GUS IDOL
My heart is flowering again
GUS IDOL
(Part 13)
After finishing teaching tonight, I standby holding my phone waiting for a call from Gus Abdi. While waiting, I played to the next room and sat among the children who were busy chatting while tuning sholawat music.
I was offered a variety of foods and fried foods that they were enjoying, it seems that someone just got a delivery.
Not long ago I was shaking my phone, a notification of incoming messages from a number that I had not saved his name, but I memorized who the owner of the number was.
[Sir.] A short message from him.
[Falme.] I answer not to lose short anyway.
Then my phone shook again, and so did my heart. A call came in from his number.
I immediately got out of my place and immediately looked for a quiet place.
At the east end of the park in front of the dormitory there was mbak Shima on the phone, in the west corner there mbak izza and mbak milka were chatting.
My eyes were fixed on the Musholla, there was no one. I sped up my steps so I could pick up the phone immediately before the call ended.
I immediately swiped the green dial button and I stuck the phone in my ear while it was still running.
I sat in the north front corner of the musholla terrace, sitting on the stairs.
"Assalamu'alaikum." A baritone's voice came from the other end of the phone.
I catch my breath while checking my heart rate.
"Wa'alaikumsalam". I said I was holding back the groggy.
Silence, no sound. I checked the phone screen to see if the connection was disconnected, but it wasn't.
"Hello?" I said check if he's still there.
"H-hello." The answer. It's still there, I'm relieved.
"Nembe nopo, deck?" (Why deck?)
"Telfonants." Polo answered. There was a little laugh from him. Is there something wrong with me? Isn't it true that I'm on the phone with him?
"Where's position?"
"Teng emperor musholla gus."
"alone?"
"Yes, that. Where is it possible to receive a call from sampajak mbak-mbak here." I said in my heart.
"Snack." Answer's short.
For a moment there was no sound, then..
"Sampean pretty wearing niku hijab, purple hijab."
"Huh?" I darted all over the direction, where maybe she could know the color of my hijab.
"Nyariin kulo?"
"Why is it as simple as?" I'm confused. (How do you know?)
"Kulo teng atine sampaan mosok mboten semerep?" (I'm in your heart when you don't see?)
Oh my God, what other attack is this? My cheeks suddenly got warm.
My eyes were fixed on the ndalem, I saw the front window slightly open, but the lights inside seemed to be out.
"Surely he's there." My inner.
"Watch a mosquito bite." Said again.
"Mboten. There's an anti-mosquito lotion from niko's arm."
Since then I have been constantly smiling to myself, thankfully there is no one here.
I saw indri as if walking towards me, but as he got closer and looked at me, he turned his way back to the dormitory. Indri is my sabahat that understands me the most.
Talking to him directly makes me clumsy, confused about what to say and how to answer. I think Gus Abdi was the same as me, because from earlier he sounded like hesitating when he said his words.
Just shut up for a moment, then talk, shut up again and talk again.
"Ehm. gus."
"Ehem?"
"Why when I first met the pas genengan genengan nabrak kulo kok even genengan bablas and cuek. Not even sorry." I swung my lips, a bit annoyed as well considering the events of that time.
"Oh, niku. Nganu," he said hesitantly.
"Why? Even though the gene is as neat as niku kulo."
(Why? You already know that it's me)
"Deck groggy, afraid of being discovered."
I chuckled at her answer, so that was why she immediately ran away when she saw me.
"Cilok kulo will be spilled because of the hit gene. Mubazir right, even though I really want to eat cilok." Narrator.
"tomorrow no ijoli, sak bakul-bakule." Clumsily.
(later I change, same seller.)
I laughed out loud.
"Mengko lak bunder koyok cilok piye you know deck" he added again. (Later if the round kayak cilok how you know the deck.)
"Pripun maleh, rahe remen really." (How else, I really like it)
"Alhamdulillah."
"Okaya?"
"Tirose remen kaleh kulo?" (Say like me?)
"Pilok gus, lick!" Reply temp. Anyun chuckles.
The atmosphere that had been frozen, had now melted. Didn't think Gus Abdi turned out to be quite humorous.
Talking to him made me feel comfortable and warm.
The night was getting late, the atmosphere felt increasingly quiet, I saw the lights of the dormitory had been extinguished, I looked at the clock on the screen of the phone has shown at 23:45, it did not feel an hour and a half more I talked to him. I also started to yawn.
"Is it sleepy on deck?"
"hem." Mumbles.
"So, there's sleep."
"Snack." Although I really want to take time to pass longer.
"Assalamu'alaikum."
"Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullah."
Tut! Callpun berahir. I walked back to the dormitory. I saw the window slowly closing.
After a few days, I was able to sleep well again.
***
At about ten in the morning, Indri and I asked permission to go to the market after teaching. I want to shop while taking a walk looking around the neighborhood.
The location of the market is not far from the Al-Kautsar pesantren, we also took it only on foot. The atmosphere in this village is very cool, there are still many trees lined up decorating the streets of the village. Almost every house is decorated with beautiful flower plants, not a few also plant sunflowers on the side of their front road.
Amidst the sudden journey I remembered last night at the sungkem with Nyai's mother, her hand gently caressed my head wrapped in a face.
"Ndri, do you think Gus Abdi told Nyai's mother not about me? About us who have long known through medsos." Indri shrugged his shoulders a sign of not knowing. His hands were still busy with his cell phone camera photographing the sunflowers we passed by.
"Eh, but when viewed from the attitude of Nyai's mother with you last night, it could be that she already knows Hil," said Indri guessed.
"Duh, piye yo ndri." Suddenly I was worried.
"Please be embarrassed if Nyai's mother to know ndri, what does he say later?"
I smiled at the thought of Indri's words, hoping that they would all come true.
Although everything is not clear, as well as Abdillah's gus, I do not know what he considers me as. Ordinary friend or lover of heart.
I am indeed not a special woman with various advantages, I am just an ordinary girl who has santri status since 5 years ago when just entering the school level of Madrasah Aliyah. My school was not in a pesantren, only it was not far from there.
After graduation I decided to stay in the boarding school even though my parents asked me to continue my studies. What I have in mind is that the science of pesantren is enough to provide me with a household later and become a madrasah for my children later.
Upon arrival in the market me and indri directly to the row of clothes sellers. Whether we buy or not is important we want to look around first. Almost 5 stalls we visited but none of the clothes we wanted to buy.
"Hil," Indri patted me on the shoulder and her hand pointed towards the kiosk of the hijab seller.
Indri pulled my arm stepping towards the kiosk of the hijab seller.
Arriving in front of the kiosk indri directly pick and choose a neatly arranged hijab hung. There are also those that are allowed to pile up without being folded. Ranging from pasmina hijab, syar'i, quadrangle, bergo, instant hijab, all available.
"this is the trend now mbak, the best-selling." The mothers of the seller showed a bergo hijab attached to the mannequin doll.
"Buy yuk, Hil. We don't have a hijab like this yet." Persuak indri while holding the jilbab bergo.
"Yes wes, whatever."
"Take which color?"
"That's maroon." I pointed at the marun color bergo hijab. Indri takes the pink hijab.
When the seller's mother was about to wrap our order suddenly my eyes were fixed on the purple rectangular hijab with a floral motif on the edge. I remember Gus Abdi saying last night that I look beautiful wearing a purple hijab.
"Mom, that one is also wrapped yeah." I pointed at the hijab I meant.
After from the kiosk hijab we went around the market to look around again, maybe there is something to buy again.
After being satisfied around, Indri and I went home with a few bags of crackers in the right and left hands. Shopping is an entertainment for us women.
When we passed a meatball stall, there was a fragrant smell that burst into the nose. At first glance the meatball stall is like a lid but actually the door is open with a curtain that closes half the door.
If today was not the month of fasting, then we would stop by the stall. Fortunately, we still have faith.
The commandment to observe fast is only for those who believe. In accordance with the verse in Surah Al-baqarah which reads,
"Ya ayyuhalladzina amanu kutiba 'alaikumussiyam kama kutiba 'alalladzina min qoblikum la'allakum tattaquun."
(O you who believe are obligated to fast as is required of those before you).
So it is clearly not, judging from the word 'yes ayyuhalladzina amanu' which means, O you who believe. The unbeliever means not 'hi'. Hehe.
***
As usual, when the tarhim reverberated I went to ndalem's kitchen to take the iftar menu for me. Usually Nyai's mother has arranged it and I just lift it up.
But this time something was different. There is a bag of crackle bags that are lying next to my food that has been served.
When I opened it turned out to be two packs of hot pegs. Tucked a small paper that seems to have writing in it.
"Cilok mawon ngggeh deck, soale bakule mboten purun sprouted." I smiled and read the writing.
(Piloknya yes deck, because the seller does not want to be bought).
Arriving at the hut, I split the cilok one pack for indri. When asked where I said buy in front of the store first.
I'm not lying, because Gus Abdi must have bought it there because there's only one seller at the crossroads here.
.
Moments after breaking my fast, my phone rang when I saw my mother's phone.
I'm shuffling out of the dorm.
"Assalamu'alaikum."
"Wa'alaikumsalam. What's up, how's the phone?"
"Call my son's time can't."
"Geh angsal, kok tumben that you know."
"Ehm, I want to talk important."
"Nope?"
"Sampean already has a tramp with what not?"
"meaning?" I don't understand.
"Daughter."
"Mboten buk, tirose mboten pareng dating." (No buk, he said he can't date).
"Yes, your mother wants you to marry directly do not need a boyfriend-dating. To add to sins."
"Ehm, nganu nduk.." Mother's words were like floating.
"Nopo to nganu?"
"Misale sampean be fooled will you?"
I was silent to mother's question. Matchmaking is one of the things I worry about the most, especially when it comes to being betrothed to someone I don't love at all.
Parents always think 'witing trisno jalaran songko kulino' love can be present because it is used to, but would not we be happier if we are with the person we love? Plus now I'm putting my heart on Gus Abdillah.
"Mother?" Mother's voice broke my daydream.
"Depends on the buk."
"Depends piye?"
"Depends on kulo remen nopo mboten." (Depending on what I like).
"Somebody came to propose?" Ask again.
"Yes, there's something. Not yet sleeping."
"What do you keep answering?" I was a little worried.
"But it is."
"Aa..ibuuukk." my whine.
"Hehe. ora-ora, mother of joking. I replied that my mother is up to you. I don't want to maksainan mother's child to be betrothed."
As soon as my feelings became relieved, fortunately my mother was not like the parents of old who liked to match her children.
"Yes, wes. He used to call. Tarawih soon. You are diligent worship ya nduk, so that later can be a sholeh soul mate and able to guide you to the straight path."
"Aamiin."
"Tahajud, hajad, dhuha diistiqomahne. Remember, our hearts need an intake called faith."
"Snack."
"Sholat sunnah rowatib also do not leave, like a bride, pray fardlu iku mantene while pray rowatib iku koyok pengarihe nduk."
"Snack."
"Istighfar, every sholawat after every prayer do not forget."
"Snack."
"Nggah ngggeh nggeh ngko not kepangeh."
"Lha pripun, mosok answered 'mboten'." (Lha how, time answered 'no'."
My answer is always that way when I get advice from my mother. It would be wrong to be a child. Replied 'yes' wrong, answered 'no' also more wrong.
"Yes, wes. Ngunu ae tarawih. Assalamu'alaikum."
"Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullah."
I stepped back into the room, grabbed the charger lying on the pillow and plugged it into the hole of the phone charger. I was looking for an electric plug to charge my phone but it was full when my battery was lowbat. A little disappointed because tonight could be so I can't play my phone. Though I hope later tonight gus Abdi called me again. It is undeniable, now I always miss him, every hour, minute, second, every breath and beat of my heart.
To be continued.
