My Little Wife Fatimah's
2. Little sister girl

in the room, Rahman was busy with office work, he had just graduated from college and replaced his father as a leader in his father's hotel. Dad entrusted the hotel to his only son because he was getting older.

Not only that, although he was old, the father also often visited his fairly large Cattle ranch which is not far from the city.

Rahman focused on the laptop in front of him. Suddenly Fatimah came and put her hand on Rahman's shoulder while saying, "Sir Rahman, again busy with new cooperation yes, brother who wants to take care of the hotel," Fatimah looked at the laptop screen with her position embracing Rahman.

"Fatimah, what the hell," Rahman spontaneously took off Fatimah's hand.

"Why brother?" Fatimah was shocked by her brother's reaction. "So I've said many times, don't touch or get too close to my sister" Rahman warned Fatimah.

"Sister Arif Rahman, why can't I be close to my sister, is because I'm not tall like Sarah's sister," said Fatimah as she looked at her brother.

"Neither Fatimah, right brother has often said, brother is the same as your body scent, later if I faint how," said Rahman nervously.

"What do I smell? I was just taking a shower" Fatimah was upset at Rahman's attitude.

"It's not a smell, but I'm allergic to the same smell of your body, but not the smell of yes," Rahman searched for reasons.

Fatimah was upset and left Rahman's room.

Fatimah sat contemplating in the garden behind the house, remembering her loving childhood from her two brothers.

Nine years ago

Fatimah with her tiny body ridiculed by her school friends.at that time she was sitting on the bench of SD. a friend pushed her down, and her hand was injured.

Fatimah cried at school, all her friends had gone home, she lived alone there.

Fatimah looked at the blood on her elbow while crying. A man much taller than her came to her aid, which turned out to be Rahman Her brother.When Rahman was sitting on the Junior High School bench.

Rahman treated his brother's wounds, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and on his lap blood on his elbow.

"Fatimah.Who dares to hurt you, beware, I will give the same warning to those who have hurt you" said Rahman who pity his sister.

Fatimah did not answer, she could only cry as if she was pouring out all the pain she was going through.

"Look, let your big brother just, we have to go home, then your mother will definitely find you," Rahman bowed as he invited Fatimah to his back.

Fatimah also felt comfortable in the carrying of her brother. "Bless you brother, I feel safe if there is a big brother" said Fatimah right in Rahman's ear. "Together, I will look after you until we get old" Rahman smiled.

***

"Fatimahs...Fatimah.." call Sarah to stop Fatimah's reverie.

"Sister.ngagetin aja deh,"

" What else think? if there's a problem with my story," Sarah stroked Fatimah's head. "I don't think anything, '" Fatimah dodged.

"There's actually something you want to say" Sarah looked seriously at her sister's face.

"What brother?"

"You're an adult, so we as women have to take care of our honor, our dignity, and our shame, for example, at home you have to wear a hijab and also keep a distance so as not to get too close to Rahman, no matter how much he is a boy, yes, but still we have to keep a safe distance" said Sarah, explaining slowly so that Fatimah understood.

"But brother, my friends are close to their older brothers, what's wrong, brother, we are brothers," said Fatimah innocently.

"Yes brother.iya.iya I will keep my distance," Fatimah was a little upset at the attitude of her two brothers.

" Why well now Rahman's brother starts away from me, whether or not he already has a girlfriend yes, yes if later he married I must be getting neglected," Inner Fatimah.

***

The sun on Monday was so bright. Fatimah was well dressed getting ready to go to school.

As usual he was among his brother Rahman, but the difference this time he was delivered by car.

"Work up" Rahman opened the car door for his sister. "Cie.the new car, brother," Fatimah noticed the car.

"Yes, I deliberately bought it, so that if you send you school does not overheat anymore" Rahman said staring at his sister.

Fatimah smiled.

"Sir .my friend whose name is Lilis has a crush on her brother, she said the brother was handsome and kept his nose pointed," Fatimah intended to match her brother with her friend.

"If I'm handsome, how should I dong, be proud of that?" rahman said he stopped Fatimah's conversation.

"It means that he wants to know his brother, sister wants it," persuaded Fatimah.

"Oh yes.This morning I have a meeting so have to hurry," Rahman switched the conversation.

Arriving in front of the school, Fatimah intended to kiss her brother's hand, but Rahman spontaneously said, "No need for Fatimah, you are somewhat allergic to your perfume,"

"HHH.yeah, you weird brother, Salim aja can't," Fatimah was upset and walked towards the class.

"Fatimah, I hope that one day you can kiss my hand every time, every day I can be by your side, but now it's not right, I promise I won't let another man into your life, just me and the father in your life, I'm afraid I can't keep my eyes on you, sorry Fatimah, since you've grown up, I look at you no longer as a sister, but as a girl, which is why I'm so afraid that if you approach me, I'll one day make this point," inward Rahman who still looked at Fatimah until Fatimah walked far.

***

In class, Fatimah greatly admired a new male student who was a transfer from the boarding house.

his name was Fatih.

"Hayo ..you see who.." Lilis Fatimah's best friend appears. "No way, no way" elak Fatimah smiled.

***

Rest Hours

Fatimah and Lilis were eating in the cafeteria, "Assalamualaikum Fatimah, Lilis, you can join us" Fatih said kindly.

"Waalaikumussalam can kok.by," Fatimah's feelings mixed, between shock and awe.

"Oh yes Fatimah, thank you, yesterday I wanted to lend you your notes" Fatih said sincerely.

"Yes are both Fatih," replied Fatimah gently. "O Allah. handsome hoot, astaghfirullah, remember Fatimah you cannot insult the eye," Inner Fatimah who admired Fatih.

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