Getting Married Late
#47
This morning the sun was shining brightly, the wind was blowing on the leaves, and the birds were flying freely in the background with a stretch of blue sky and white clouds. The gurgling sound of river water is so soothing to the mind.
The sun crawling up is at 45° eastward, the time for the first break is just beginning.
"Well, there's been a lot of snacks. Who brought it?" asked Mr. Yahya astonished to see a lot of food, because it is often crisp.
"If it is not wrong, Miss Lula was the one who naruh." said Mr. Hardi.
"Oh, yeah. Looks like last night he got a boost. You see, at home last night there was also something for the snack." Said Mr. Yahya.
Suddenly Pak Hardi's HP rang, there was an incoming call from Mr. Furqon office employee of the Ministry of Religious Affairs. Mr. Hardi pressed the green button and brought his HP closer to the ear.
"Hello, Assalamu'alaikum, Mr. Furqon." said Mr. Hardi.
"Wa'alaikumussalam, Mr. Hardi. Working at MIS Wringinagung huh, sir?" answer and ask Mr. Furqon on the other end of the phone.
"Yes, Sir. I was in MIN before, do I want to be mutated again?" terka Mr. Hardi joked.
"Hehehe, glad to have been mutated. Please convey to Bu Lula and Pak Yahya that tomorrow after the handover of SK CPNS in the Kemenag canwil of Central Java province in Semarang, and tomorrow afternoon at 14:00 WIB there is a departure briefing at Kemenag Hall." said Mr. Furqon.
"Alhamdulillah, finally down too. Thanks, Sir. Infony. Later in Allah I will tell you. One of the men has heard this." replied Mr. Hardi.
"Alhamdulillah," said thankfully Mr. Yahya.
"Yes together, Mr. Hardi. I'm sorry to send the info to Njenengan because I don't have their phone numbers yet. Later the info is more clear I send via SMS yes sir." said Mr Furqon.
"It's okay, sir. Instead, I am happy to be the one who first knows this info than the two of them." asloh Mr. Hardi.
"Yes already, sir. I want to give info to others. Thanks again, sir." said Mr. Furqon.
"Yes sir, monggo." said Mr. Hardi.
"Assalamu'alaikum,"
"Wa'alaikumussalam,"
Tut tut tut's..
Lula walked into the room, sat down and sipped her tea.
"Mom Lul, dream of durian?" ask Mr. Hardi open the conversation. "kok can be together yes dating, windfall___"
"Stop!" Lula cut off Mr. Hardi's words for fear of hearing the third word after soul mate and fortune. As he used to hear 'The soul mate of the dead is God's business.'
"Why distop?" ask Mr. Hardi confused. "Do you want good info?" tanyakanya.
"What info?" lula asked a little chatty with people who usually just joke around.
"I should have been called by Mr. Furqon, an employee of the Ministry of Agriculture, Njenengan, the same Mr. Yahya SK CPNS, had gone down. Tomorrow the day after the 21st of November his acceptance in the canwil and tomorrow at two noon there is a briefing of departure in the office hall Kemenag." Papar Pak Hardi's.
"Is this really so, Mr Yahya? Alhamdulilbornobbil 'alamiin," asked Lula still can not believe.
"Right, Miss Lula." replied Mr. Yahya.
"Don't forget the thanks, Mom." Mr. Hardi reminded me again.
"Don't worry, sir. I'll get a salary later, hehehe." Lula Sahut.
Thank goodness from where to try, make pay the bus fare to Semarang alone confused about who to borrow. Lula said in her heart.
"But don't meatballs, Durian ya." pinta Pak Hardi.
"Sipp, don't worry." said Lula relaxed, but in his heart he grimaced.
Lula grabbed his HP, there were already some messages there. One of them is from Mas Husnan.
K2
[Lula, SK CPNS you have come down, SK acceptance tomorrow the day after November 21, tomorrow afternoon at 2 o'clock departure briefing in Kemenag office hall.]
Look for Atif's contact.
Pi2h Cynk's
[White, thank God SK CPNS I have come down, Tomorrow after the SK acceptance in Semarang. Tomorrow noon anterin I go to Kajen yes, there is a departure briefing.]
send, send,
There was no SMS reply from Atif, Lula resumed his activities. Until he reached home, Atif had not returned his message. Maybe two don't have a pulse, or maybe he forgot his HP, or maybe he forgot he already had a fiancee.
Bad thoughts must arise if someone does not reply to the message we send. Especially in the old age, we can only know our messages are sent or not sent. Unlike the era of Now, we can know the message we send has been read by the recipient of the message or not.
A happy aura emanated from Lula's face. Lula is grateful, despite being late and her career is finally approaching as well. SK CPNS with High School Diploma, what can you do? Hopefully enough to pay off the savings of students who have always been lost bika until in his hands.
After the prayer Maghrib Lula still at home sitting tight on the prayer mat. Not the dhikr he is doing right now, but he is still cool surfing with his daydream.
"Bak, the HP of the sound!" yelled unsul from within suddenly.
As quickly as the seat Lula took off the face that wrapped his body, and rushed to swing a step towards the room where he put his HP.
Lula grabbed the HP from the table, written Pi2h Cynk calling there. Eyes twinkling. He pressed the green button and lifted it, sticking it in the ear.
"Assalamu'alaikum" said Lula.
"Wa'alaikumussalam, Mimih." replied Atif on the other end of the phone.
"Nope do I get my SMS?" ask Lula protest.
"Sorry, Mi. Last Pipih work forgot to bring HP, just went home magrib mepet." replied Atif.
"What work does Maghrib do?" ask Lula.
"Follow Mr. Lekku paved the road. What time do you go to Kajennya?" atif answered and asked again.
"Hour and a half two noon, if Pipih work do not need to be. Let Mimih ask for Izur's delivery." replied Lula correcting her request in SMS. Lula felt bad on her own.
"Nothing, Pipih will intervene." Atif promised.
"Ok dech, means no more work donk because of mimih." regretted Lula.
"It's okay, work can be tomorrow again." said Atif. "Oh yes until you forget Pipih, congratulations yes. Finally lifted PNS also, thank God." he added congratulate.
"Thank you, Pipih. Thank you for bringing Mimih tomorrow. But not yet PNS, new Candidate. Where is the PNS who wants to lift Mimih?" seloroh Lula's.
"But Mimih would like to be raised as a rude worker?" ask Atif.
"It is you who have been legitimate and legitimate" replied Lula.
"Mimih hasn't eaten, has he?" ask Atif again.
"Yet, it's flattening Mimih's phone is still praying." replied Lula.
"He's eating there, hang up." tell Atif.
"Say you've heard Mimih's voice" lula said.
"Hehe, because Pipih is also hungry has not eaten" said Atif gave an excuse.
"He had eaten there, Assalamu'alaikum." have Lula imitate Atif's words when ending the call.
"Wassalamu'alaikum" replied Atif. Atif closed his call.
Tut tut tut's..
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Atif was sitting in the living room of Lula's residence at half-two in the afternoon, waiting for Lula to dress up.
"Let's go!" take Lula who just came out of her room.
"Well, isn't anyone left behind?" tanya Atif looked at Lula making sure.
"You want to go far away, the important thing is to have a handle." said Lula while walking outside the house.
"If you don't have a handle, my waist is ready" continued Atif when turning on the motor.
"Ih, ngarep." lula's edge pinched the waist atif.
They left the village to go to the Kemenag office in Kajen sub-district through the rat road.
Thirty minutes passed until they were in the place they were headed. Atif waited in the parking lot, while Lula entered the hall following the debriefing.
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The story is not cool, though,
I'm not good at beautifying my story.
Thank you for wanting to read.
