been in front of her. Although not so clear, the stature of the body is not foreign to him. The man crouched. “Gua likes you from long ago, Fatma,” whispers it right in Fatma's ear.

Joseph's breath made Fatma's body feel flayed. The man who helped him yesterday, is he going to hurt him now? The girl had never seen Joseph do such a heinous thing as Denis and Arka did to women. Joseph had a more reserved nature. But now, beyond his expectations.

With a trembling body, arms as a pedestal of his body to sit, Fatma got up with a slightly shaken body. The poor girl moved backwards. “Se–now Kaka ma–mau what?” ask her with a great body vibration.

“Gua wants you to belong to the cave completely!”

Denis and Arka who were behind Yusuf smiled cynically. “After you, cave yes, crazy Bro!” Arka reminded.

“Sain also make cave, Bro!” Denis chimed in by staring hungry at Fatma. “Salwa mulu cave boss who tasted,” he continued with devilishness.

Joseph did not respond to their words. He drew his body closer to Fatma's. The girl inched backwards, until her body stuck at the corner of the wall.

“Kak Yu-suf ma–mau what? No, Sis. Fatma is no longer strong.” Joseph did not answer.

“Retreat! Don't come any closer! Do not touch Fatma, I only belong to Mr. Bo-” his words were trimmed by a door break.

Brak!

The figure that Fatma had been waiting for now appeared. Joseph had long been waiting for this moment. However, everything failed. The young man growled furiously and turned roughly his body.

There a well-built figure in a navy blue shirt stared intently at all of them. The palm of Firman's hand clenched tightly. He had a glance towards his little wife whose face was partially covered by a red liquid. The anger is growing. The man walked forward, pulling roughly Denis and Rayyan. “Basic of uneducated children!” he shouted furiously, then pushed rough the bodies of the two men, until his body climbed on the floor very hard.

Now the Word approached Joseph who was sculpting, the sharp knife-like gaze making Joseph unprepared for the sudden attack the Word landed right on his jaw. The young man fell down with the tip of a bloody lip.

“What are you three doing, huh?! What have you done to Fatma until she gets hurt like that?” Word pulled Joseph up and pushed rough again on the body of Denis and Arka who had not yet awakened and was wiping his ass.

“You're here to learn not to act like assholes! Your father's free businessman, if the child is not properly educated! What do you want to be?! Basic school trash!” The man had turned into the most sinister being at the moment. He is very angry with his students especially this concerns Fatma.

The face was flushed red, the teeth were constantly rumbling, and the brown eyes with unusual gazes, as well as the beautifully sculpted sharp nose were flourishing. The Word was very angry, this was more than the act of bullying he saw yesterday.

The view now turned to Bu Aris, Zulaikha, and Zahra who looked in surprise at him. “Bu Aris, please take these narrow-minded and lustful children away!” decisively.

Ms. Aris could not refute the decree, she gasped. Then he stared intently at the three people in front of him. “Stand up! Follow me to BK room immediately!”

The woman left and they followed from behind, limping and limping. “I don't like you guys acting like hotshot!” he remembered, before the three students were away.

Firman glanced back where his little wife was, the girl hugged his body and hid the face between his knees. The Word slowly approached Fatma, embracing her with lightning speed.

“Sister Yusuf please go..” he said as he sobbed.

“I'm sorry Fatma. I am late, I'm sorry!" Fascinated. The clear liquid is powerless to queue. The man tried to calm the soul of Fatma who was being shaken.

Fatma broke the embrace and tried to stare at her husband's bead. “Pak Bobby,” murmured.

Word nodded. “Iya, Honey.., this is me. Don't be afraid anymore!”

Looking at the blood dripping from Fatma's nose, the man fingered her pants pocket and took a white handkerchief. He rubbed it slowly. Divine, what really happened? Why did it get like this?

"We're going to the hospital, huh? I'm scared-"

"Sir Bobby ...." Silent.

“Fatma cry in front of Mr Bobby can binge? But Mr. Husband, don't tell me Fatma is weak!” she asked with tears in her eyes.

Word nodded. “Cry, Sweetie and promise after this you will always be happy!”

The two embrace again. Fatma cried in her husband's arms. Not long after that his body was broken. The last time the girl heard was the Word crying by calling her name while shaking Fatma's body.

“Fatma, Darling?” call him. When he broke his embrace, Word realized that his little wife was unconscious. The man immediately carried Fatma's body.

The distance between the cafe and the school that is not too far away makes it come faster to school. The man was visiting the back garden of the school, where Fatma was bullied. However, there is no. Then visit his class and also found the results of Fatma's absence. Then, he thought of the school warehouse that was very rarely visited. Turns out right, Fatma's there.

Zahra who saw the scene that morning rolled her eyes panted. “Kak, I go first, akh! Males look rich. A very good drama deh.” Then he walked away with an envious grunt.

Zulaikha who saw the Word carrying Fatma's body out of the room stepped up and followed her from behind. Nope. More precisely, he just wanted attention. Might as well. “Be careful, Aiman! Am I coming too?” Zulaikha.

Word shakes. “Do not, thanks.” Ali replied briefly.

The man also left Zulaikha. Bu Aris who saw that felt his heart getting sicker. The heat spread in his heart through every inch of veins. Is it true that the Word and Fatma are husband and wife?

“I don't like the Word! Do I have to accept the offer?” ask Ms. Aris to herself.

Hahaha, Fatma-Fatma, you innocent girl, spoiled. It will happen a long time in your life.

The Word was seen as astonished by the teachers who passed by him. “Pak Firman, why him?” ask one of the senior female teachers.

Word who was walking half-run replied, “No why-why, Mom. I permission to take Fatma to the hospital, yes.”

Not long after the Word came back to a male teacher. “Loh, Mr. Firman. Yes fatma? Why?”

“Small accident, Sir.” The Word answered all that. He did not want much to prevent him from running into his wife's small body.

“Defend, Fatma. I beg!” In fact, just fainting is very worrisome Word. He is famous for being patient, it turns out that when it comes to his little wife can be as tough as before. He cannot think clearly, if it covers his.

Whoever he is, who dares to hurt his little wife, the Word will be the first to teach him a lesson. If he did that himself, what would the Word do?

Without realizing it, the wounds suffered by Fatma, became the beginning of disaster in his life.