GUS IDOL
Two applications overnight
GUS IDOL
"Assalamuu'alaikum."
"Wa'alaikumsalam."
"Wis ndisik i ngelencer iki?" Canda abah who accompanied everyone's crisp laughter.
"Monggo-monggos." Mother let them sit.
"How are you, bro? Long time no see." Mas Azam salutes Reza and embraces him.
They're both playmates only Reza's younger than my sister. The younger me can be close friends with Reza mas because it used to be as a child almost every day mas Reza came home to play with Azam mas.
"Hilya, how are you?"
"Alhamdulillah healthy mas. Sampean?"
"Alhamdulillah be healthy too."
Unasked, I went to the kitchen to make some coffee. And then bring it to them.
"Who was the guest, like a distant guest?" Tanya bik Sarah, Reza's mother.
"Temen while at the cottage used to be mbak," replied the mother while presenting the coffee I brought over the tray.
"Yai yes?"
"Yes bik. This fasting month Hilya pays her way there." Mom sat back.
"Pantesan, look out of his aura."
After a bit of pleasantries, Pak Mustafa looked like he was going to talk seriously.
"Nuwun sewu pak Umar, mbak Rum. Our intention to come here tonight is the first for the friendship, and the second is to 'bloom' her son Hilya's genie, is it ready to be made a wife by our son Reza?" Mr. Mustafa spoke. Exactly what Kyai Dzul revealed a moment ago.
Like lightning striking through a hole, I was surprised to hear what Mustafa's pak revealed.
Same with my brother, mother and Azam. They are no less surprised than me.
We looked at each other with similarly tense facial expressions. How could it be, overnight two men came to preach me. What makes me hard to believe is that guy Reza. Since when did he put his heart on me? Why hasn't it been read by me all this time?
All this time Reza was so good to me and also attention. Every time I come home from school on vacation, he comes to visit me. Sometimes I buy meatballs at Erna's restaurant not far from our house.
I only consider her treatment to me as a friend and neighbor only, even I have considered her like my own brother. It did not cross my mind at all that he would crush me in the future, as it is today.
"Sepuntene sir, baruu.saja Hilya has been proposed to each other." Abah spoke with a tone of regret.
"That was you?" Ask sir Mustafa.
"Yes sir. Sorry nggeh. Not the intention to reject the goodwill of the father of the family, but we have already received advice from other families."
Instantly the look on the faces of my three guests became dim, Reza looked at me with eyes that I could not understand.
Mas Azam who was sitting next to him rubbed the shoulders of his little friend.
Sorry, Reza, not the intention to hurt you. Nor does it mean to disrespect your feelings. But because the heart already has.
If I had known the attention you gave all along had any other purpose, then I wouldn't have let you give it all to me.
"Well, we're late sir." Sarah was disappointed.
Mr. Mustafa breathed a rough "Well, it's okay buk, maybe it's not his soul mate. Isn't that okay, Za?" Mr. Mustafa peeked at the face of his son who looked moody. Not a word came out of the mouth of the man I thought was like my own brother. I know for sure the disappointment has enveloped the heart of Reza at this time.
They say goodbye and bring again the hope that they had brought here.
Abah and mother looked bad to our neighbor, but how else. Even if I had not been preached by Gus Abdi at this time, I would have thought twice about receiving a proposal from Reza. Because I have no special feelings for him.
"Actually I've known about the Reza since a long time ago, but I chose to keep quiet Hil." Say Azam while sipping his coffee.
"Why didn't I say it?."
"If you say ntar you're spiciness again. Haha. If it is true, if it is wrong? Mas also did not dare to macem-macem directly to Reza. I'm also worried that our friendship might get awkward." I just hear the mutters Azam's mas.
"Pity him too." Another imbibing.
"It's also very sad for Sarah. After this, how will it go to our family? Neighbor again." Mom breathed a rough sigh. I hugged her.
"Wes is okay. Later also passed a long time ago. His name is not a soul mate either."
"'NOT' mate abaah, don't say 'YET' mate. Hilya was already the soul mate of Gus Abdi." My protest.
"Yes.iya.iya who wants to be Kyai's ex.." Mas Azam ruffled my head to the point that my hijab was falling apart.
"Beeeeehhh..!!" I was about to retaliate but Azam instead ran away as fast as lightning.
"Lagek met sedino ae wes war." Grunts abah.
(Win' to see you in a day is already a war).
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Tonight I'm helping my mom clean the house for tomorrow's holiday.
Ice fruit remaining iftar was still a lot. Mother asked me to take her to the musholla and some snacks to be eaten by residents who were gathering to enliven the night takbir.
The echoes of takbir accompanied by the sound of music coming from timba and kentongan played by children of the age of Ubed, add to the excitement on the night of this victory.
Eleven o'clock in the evening, I'll finish my clean-up. I feel my eyes are getting heavy and tired because this afternoon also helped mom cook a lot and the night the arrival of two guests in a row continued to clean. The body feels like it wants to be immediately laid down on a soft mattress.
I'm looking for my phone to check if there's a message or a call, I'm throwing my body down while turning on the phone.
10 Unanswered calls on the lock screen.
"Who?" Then I opened it. Turns out Abdi's number.
"Astaghfirullah, what's the misscall like this?"
I press the dial button to call back Gus Abdi.
Twice I called him up.
"Assalamu'alaikum wonten nopo? How much misscall was there?"
"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Where did the deck go, how did you answer?" His tone sounded a bit cranky.
"Help my mother clean house. Just finished. Sorry."
"Who's the guest?"
"Guests? Owh niku. gus' neighbor." I answered a little.
"Why visit at night? I saw that the guest was a young man, and the other two must be his parents, right?."
Die me, what shall I answer?!
"Emh, nganu. his name is also time neighbor can not visit his own teangga house." I answered trying as quietly as possible.
"Is there anything else to do but just visit?"
Gee, gus. Why do I feel like a criminal under interrogation anyway?!
"Dad?"
"Eh, dalem gus. Pripun?"
I think Gus Abdi suspected that mas Reza and his family were here because there was a certain purpose.
"There's a certain meaning, right?"
Duh, this gus.. can he read my mind anyway..?!.
I was still silent at the thought of what answer I should give at the point of the question of the man who had touched me.
"Will they propose?" Sergeants.
"enggeh.enggeh. g-gus.." I replied nervously.
"Later, when our application event is three days away, I want us to directly marry the series."
Tutt..tuuut...!!! Call disconnected.
"Gus? Hello..?! Hello..?!"
Free, call's been cut off. I tried to call him back but he wasn't picked up, I tried again at reject, I didn't give up trying again the number was off.
"With anger to gus?" I complained about the phone I was holding.
What did he say, Siri's marriage? Why should Siri marry? Moreover, the distance between the application and the wedding is also not long, only a two-week interval. Why must Ijab siri, is it because he is overwhelmed with jealousy, or is he afraid that I will turn away from him? It will not gus.
I wrote a short message for him.
"Uhibbuka fillah abadan gus dear."
Hopefully after reading this his heart will melt and get rid of his jealousy.
I put the phone back on the nightstand and started closing my eyes.
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At six o'clock in the morning, all residents flocked to the mosque to perform the ied prayer. The happy sparkle is seen from the plain look of the children because today is the day that is expected to be able to wear their clothes, after the previous days back and forth tried and then put it back into the closet.
(Othor again nostalgic, I guess. Haha)
Lebaran is the happiest day for children. Besides going to eat a lot of good food and snacks, they will also get a lot of pocket money he collected from some of the houses they stopped by.
The younger ones will first bow down to the older ones, apologize to each other and apologize for past mistakes.
"Sing enom akeh lupute, sing tuek akeh pangapurane".
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"Assalamu'alaikum, minal aidin wal faizin ngggeh dek." Gus Abdi's voice from the other end of the phone.
"Wa'alaikumsalam. Minal aidin wal faizin also gus."
"Send your greetings to the whole family of the deck."
"Snapjeh. Say hello also to Abah Kyai and Nyai's mother."
"Ngggeh insyaallah."
"Emm, gus about last night-"
"Kulo sampun talk with abah and ibuk. They also agreed to the deck." His words cut my conversation.
"But the same mother kulo kan dereng certainly agreed."
Sounds Nyai's mother's husband was talking which was then asserted by Gus Abdi.)
"Pripun wau dek?"
"That kulo dereng's mother certainly agreed gus."
"They agree."
"What?!"
"If you don't believe me, try smean's asking smean's mother now."
As fast as lightning I went out of the room and looked for mother with still holding the phone that was still connected to her call.
I found out mom was sitting in the living room with you. Seems like she's been calling someone, like,
because when I arrived, my mother said hello and turned off her call.
"Oh," call me. Mother looks.
"Eh, Hill. Incidentally, I want to talk." Mom gave me a code to sit next to her.
"Tomorrow the day after your application event immediately marry siri aja yes. This is a request from your future father-in-law."
"Did you agree?" I don't believe it.
"So who called?" Ask again.
"Gus Abdi's father. He asked that you marry Siri straight away. It's okay."
Gus Abdi was one step ahead of me. They persuaded both my parents.
"Yes nduk, even safer if you marry siri first. Both roads are halal. If kangen's staying at me." Bujuk.
I as a child could no longer refute the advice of my parents. What they say is true. There is no harm if we immediately do siri marriage later.
"Nggeh buk, bah. Kulo manut mawon."
They smiled with relief, mom hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.
Looking at the phone screen, I was stunned because I realized that Abdi's phone was still connected.
I immediately went back to my room.
"Where are you? Don't you come to the neighbors?"
"Well, wait a minute."
I answered while entering the room.
"Hello?" I checked if Gus Abdi was still on the other end.
"Yes, kulo is still here baby."
The darling? Hearing him instantly my body felt trembling.
"It's brave to call baby nggeh now." My protest.
"Kan, that sampean is teaching."
"Kulo's? When?"
"Last night. Time forgot?"
Astaghfirullah, I just remembered that last night I sent a message that ended with the word 'honey'. Falling was my pride now as a predicate of plain and innocent women.
"That night the khilaf gus. The genie seems angry. The phone suddenly broke up without greeting. No phone calls back even killed." I snorted annoyed.
"Yes, sorry baby. Kulo niku was jealous when he found out about other men. That's why we're marrying siri tomorrow, let's not get it until again."
I smiled proudly at her confession of jealousy to me. Plus the call 'honey'nya that makes me more clamps.
"What's his name?"
"Who's gus?"
"The man."
"Owh. His name is Mas Reza. He's my little friend and Azam gus, and a close neighbor. Kulo ngggeh mboten thought that mas Reza would have slept with kulo last night."
"Sampean doesn't have the same feelings as him?"
"Mboten gus's. Kulo namung gadah feeling teng genengan." Answer shy.
(No gus. I just have feelings for you).
"Related?"
"Wallahi sure gus. By Allah for the sake of the Messenger." Convincing. Afraid that he would be jealous again. It could be no longer suddenly ijab siri, but directly legitimate ijab.
"Yes, already. Kulo believes completely into the side deck.
It's been a long time ago, it seems like there are a lot of guests in front."
"Nggdeh. Kulo also wanted to visit the neighbors' houses. Sampun awaited by ibuk."
"Assalamu'alaikum." I said hello.
"Wa'alaikum darling. Eh..!! Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullah."
We laughed at the end of the phone.
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