GUS IDOL

His attitude changed

GUS IDOL

(Part 11)

PoV Gus Abdi

The clouds that became one made it turn gray color, then dripped with sky water that slowly rained down on the earth. The drops of water are missed by the grass in each of these hemispheres.

The arid soil slowly grew the grass that the sheep of the shepherd had been waiting for.

Rivers that began to dry up have now flowed back, giving life hope to its inhabitants. Rain is the Grace of the Almighty for the entire universe.

Even with me, the rain that afternoon had kept me and myself in the shade of the same umbrella.

Walking side by side with him seemed to be a dream that I had long kept in wishful thinking.

But that afternoon, the dream was real.

Although only for a moment, but it was enough to make me unable to sleep all night. If I could walk side by side with him forever, I would hold his hand tightly and never let go of fate.

"Gus, give this umbrella to Ms. Hilya. Poor thing he's stuck in the rain gate there." Mom gave me an umbrella. At first I refused but my mother insisted. On the other hand I also felt sorry to see him standing alone at the gate.

"The umbrella is just this one ma'am?" I took the umbrella from my mother's hand.

"Yes, the other one was borrowed by the cottage kang not yet returned."

I set my breath before stepping out the door to the gate where Hilya was standing alone. If only I could control my heartbeat, then I would tell him to beat slowly so that later he would not hear it.

We walked under the same umbrella. If there were no sound of rain, maybe now he could hear the sound of my heart beating violently.

I only dared to look at his face from the side. Tight eyelashes and a big nose, I really want to justify my look at him.

Uhibbuki kaifama.

**

That night we broke our fast together with the Hilya family. Today her parents are visiting my home.

Even though I can only steal my eyes, I feel very happy. But I can't believe I even said something that made me jerk to the point of choking because I was sipping a glass of water.

They were talking about Hilya who would later help cook the mother every day, but suddenly he chimed in, "yes, sagep wae exercise let mbesok get used to." (Yes, let's just say practice let's get used to it).

I'm surprised not to be a bitch, I almost leaked my secret.

**

I was a little disappointed when Hilya thought that I was a Haikal kang. I decided to reveal myself to him immediately. I'll go to the princess' office and give her the characteristics with the clothes I wear later. But God apparently did not allow him to know everything, his parents came to visit until night and was in ndalem so he did not have time to see who I really am.

***

I don't know why he suddenly didn't reply to my messages even though I sent them so many times. I was so worried because he didn't usually behave like that. I called her many times, but she didn't pick up either.

Have I made a mistake? Or is he tired of me so he avoids me? my mind is completely fucked. Not getting a reply to a message from him made my appetite disappear, even sleep was not sound. I've missed him.

That afternoon I saw him sitting pensively delivered flowers blooming in front of his dorm, I could see him from inside the house. I stared at him from behind the black glass window.

I still bombarded him with short messages, hoping that he would reply soon.

Triings !

Finally he replied to my message, I immediately opened the message from him expectantly.

["the agent can only have a fiance, it is better to focus on the future wife only."]

The deg!

I gasped at the message from her, whose fiance? He must have mistaken me for Haikal. Kang Haikal already has a fiancee who is mbak cottage here as well, mbak Qonita.

I called him directly, but still not picked up either. I tried again and again, and he finally answered my phone.

"Assalamu'alaikum." I said hello. Does he recognize my voice now?.

"Wa-wa'alaikumsalam." His voice sounded like it was stammering at the end of the phone.

Bismillah, I'll see him right now. So that there will be no more misunderstandings between us. I opened the door and stepped out of the house.

"Kulo wants to talk" I said seriously.

But when I got off the porch, he went into the dormitory.

"Hello! Hello!" I didn't hear his voice.

He must have known who I was, but why he avoided it. I wanted to see him.

Well, maybe he already knew that the man who had been approaching him was me. He must have memorized my voice.

I was still standing there waiting for him to come out, I wanted to ask him to speak with four eyes so that everything was clear, so that he would not ignore my messages again.

But he doesn't seem to want to see me. I walked back into the house feeling disappointed.

**

"Mom saw from yesterday that I was so moody, what's wrong?" Ask my mother who is sitting alone on the living room sofa while staring at the phone screen. I kept calling her number, but she still didn't respond.

"Mboten enten buk." (nothing buk.)

Mom sat next to me, and I threw my head in her lap. Mother's delicate hand gently caressed my hair.

"Mikirne mbak kae to?" (Thinking about it?)

I smiled faintly hearing the appellation addressed to Hilya.

"Cock quiet? invited acquaintances let's not keep thinking." Mother lowered her head to peek at my facial expression.

"If you know, I've known him for a long time, ma'am." I whispered in my heart.

I deliberately did not tell my brother and mother about me who had PDKT with him through social networks. All they know is that we don't know each other yet, when in fact I feel very close to him. I hope Hilya feels what I feel for her.

"It seems like Hilya doesn't like me, ma'am" I said softly, there was a sense of disappointment in my chest.

"Rub gantenge koyok ngene mbak Hilya not seneng?" (The handsome gini mbak Hilya does not like).

Mom chuckled while pinching my nose. I grimaced in pain.

"Tak tembungne yo le," (i camouflaged ya son).

I thought about my mother's words.

"When denied what?" My words are full of doubt. I lost confidence after seeing his attitude towards me even though he already knew that I was the man who had been approaching him all this time.

"Lha keep wanting you how gus?"

I got up and sat down and looked at the face of the mother who gave birth to me.

"Kulo asked for permission from ta'aruf kaleh mbak Hilya angsal?" (I ask permission ta'aruf with mbak Hilya may).

Mother terseum. "Kan, I told you to gus. As long as you can keep your distance

and not touching each other before he's lawful to you. Because that shethan is very good at flirting."

I nodded while smiling. I kissed my mother's hand and asked her for her blessing.

**

That afternoon, I met him in the kitchen. We almost collided with each other.

For a moment our eyes clashed with each other, I stared at his round eyes adorned with bleak. Then he immediately lowered his head and retreated.

"Sir." Called him.

Silence has no validity.

I purposely remained standing on the doorstep so that he would not rush out.

"Dec, I-I"

"Nuwun sewu I want to pass. Soon adzan, will miss the congregation."

I shifted my position, letting it go from before me.

"Why deck? Why is your attitude cold like this?" I complained in my heart, staring at his back that was moving away from me.

What should I do now so that I can express my intention to preach it. He always avoided me. Before, her attitude was very sweet. He too, wanted this meeting.

I'm not his criterion. Am I less handsome for him. But I guess I'm not too ugly. Cottage ma'am here just a lot of idolizing me. Not that I'm arrogant, but I heard this from Haikal's kang.

I have to think of a way to talk to him.

To be continued