Cajaroh

The challenge of meeting kang Salim

Time shows at 16:00 my wife hasn't been home shopping. Children who want to learn njai already come. " Tumben bought it a long time ago..." My whisper in my heart.

I don't know why I'm worried, or maybe because of this....? During the 6 months of marriage, indeed a friendly and heartwarming moment with my wife just happened.

Could it be that today is really the most beautiful momentum. It was like declaring love to a girl. And the girl accepted my love.

Aahhh what the hell...?!?

Hasn't been husband and wife, what's been together.

And it really applies as a legal husband and wife. Although my wife hasn't shown any signs of pregnancy.

But why, since the incident, is there a very different feeling.

Kangen....?

Cook not yet 2 hours..?

How long did my wife leave the house....?!?

And why also this kind of feeling actually arises when there is such a big event...?

Why not before ?

Why only now, when I have to leave while leaving ?

When I have to face danger...?

I remember, after being married to her.

After the wedding, I was told to go home with my wife. In a position I have no effort. And finally my father-in-law took me and my wife back home in central Java. In the majenang area. Very good in-laws, know I haven't had a business, haven't worked.

On my first day at home in-laws, I held a prayer meeting for my wedding.

Full charge from my in-laws, because I'm an orphan.

After the event, I was spoken to by my two in-laws.

" What do you want to do ? Or what job would you like to find ? " Ask the father-in-law.

I'm the only high school graduate who wants a job ? Where do you want capital from ?

" I'm sorry sir & mother-in-law, I'm just a high school student. Looking for a job at a company seems difficult. If you want to try, honestly there is no picture. If allowed, I want to go home first. Near my house there is a market, maybe you want to try selling first." I answered honestly.

" How do my children go, do you want to stay here or do you want to take them to Jogja...? " ask my in-laws, please,

I was a little confused, he replied.

" Eehh later I talk to you both first sir "my answer is just to find time to think about it.

" Yaudah, it's up to the two of you, the important thing is the deal. There are consequences." replied my father-in-law.

" When mom, ping Fatimah and you stay here. Fatimah My only child "my mother-in-law chimed in.

" Yes can not be so buk, girls already have a husband must obey the husband. Because it has become the responsibility of the husband. "the refutation of the father-in-law.

" Loh was just a proposal mr. e. "is the mother-in-law.

I'm just diem, I don't know what to do.

" Yo wis. You guys take a break. All these problems you discuss. besuk morning there must be an answer" said the father-in-law.

I'm getting confused, though,

Want to start talking from where, never talked before...!

" fat.... Your husband entered the room, kaliyan spoke well "mother Fatimah continued her words.

I'm getting more clumsy

Kulirik Fatimah also looked confused.

Until quite a long time we both just dumbfounded, staring at each other without a sound.

Arrived Father-in-law said

" Cepet Fat. if you just keep quiet when I have a grandson." said Fatimah's father, making us both blush more and more embarrassed.

" Yes, sir, by the way, Rama ki is rich, " replied Fatimah.

(Rama is a call to the father of the region there )

" Yes emang destination sira dirabekna ya rich kui kok Fat.." timpal mother Fatimah.

" Yes yes but yes in the rich kui nonsense, nyong is not it meant, yung.... ?!? " said Fatimah.

I dare not lift my face in shame, as well as hold back the laughter of dialect conversations with their tongues.

" Ayuk mas, we talk in the room" said Fatimah while walking to the room.

" ,Yes kue bakery kak. bojone ya be coupled mbok ora reti room e "cried the father-in-law.

This is my father-in-law making me more tense. Than the more tense I also walked following Fatimah.

Till room.

Fatimah and I just sat on the side of the bed, without talking.

Finally Fatimah who first spoke with his original tongue.

" Lah jare arep pebukan, why meneng bae mas.... ? " Fatimah opened the conversation.

I wavered for him.

" Yes I'm confused how to do, you yourself how im ? Regarding this marriage "I asked this.

" Oh if I am a wife, you just say husband." replied Fatimah.

" Not that, my max..you're steady as my wife ? " continued.

" Yes steady not steady already married, how else "answer my wife.

" La mang e Mas Yasin has become my husband ? " ask Fatimah.

I was silent and could not answer.

Fatimah then connected.

" Oh yes, we live as it is. At least we know each other. One school one teacher. Each one already knows the rights and obligations of Husband and Wife.yaudah just live it." said Fatimah.

" yes... I also want to learn to love you.I hope you are im.." I said.

I began to dare to look at him.

Fatimah fell down, not daring to stare.

I approached her, I tried to hold her hand. But my hands trembled, and the hand of Fatimah trembled.

Honestly, even though I had no love at that time. But my instincts as a man, in the room alone with the girl. Moreover, it is halal, my desire as a normal man of course arises.

But seeing the Fatimah Response her hands were so shaking I changed my mind.

"Sorry Im.. I'm not insolent..." I said nervously as I let go of her hands that suddenly got cold.

" Yes" said Fatimah softly, barely audible.

" I'm sorry, but I'm officially your wife. I'm halal for you " continued Fatimah.

" I don't want you to be scared or half forced. There is still a lot of time, I also do not want to do because it is just my lust." I replied.

I was silent for a moment, but my sitting position was a distance. Now I close it until it sticks to each other's thighs.I whisper it into his ear.

" I am. You are halal to me, but tonight we are talking. May I hug you and it is not a sin." I said.

" I. iiiya mas may, Maybe then will grow love between us." said Fatimah.

Even Fatimah opened her veil, I was shocked.

" Why mas... don't my hair. now my body is halal for you right ? "

It seems Fatimah has mastered this situation.

" Yes yes, I'm still not sure "I said.

Fatimah just smiled.

" O yes im, what about the request of father and mother ? "

" It's up to Yasin, I want to try to be a good wife, who is obedient "my wife replied.

" When you come with me to jogja, would you not ? we start from Zero, selling in the market..? " tanyaku.

" Wow come along, incidentally Imah can also sell. Kan Biyung uh My mother used to sell clothes in the market. Then I also have a little capital for Business." replied Fatimah..

" Yaudah, besuk I sell my motorbike for additional capital, rent a kiosk, then we joint business we manage both yes "I said passion.

" Oh, both of course. I don't want a third one" replied Fatimah.

He replied with a smile, it seems that he really can accept the reality of being my wife. Or is he silent from the first time sukasama me yes...?

My GR mind only once.

hehe.

" Dh hasn't been jealous... Or am I in love with you already ? " godaku's.

" Diiih GR.... Love is not love is the same, do not want in duain ! " serr Fatimah.

Answer me while nyubit gemes to me. Spontaneously I screamed loudly because of the pain.

" Aduhhhh Sick tau. "my scream.

I screamed hard enough that Fatimah clenched my mouth, automatically her body and face getting stuck to me.

Until he was about to rebel, and almost screamed. Replace me who clutches his mouth.

If anyone had been nguping would have thought ngeress that night. Bodo is very.

As I clenched her mouth, Fatimah almost fell backwards. Then I held it with my other hand.

So that one hand was on the nape of Fatimah, the other on Fatimah's face.

My hand that held her mouth raised slowly. Fatimah is half lying down, with her other hand leaning. Her long hair was down. And his face was staring right at my face. I don't know who started, our lips finally met.

" Mass ah.. Don't be yet, I'm not ready... !!" " the Fatimah Pinta.

" Oh yes I'm sorry. I'm khilaf.." I replied.

Both me and Fatimah just kept quiet.

" Jaudah we just rest first, besuk us facing Father mother "I said to Fatimah.we agreed to live in Jogja.

" I sleep on the side, you near the wall.Fear you fall "I'm starting to dare mnggodanya.

Ah basic man, maybe this is why. Men and women who are not mahrom are forbidden. Because the temptation of Satan is so strong. Even though we are officially husband and wife. But we agreed to delay it. Even if I make it up for a good reason. But I didn't do that.

Finally we are the same as lying down, even though it is difficult to sleep. It was the first experience of sleeping one bed with the opposite sex for Fatimah.

We're lyrically interlocking, I don't know what exactly he wants either. But we both ended up asleep, with nothing that could have happened.

We do when we have almost half a month married, do not know because each has grown a sense of love or each of them is not able to hold the lust.

Because Everyday meet, eat together go anywhere the two even sleep together. But that's definitely not Zina.

It's official....!

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back to the topic....

At this time I am getting more depressed, really just feel the warmth of the wife, the attention of the wife and more importantly the meaning of a wife. Wife in java \= Garwo \= Sigarane nyowo

Which means \= Soul Mates

Now I feel, maybe yesterday was just a life partner. I can't really feel like this right now.

Why not from yesterday, why just now...? At the time I had to face the attack of the ghoib attack from the astral beings.

I'm sorry My wife, who is insensitive to you.

Is this a test for me, when my relationship with my wife is friendly. Must be separated for the sake of the trust of the teacher.

No, I screamed in my heart....!

I will prove, that what I will do in the conduct of the trust of the teacher. It was my expression of love for my wife, I had to protect her. Send him to his parents' house.

For her safety, for my love for her.

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" Mass......" My wife arrived before me.

" Dreamy what the hell.... ?" ask Fatimah.

" Not waiting for you for long" I replied

" Tumben is very waiting, eeemmm kangen yes...?" itiku goda.

Tempt my wife, but I suspect she looks very cheerful.

" Ah not also, you are already waiting for a child who wants to pay... " Kilahku is afraid of being caught kangen. My answer lies for prestige, even though I miss it.

" Want to know not for long ?" ask Fatimah.

" Where is emang... ? " tanyaku sok cool, even though kepo really.

" This is a special gift for my beloved husband." said Fatimah.

I held back as hard as I might not smile.

" Haalllaah's.... At least the child snack you bought" I said not to make as soon as possible.

" Look first niihhh.." and Fatimah said, handing out an envelope.

" What is nich..... ?" my many.

" Just open it yourself....!" the answer.

Slowly I open, somehow I dag dig dug.

Immediately want to know the contents of the Envelope, until you don't see the headscarf in the cover. I read it over and over again as if I didn't believe it.

" You're Pregnant......???? " i was surprised but happy.

I half yelled, I hugged my wife. I bopong I ciumi.

" Iiich was ashamed to be seen by a child who wanted to pay his salary." he protested.

"Bodo is very important I am very happy now." I said.

" Yes Imah is also very happy, but already yes, you want to teach children...." Fatimah Pinta.

"Yeah deehhhh." I replied somewhat disappointed.

My wife just smiled, then whispered.

" Don't be angry, continue tonight say.." God.

My wife said, then kissed me on the cheek.

Ahhh.

Today so much of your Grace.

Alhamdulillahot.

I was very grateful, but again remembered the problem in this area. I became sad again.

Must immediately ask for help kang Salim. And while my wife should I take her to Majenang. Can't not not have to.

After my wife finished ngajar njai, soon I saw adzan maghrib heard.

The night began to come, the time of Maghrib the Javanese say surup. It is the time of the change of human and jinn activities.

It is said that in the realm of the jinn, there is no night and day, neither dark nor light. But like Maghrib, the light is not but the dark is not.

That's why when Maghrib, young children do not play outside the house.

And for me, this maghrib time can often get a hunch if there will be something bad.

What else remember the incident was buried this morning. "there are still many who will follow"

Alias will have someone die again.

Is it so great... ?

" Mass Coffee "Fatimah bring me coffee.

" o yes, thank you, "I replied.

" Mah... don't push, make me anther to move. Here again is not safe for you and the fetus you bear. If you love me, love our child in your womb. Say yes. "continue my words.

My wife just kept quiet, then sat next to me.

" How will I be alone ? " ask Fatimah.

" I want to find Salim's kang, let me help you. He's the master at this." I replied.

" But still have to be careful, remember this." said Fatimah while I pulled my hand straight into her stuffed stomach.

" Is sure... And this inget too. "

I said while kissing my wife's cheek.

" Iiih pamali almost maghrib. "Fatimah protest.

" Why mang, just kiss my wife's cheek." I defended myself.

" Mang mas is not horrified by the end of this ? " said my wife.

" Lah not... We are santri why are afraid of creatures." I replied boong.

" Fear only of God..

I said PD pretentious, even though there was a sense of was. Also sad will not be accompanied by his wife, where again feel great affection for my wife and me.

Maybe it's a challenge to find a Salim kang.

The challenge of intent.

And do not rule out the possibility of another challenge. The real challenges of the external might of the human might also be of the astral beings.

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scurvy

facing the forest guards towards the kang salim hut

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...connect...