Getting Married Late
#45
The loudspeakers of Mushola heard the voice of the qori' chanting verses of the Qur'an signifying the Maghreb as soon as it came. Lula has just returned from performing her duties teaching at TPQ, receiving a phone call from her lover, Atif.
Sitting on the living room sofa, Lula answered a call from Atif.
"Wa'alaikumussalam." Lula answered the greeting of the suit hearing the greeting from Atif on the other end of the phone.
"Where else? How to answer." Atif started the question after dozens of calls but none of them were answered.
"Having just returned from TPQ, why? I didn't bring HP earlier," Lula replied rather nervously.
"Nothing," said Atif briefly.
From the speaker phone Lula is like hearing the sound of a dangdut orchestra singer, very noisy.
"Kok rame, flat again where?" ask Lula full of search.
"I'm at home, it just so happens that my niece, her son Madam Rahayu is getting married tomorrow morning."
"Oo..," Lula was just o-o ria.
Lula was speechless, there was a disappointed hue emanating from the look in her eyes.
Then who am I to you? Why wasn't I there when your family was having an important event? When did you introduce me to your family? When did I become part of your family?Am I not someone important to you? lula's various questions are only stored in the heart.
Lula felt like she dreamed of running but her legs would not move due to the quilt jitters, staying in place. While many others had already run ahead of him.
Patience Lula, just a little more. The fruit of patience is very sweet.
"More,"
"Eh,"
It turns out the call is still connected, he forgot.
"Kok quiet?"
"Udah Maghrib, Yes. Sandikolo," said Lula to end the call. His mind is less focused
"Yaudah, assalamu'alaikum,"
"Wa'alaikumussalam warohmatullahi wabarokaatuh,"
Lula answered the greeting then kept his HP in his room, before going to fetch some ablution water and performing the Maghrib prayer.
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A week had passed, this afternoon after college as usual Lula was picked up by Atif, coincidentally the last hour was empty so they could relax. Atif takes Lula through the east lane which is a path that is not traversed by angkot, but is passed by a bus every 30 minutes.
Arriving in front of a meatball stall in the Kebon Rowo Pucang area, Atif parked his motorcycle.
This may be the meatballs that at that time Bu Him wanted to practice Lula and friends but failed because half of the daily Lula put the pea flower on his face, Mbesengut.
Atif and Lula entered the meatball stall and sat on an empty bench.
"Child meatballs 2 servings, 1 cup of iced tea only," Atif said as the waiter approached them.
One glass both? kiss donk.
"Cock only one drink?" lula's protest stared at Atif.
"Why, are you disgusted? Instead of redundancy, it'll be two suction. If less can order again kok." replied Atif.
Yes, yes dech.
"The meat is meatballs or eggs? Yellow or white?" ask the waiter again.
"Clean, Ma'am." replied Lula who did not like the noodles so much.
"empty? tok bowl?" ask Atif tease.
"I mean meatballs, don't use noodles" replied Lula correcting.
"Kirain bangkok, we don't have to stop by, in my house a lot," Seloroh Atif held a smile.
"You think I'm jaran grebek(lumping horse)." Lula put on a sour face.
"That meatballs yes, mbak. I'll mix it up." Atif said to the waiter who was still waiting for the order, then left.
It didn't take long to order two servings of meatballs and a glass of sweet iced tea was approaching Lula and Atif.
After spending and paying for his order, they returned to continue the journey. The day had darkened when they reached the Doro sub-district, before arriving at the market Atif turned his motorbike to the left of the road. Lula shocked.
"Cock it here?" lula Protest.
This is the entrance to Bu Tuzanah's house.
"I'm not ready, Pih." exclaimed Lula.
"Shut your face if you're embarrassed." tell Atif.
Lula closed her eyes, hiding her face on Atif's back. His feelings cpur stir at that time, groggy, nervous, less.
I'd love to put my face in my ass if I could. Why is this so sudden sich? as if to talk cake first, so I can prepare myself, and and beautiful, not impromptu kayak gini, just returned home from college, not yet bathed, makeup has faded. Lula grumbled in her heart.
Until in front of the alley into Bu Tuzanah's house, Atif parked his motorbike in front of the second house.
"Anterin just go home yuk, Pih." asked Lula to try to refuse.
Lula drops with a very slow movement, even slower than snail. It could not be described with words how his face was currently.
"Here the time to go home, they must have seen us. Come inside!" wheedle Atif.
"Beam first" Lula's pinta.
Atiffun immediately took Lula's hand and dragged her slowly in through the side door, reaching the middle room. Not stopping there, Atif still holding Lula's hand towards the living room. It turns out that in the house has been gathered family Atif.
"Consideration, there are those who want to be acquainted" exclaimed Atif who made their views there switch focus on Atif and Lula.
Lula felt her body as if on a chunk of ice.
God, give me strength not to faint.
Inevitably Lula finally released his right hand from Atif's grasp, and forced his hand to grab and kiss the hands of those who were there one by one while saying the word "Alula."
Then sit on one of the ancient resbangs opposite the seat of his father Atif and Mother Stephanie.
"Where's home?" asked the man who was about 50 years old and above, Lula was sure it was Atif's father.
"Welo, sir." replied Lula briefly.
"He's Mr. Muri's late son, sir." Atif.
Mbak Rahayu who is in the middle room rushed to the living room.
"Oh, Mr Muri's son, means his brother Husnan?" tanyakanya.
His older brother Husnan is dead, his name is Laila.
"I'm Mas Husnan's sister, Ma'am," Lula said.
Is my face too old, so many people who know my brother say that I am his brother, huh. grumbled Lula in the heart.
"Pak Muri was my teacher back in MTs, Husnan was my younger brother" Rahayu said.
"Didnengan know Lek Badriyah too?" ask Lula.
"Yes, he's my classmate." replied Rahayu.
Finally somehow since when, gone already tension, groggy, inferior and others from Lula's body, because of the warmth of their welcome.
It turns out that they are gathered at this time because they want to do stimulation or Talenan to the house of his future wife, his brother Atif, Amin Fadholi, who is in the village of Dororejo.
And the house they occupy today is not the house of Atif but the house of his uncle Atif named Abu Emasil.
After the Maghrib prayer the entourage of stimulating escorts left the village. Stay at home leknya pack Atif only Lula and Atif. They also left the house, because Atif drove Lula home.
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One week later, it was the same day. Lula just arrived at the college. When I entered the class, Yanti was there.
"Bu Lul, where's Bu Sri? he said he wanted to nglotek, he did not bring mangoes." exclaimed Yanti asking Bu Sri.
"So Madam Sri didn't come in, why didn't you tell me? if you say I make the sauce." regretted the useless Lula. "Where's the mango?" tanyakanya.
Yanti put on the mango table that was collected under the bench, still wrapped in a black crackle bag. Lula took the bag and opened it.
"Wuih, Fennel or clove (Indramayu). It was gemadung (almost mature) again," exclaimed Lula excitedly. "Make me one!" her door.
"Take it all, I've already brought it, than I take it home again, mplesirke pelem tok(Ngajak mango picnic doang)." joroh Yanti.
"It's the planam itself, Yan? One dech, the other one wants to." Lula only took one and put it in a bag of crackles that are always carried in the bag of his bag just in case and then carried in his bag.
"Yes, I'm meticulous in the yard." replied Yanti.
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After college, after,
As usual Atif picked up Lula in front of the campus, but this time he took his bike through the west lane. When he reached the market area of Kedungwuni, he parked his motorcycle in front of one of the market front shops.
"Come on!" Atif pulled Lula's hand, impatiently waiting for Lula's worm-like movements. He dragged himself into a gold shop.
Very rude with a boyfriend, no romantic-romantic. Grous Lula.
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Get a girlfriend for a date, please,
Even though I meet him every day.
Thank you for saying,
On his likes and comments.
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