GUS IDOL

The Gus Idola

GUS IDOL

part 15's

"Oh, the guest's coming." Call Ubed whose steps are getting closer to the kitchen.

"Yes!" Mom's lawful.

"You finish first nduk, mom ahead for a while. Come Zam!"

I nodded, I immediately took care of my work and rushed forward. Also curious who are the guests who come so that the mother prepares everything in such a way.

As I walked through the corridor connected between the tv room and the living room, they heard them talking while laughing.

My steps immediately stopped when I saw who the guest was, Kyai Dzulqurnain, Nyai Maryam's mother and also.. Gus Abdi?.

I wanted to turn around and go back, but they already saw me.

Instantly I became nervous, considering Abdi's gus-given ring yesterday the day after tomorrow, is it possible for them to come here to..?

"Sir, I was dreaming. There's this great guest." My mother approached me and accompanied me to get closer. I shook the hand of Nyai Maryam's mother solemnly, and I cupped my hands in front of my chest greeting Kyai Dzul and Gus Abdi.

I sat next to my mother, who was straight with Gus Abdi. I bow my head not daring to look at him. My hands play the tips of my fingers to relieve my nervousness. I nudged my mother's arm because I was upset with her but still I didn't pay attention to me. Why didn't you tell me they were coming here?!.

"Wilujeng nduk Hilya?" Greet Nyai Maryam's mother to me.

"Alhamdulillah pangestu ma'am, sak wangsulipun?"

"Alhamdulillah added pangestu wilujeng."

I shifted my gaze towards Gus Abdi, it turned out that he was also looking at me. Spontaneously I bowed my head again.

"Is that ready, Hil? Let's get laid in a minute magrib." Whisper mom to me.

I'm nodding.

Mother also said goodbye to the guests to go back for a while and invited me along. We went to the kitchen.

"Kok mom didn't say the hell that their guests?" Just pissed.

"Mom wants a surprise for you." Answer me with a small laugh. He took large glasses from the glass cabinet which is used to store furniture.

"What are they here for?"

"You're how the hell, people visiting ya must be friendly to nduk."

"Ambilin tray on a plate rack Hil."

I stepped onto the plate rack and grabbed the thing that mother asked for.

"Es is directly served in a glass just let it taste good."

Declare mother.

"They're.."

"Hum..?" Reply to the mother who is still busy wiping the glass.

"It's really just a relationship."

"Yes, what do you expect them to do?"

"No, who's the ngarep."

"Wes, gek ndang digowo rake." (Already, quickly brought to the front.)

I lifted a napkin filled with iced fruit glass and took it to the tv room where other dishes were also neatly arranged there.

Adzan magrib t'lah reverberate, we all went from the living room to the tv room that has been provided for the place of breaking the fast together.

I chose to cancel the fast in the kitchen. Fortunately, there is still a lot of ice left in the kitchen.

Finished eating one medium-sized glass of fruit ice I immediately took the wudlu and performed the magrib prayer. We all prayed in the prayer of the magrib congregation in the musholla located in front of my house.

There are also some nearby landmarks that join the congregation in our musholla.

I took my face in my room and I put it all on and rushed to the musholla. While my mother and Nyai Maryam's mother were taking turns berwudlu in the bathroom.

While the men may take the wudlu at the place where the wudlu provided musholla.

When my footsteps reached the guest room I stopped when someone called me.

"Dad!"

I turned to him, Gus Abdi was still sitting in the guest room alone.

He stood up and moved closer to where I was

standing up. Now he is three steps ahead of me.

"Emh.. The present is open?"

I just nodded and looked down and smiled.

"Copyright? Accepted nopo mboten?"

When I was about to answer his question, the sound of the door closed, I turned to see it was Azam who had just come out of the room because it was located next to the living room.

I immediately stepped out of the house before Azam saw me talking to Gus Abdi.

"Who's Hil's gun?" Ask the neighbor in front of the house.

"Mother Nyai kulo bik" I said as I spread out the prayer mat.

"Owh.." she answered briefly. Fortunately, he didn't ask questions.

From behind the curtain came the voice of my brother who invited Kyai Dzul to lead prayers.

In prayer my mind was not focused at all, my mind floated on Gus Abdi who had asked about my answer regarding the letter. I began to guess that they might come here to have something to do with the ring and a short letter given by Abdi Gus yesterday.

After the prayer we returned to eat together. Actually I just want to eat in the kitchen. But mother forced me to eat together with the guests.

"It's not good to have guests dicuekin."

I also had to obey my mother's orders even though I was really nervous.

"Sterminate the plate back again in front of Hil." Mom said after we all finished eating.

I also take care of the dirty dishes that are also helped by mother and ubed. After finishing we returned to the living room after previously I entered the room first to look at myself while fixing my hijab which is actually still neat.

A while after we sat down and made small talk, it looked as if Kyai Dzul was going to talk seriously.

"Kang Umar, mbak Rum, our goal for the family to come here first is to gather and the second is to ask his daughter to ask, do you have a husband?"

The deg!

My gaze immediately turned to Kyai Dzul and shifted towards Gus Abdi. Gus Abdi lowered his head after his brother spoke up.

Abah and my mother and my brother and sister turned to me and they smiled.

"Piye? What's up yet?" Ask me. I felt my mother's hand grip my finger.

"Huh? Ehm.. um.." I threw my gaze at Abdi's gus, his countenance as tense as mine.

"De.reng.." (yet).

"Alhamdulillah." Say to my guests simultaneously.

"Look, our only son seems to like your daughter, is it okay for us to propose to your daughter to be the daughter-in-law in our family?"

"How's buk?" Abah asked my mother.

"It's up to how his son bah. If I agree with myself."

All eyes are now on me.

"Piye nduk?"

I still look down shy. I want to answer but my tongue feels funny. I felt my palms turn cold. Suddenly wanted to pee.

Oh my God, why be so nervous.

When I came out of the bathroom I was surprised because my mother was in front of the bathroom too.

"Kebelet's buk too?"

"No. Um, said your brother you and Gus Abdi told to sit down first while chatting, ta'aruf that. So if you're fit, you can move on to the wedding."

"Talking together buk? But right, Hilya's shy. Don't do it." I said hard.

"Ta'aruf or seeing and knowing each other's partners is important Hilya, so there is no doubt or disappointment if it is a marriage." My mother kept persuading.

"You were seen."

"I mean let's get to know each other Hilya. When you don't want to get to know your future priest more closely?"

"Hilya had known buk for a long time, but through Hape." I said in my heart.

"But I advise you not to refuse Hil, Gus Abdi is handsome, pinter, a Hafidz, son of Kyai too. Eman Hil, if rejected."

"Yes.mah's mother." I said sok jaim. Though since then in my heart was very excited, I wanted to feel like I was jumping up and down to express it but it was impossible right, I did. Which woman tries who will reject the proposal of a man as perfect gus Abdillah. Even I heard the news that a lot of applications came for Gus Abdi, but were rejected by him.

While me? Even he himself came to propose to me after he had previously given me the ring.

I feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

I suddenly thought about whether my mother knew their intention to come here considering that I didn't tell me in advance about the arrival of special guests like them.

"It's busy to know from the beginning, if they come here to 'convex' Hilya?" My investigation.

Instead of answering my mother, she smiled and pulled my arm.

"Come on!" My mother pushed me back into the house.

Mom stopped her steps right in the tv room, there was already Gus Abdi sitting on the sofa. Mom gave me the code to sit down and leave me alone with Gus Abdi in this room. The others are still in the living room. The tv room and living room are separated only by a corridor.

Echoes of takbir began to be heard from the musholla-musholla and mosques in this village. Accompanied by the sound of fireworks that adorn the blackened sky. There was the sound of Ubed asking permission to leave the house, surely he wanted to play fireworks with his friends out there.

"Sitting on the deck" Abdi's voice made my legs tremble.

I sat at the end of the sofa to the right and Gus Abdi sat at the end of the sofa to the left. Although we have been used to calling each other but it feels very different when faced with him directly. Nervous mixed with anxiety.

"A long way away, is he sitting?" God's to me.

"Halalal Slope mboten pareng deket-deket gus," I answered reflex.

(Not halal can not deket-deket gus.)

"Lha nopo dihalalke sakniki mawon, kersane saget deket?"

(Do you want to be stopped now so that you can be close?)

Spontaneously I turned to her with a flabbergasted look on my face. He chuckled at my response.

"My present from yesterday was open, right?"

"Shypoon gus."

"The letter has been read, right?"

"It."

"Keep the answer until the answer?"

I was embarrassed, my nervousness was out of control. The tip of my finger playing the sofa chair forms carvings that are invisible to the eye.

"Ojo dingkluk wae to deck, I'm not iso nyawang face ayune until niku you know." It is the God that makes my heart float more and more.

(Don't look down to the deck, I can't look at your pretty face).

"Lha lek even added ndingkluk." The impulse again, makes me unable to hold back a smile.

"Deeekk... madepo mriki too.." he said.

(Deek, face here dong)

I raised my face and threw a smile at him.

"Good God, that's a pretty deck." Praising him while holding his face on both palms, the look in his eyes made me feel like I was trapped could not go anywhere.

"With niku, he said he used to be fit early to meet nervous, embarrassed to meet in person. Now how do you get braver?" I said occasionally.

"Had never been used. now have to dare dong, the marriage contract is still not brave."

"But how dare you say it directly? Even by letter."

"Owh, that." He answered while scratching his forehead.

I was still staring at him waiting for the answer to my question, but he just looked down and threw away his face.

"Ehem..! Deck." Deck."

I glanced at. He shifted his body towards two o'clock, his gaze straight facing me.

"Madepo mriki, I want to talk seriously."

A little doubtful, I put the same position as Gus Abdi. Now we meet each other face to face.

Occasionally Gus Abdi rubbed his face, also sticking his palm to his chest.

"Kulo wants to be part of the perfecting of my faith. Be my wife's deck."

I stared fixedly at the two black beads, the look in his eyes showed seriousness, not joking or playful.

I nodded, "insyaallah kulo purun gus." My expanding smile was adorned with red hues on both of my cheeks as I guess my cheeks started to warm up. Somehow I can be so sure of saying it.

"Alhmdulillah," he said while raising both palms and then rubbing them into the face.

The night of takbir this time felt multiplied his happiness. Night welcomes victory and also welcomes the soul mate of the Almighty. I am so grateful to be betrothed to a man as good as Gus Abdillah. It turns out that my fear of the blessing of his parents is just a mere shadow. They looked so happy when they asked me to be their daughter-in-law.

"His ring hasn't been worn on the deck?"

I shook my head, "fear of being asked about my mother's assortment."

"Emh, actually, both of our parents have planned this a long time ago." He said while rubbing his neck.

"What?" My forehead frowned, a little confused by the intent of his words.

"I.iya.ng.nganu. ss.real.kulo had seen sampean before when the family came home. Last year's actually. Continue. kulo. tanya to ibuk, it turns out. he even wants to directly apply to sampean. But kulo forbid, fear sampean instead fear and avoid. So. kulo initiative to get to know sampean by itself so that there is no coercion between us."

I gasped, meaning Gus Abdi had known about me long before I knew him through social media?

"But why didn't you say it in the first place?"

"Fear of sampaan even avoid the deck, lest you be afraid if you are told to be with Kyai's child."

I chuckle at his words. Not afraid but even seneng gus, if you know that the deketin is sampean.

Gus idol of women.

If earlier we had lowered our eyes in shame, then now we have begun to dare to look at each other for a long time. Throwing each other smiles and staring fixedly full of love. Like a rose, now I am in bloom.

"So.. has it been accepted, is this a kulo proposal?" I'm nodding.

The two of us went back to the front room to gather with the others and say that we had agreed to get married.

The whole family looks very happy. Plans for the wedding and event have also been set. The application will be held three days later, while the wedding day will be held two weeks later. Impressed in a hurry but this is at the suggestion of Kyai Dzul. He said faster is better.

After completing the plan, Gus Abdi and his family also say goodbye. Just now that our three guests have arrived, we will have another guest.

Mas Reza, my little friend, came to see you with his parents. His house is not far from mine. Only five houses away.

Mas Reza used to come home to see me when he found out I was coming home from school. From childhood until our teenagers were already used to playing together, until I decided to go, he would come to visit once I knew that I came home even though we were just chatting in the living room. Or stop by for a minute when I see me sweeping the yard.

Usually he will come alone, but why this time with his parents? The clothes they were wearing also looked very neat.

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