GUS IDOL

Falling in love at first sight

#PoV Gus Abdi

All my life I've never felt what love is. All this time I have always closed myself off from women even though I was almost three heads. But that doesn't mean I don't have an interest in women, it's not like that.

I don't know, maybe because there's nothing right. Mother did not tire of persuading me to get married soon considering my age is quite mature.

"Sakjane my son ki not very cool but kok yo not practice to." That's what he said when he complained because I never brought a daughter-in-law for him. Maybe my mother was lonely because I was the only child in the family.

Since my teens I grew up in a sacred prison environment. Let alone lovers, girlfriends only I don't have. Because the school was in a pesantren.p environment When I was a teenager I was very recalcitrant. Often I miss school or pesantren activities. Because so often I missed school I did not pass the exam so I had to stay in class.

Apparently my habit of skipping is still not healed until I sit on my Madrasah Aliyah. The same mistake was repeated again, I did not pass the XI class ascension exam. Abah and my mother are certainly very angry because of the behavior of this child who is only a puppet that certainly makes them ashamed.

Until one day Abahku fell ill, he willingly asked me to turn into a better and reliable child.

"Nek sit sampean, continue sopo maneh seng nerusne struggle Abah ndek pesantren iki gus." His words made my heart tremble. I could not bear to see my brother who was weak at that time helpless.

As time passes and age increases, my mischievous nature begins to diminish. I am aware of the great responsibility I will have to take on someday.

While studying at the school nyambi boarding school, I did not care about romance. I just don't want my study time to be seized only for the loves that sometimes make someone a slave to love, the term is bucin today. My priority at the time was teaching and teaching.

I didn't realize I was approaching head three.

"With marriage, let someone help my mother ngurus santri putri." Persuade my mother when I go home.

"Kulo tasek want to ngaos teng riyen buk cottage." The reason that I always say if Mother has whined to bring the prospective daughter-in-law.

I am indeed difficult to open my heart to women, despite having been introduced several times both from friends and relatives, but still no one is able to captivate my heart.

Until one day on Eid al-Fitr, I saw a sweet girl in my kitchen. He was squatting and playing with my cat at the time. I who was about to enter from the back door stopped my steps because I saw the beautiful scenery in front of my eyes. The sweet girl in the light purple veil with a fluffy smile on her lips. He was so engrossed in playing with my cat, he seemed to be unaware of my presence there.

I felt my heart stop beating, the wind seemed to stop blowing, time seemed to stop walking. I fell in love at first sight.

Just as he was about to stand up, I immediately retreated and came out of the kitchen again. There was a strange feeling running through my chest, a feeling I had never felt before.

That night I asked my mother about the girl. I mentioned the characteristics so that mother is not confused because this afternoon a lot of guests came.

"Remember the mother who had just gone to the bathroom yes her son mbak Rumana, mother's friend when the cottage used to be." Obviously mother.

"Why?" Imbu again.

"Mboten, namung tangklet mawon."

"Asmane synthetics buk?" I asked a little nervous.

"Hemm.. fancied to sampean gus?" My mother smiled at me.

"Mboten. Namung tangklet mosok mboten angsal." My Kilah.

"Hilya's name, I don't know."

"Hilya." I repeated mother's words.

"If you don't want to see gus. Enggeh to bah, mumpung our son has a crush on niki lo chick," mother glanced towards abah.

"Nopo to buk, dereng know kok sampun ajenge nembung, Ngisin-ngisini kulo mawon." My protest.

"Kersane knows riyen buk, miko lak wes knows new digatukne." Abahku. I feel supported.

"Piye arep know if I met him never, mbak Hilya was still mondok. Sampean is still mumps." Said mother.

"Kulo niku namung tangklet name tok, but his mother has been everywhere." Narrator.

"Ki bus as long as he has a ghost, let there be his friend at home. Every day you're busy, Abdi's busy, mom's lonely."

"Lha even contemplated Jamil mosok tasek lonely." Jamil is the name of our male cat. I laughed with Abah's laughter.

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I typed the name "Hilya" in the blue color app search column. There are several accounts that use the name "Hilya" with various last names.

Until one day when I was surfing in one of the santri community grubs, I saw someone who had a profile photo of the girl. In the photo she wears the same veil when I first saw her. His profile name is "Hilya Assyafa'ah." My eyes sparkled, there seemed to be a hint of hope in front of me at this moment.

I opened the profile of Hilya Assyafa'ah's account, and it seems to be true, it was her. I give thanks non-stop. Like a drought that yearns for rain, I miss the girl who has the sweetest smile.

I greeted her through a messenger message without introducing my true self. I'm afraid that if she knows who I am, she'll be either distraught or away from me.

Let me tell you later when the time is right.

I've never missed a single day without chating with him. Whether it's just a greeting or just a mere joke. I can't miss a day without talking to him even through short messages.

From the call "mbak" I began to dare to call him "Dek". I just want him to know that I'm starting to love him.

Until one day I was very surprised to see himself in my boarding school which is also my home.

At that time I accidentally hit him because I was walking while looking at a cell phone. When I was about to apologize I saw her face, the radiant face that I had longed for.

Spontaneously I turned my face away and hurried away leaving him still on the ground. I'm just worried that he recognized me, even though it was impossible because on my social network account I never posted a picture of me.

I don't know, maybe out of surprise mixed with grogginess I just left it.

"Oh, what kind of genengan's friend's son is here now?" I asked my mother who was cooking in the kitchen. I helped him grate coconuts.

I used to help my mom in the kitchen when I got home from school. At the boarding school I was used to cooking with my friends.

"Where's gus?" My mother asked back.

"Niku you know, sing asmane mbak Hilya." Tuturku.

"Ooh. Ibuk sing mbujuk ibuke mbak Hilya bene ngongkon anake posoan ndek kene."

I gasped at Mom's answer.

"Tengnopo kok ibuk sing ngengken?" Ask wonder.

Mom just mesam mesem makes me even more confused.

"Your mother?" I stopped my hand that was swinging the coconut into the grater.

"Wes to, just shut up and take it right. Let me set it up." My mother still had an indistinct smile. Makes me worry more.

"Nopo genengan has told his parents mbak niku?" I'm more worried that my mom's saying something that's not to the girl's parents.

Again, mother only responded to my question with a smile while continuing to buy spices.

"Yet." This time I whined like a child.

"Kui ndang grated kelopone selak cooked iki you know."

I continued my activity of grating coconuts that stayed a little longer. I'm still not satisfied interrogating my mother.

"Don't worry, his son doesn't know yet. I told you not to be told."

Mom took the coconut I had grated and took it to the sink to squeeze.

"Hilya's mother also said that she did not want to force her son to be betrothed." My mom explained while continuing to squeeze the coconuts. I became a little relieved. I don't want her to marry me because of the need.

"I'm busy deliberately asking his mother mbak Hilya so that he was sent here during this ramadlan month, so that you can meet each other and know each other yourself gus." Imbu again. Hearing mother's explanation, I became smiling to myself. I'm happy because my mother has supported me for this.

"Matursuwun buk," I said in my heart.

Often mother seems to accidentally meet me with Hilya. When Hilya was going to the kitchen to get food, my mother deliberately told me to go to the kitchen also for various reasons.

I often avoid face to face with him, it does not feel strong to hold the groggy feelings mixed. This is what it feels like to fall in love, only this time I feel it. It is so beautiful to feel.

To be continued 💚