GUS IDOL

Regretting

GUS IDOL

Part 17's

"Indriiiiiiiii....!!!!!!!!" I called my best friend's name at the end of the phone. If only he had been beside me, I would have held him until he couldn't breathe.

"You're the reason, Hil. You can budeg, my cup!" His grunt.

"Hehe. There is good news. You want to know?" I'm enthusiastic.

"What?"

"Tomorrow I'm applying for ndri."

"Huh?"

"The ijab siri." I said half a whisper.

"What!! Who is Hil? Gus Abdillah's?"

"He em," I replied with a beard.

"Oh Em Je..!! Uh, masyaallah..!! You're serious, aren't you Hil? No more prank me, right?"

"Serius Indri, last night the ndalem family came here to 'convex' me. And the day after tomorrow is his proposal all over Abdi ngajak ngajak siri."

"Alhamdulillah. cie-cie.direct gass poll nih ye.."

I smiled in embarrassment.

"When will the recipe?

"God willing, two weeks after the application. You don't want to come here tomorrow?"

"Pengen anyway, but your house is very good. It takes 3 hours drive. Later, if the recipe is just insyaallah I nginep three days before the event."

"Hemm. yes wes if so. But it actually came three days before the event. I want you to take me to the guarantee later"

"Surely. insyallah. Let me spit it out too. Hehe."

"Hil, you're not going back to the cottage?"

"Yes, but I haven't been sowan parting boyong into ndalem ndri. I didn't expect to get married this fast either."

"Yeah, we're gonna split dong."

"Yes, what else to do. It is time. That's why you're also married."

"Later if there is a candidate for sure. Haha."

"Yo must be married to you there is a candidate. You just want to sit alone in the house. Haha."

"It's not kalee."

"Yes ngunu ae. I just want to ngabarin you. Bye. Assalamu'alaikum."

Tutt's..! Call ended.

Then I opened the incoming message from Gus Abdi, my future husband. Now the name of his contact has been changed to the name "Habiby lovely".

[What is my future wife now?]

Just reading her messages made me smile. Especially if you meet him face to face.

[It's another break in the gus room. After returning home from the family home.]

Triings ! One more WA message came in, and it was a number..

"Mas Reza?" My forehead winches.

[Congratulations Hilya for your match.]

[yes, thank you. I'm sorry, because I disappointed you.]

[Can we meet now? I want to talk four-eyes. I beg.]

[Sorry mas. But for what? We can talk on the phone.]

A photo sent by Reza.

The photo shows a bridge not far from my house.

[Meet me here, for the last.]

For the last? immediately I became worried about him, lest Reza would commit suicide on the bridge. But could he possibly be that determined?

I tried calling her but never picked her up. Immediately I grabbed my headscarf and put it on in a hurry.

I searched Azam's mas to ask him to accompany me but he didn't find me in every corner of the house, no matter where my brother was. Abah and mom are also having guests, there is no way I am bothering them, feeling bad about the guests.

Without a second thought, I immediately exited the house through the back door. Worry made me think of nothing more than seeing Reza before something that wouldn't happen to her. I hope this is just my prejudice.

I accelerated my half-running steps to get to the bridge quickly.

When I got there, I saw Reza was on the bridge, he was sitting contemplating leaning on the edge of the bridge fence while looking at an object in his hand.

He raised his head when I was standing next to him. Then a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"What's wrong?"

He handed me a parcel.

"I bought this for you long before I came to your house with my parents. Accept it from the mubazir, think of it as a memento."

I welcome the parcel wrapped in a light blue gift bag.

"What's this?"

"Just a little gift. I don't know a woman's favorite stuff. So I just bought that thing."

"Thank you, but I'm sorry I can't take it mas." I held it back.

I was just worried that if I received a gift from her later she would even assume that I had feelings for her too. I don't want to give her false hope.

"If you don't throw it in the river."

I held the parcel back, throwing it in front of Reza was tantamount to offending him.

"All right, I accept. Matursuwun."

"Hil, is the man who will marry you the man who will love you?" He looked up again, perhaps wanting to hear and see me answer him directly.

I'm nodding.

"We love each other."

"Goodoo. Not like my love, clap one hand." He grinned while throwing his face away.

"Since when?"

I was still standing next to him, and Reza was still sitting down.

"Since we were teenagers. Don't you realize it at all Hilya?"

I'm shaking.

"Sorry mas. I don't know at all." I said with regret.

"If you had known a long time ago, is it possible to return my feelings Hil?"

I'm unmoving. Mas Reza looked at me sharply.

"alright. I realized I was not a man as good as your future husband, the son of a Kyai. Even I never had a pesantren education at all. Stupid me, how could I possibly want to."

"It's not so. I consider sampean to be like my own brother. We've been friends since we were kids, right?!"

Suddenly my hand was pulled by it so that my body almost fell and he greeted it by peeping at my lips right then and there.

I was very surprised, I spontaneously pulled back my face and he seemed to smile with satisfaction.

Instantly my tears glistened, because I felt harassed even though it was just a kiss. I feel like my pride has been trampled on by him.

"Sampean mas tea!" I rubbed my lips rough. I didn't think it would be so rude to me like this.

"I'm already someone's wife. Tomorrow I'm applying. Even my future husband has never touched me even a fingernail. But you..!! You've been acting presumptuous mas..!!" I cursed her with tears that kept on breaking.

Mas Reza's face did not show any traces of regret, this second I also hate him very much.

I threw the gift into the swift current of the river and immediately stepped away leaving it.

I sobbed all the way remembering when Reza kissed me forcibly. I can't believe that the man I've been thinking of as big brother has destroyed my pride right now. Even when my status has become someone else's future wife.

I cursed myself, I shouldn't have come to see him.

Incoming WA message notification from gus Abdi. I ignored it for a moment, not for what. My mind is in a state of turmoil now.

What if Gus Abdi finds out about this later? Will he be angry, disappointed?

No, I'm gonna keep all this myself.

***

Today some brothers from my mother's side came home to attend my application. While the brother from the side will come at the reception later because their house is all far away. Yeah, my brother's not from this town. It took me a whole day to travel to my brother's hometown.

I prepared my appearance as best I could. By using a light purple and khimar color gamis also match the color. Gus Abdi said he likes me to wear that color, so I wear it on this special day.

I remember the first time we knew each other. How innocent gus Abdi at that time when inviting me to meet through the inbox. And also the first time we met at his boarding school at that time, the first impression that actually made me upset and hate him because at that time I did not know that he was the man I had always wanted to meet.

It was still clear in my memory the first time I felt such an incredible thump when near it. That's when he delivered an umbrella for me and we walked under the same umbrella, in the rain that afternoon.

When we first got on the phone and he secretly looked at me from behind his ndalem window. Spending a beautiful night chatting with each other interspersed with laughter to the point that my ears warmed up because my phone was getting hot. But I'm happy.

And also when he gave me a special gift, a Qur'an in which there was a ring attached to the border of the pages of the Qur'an and a small piece of paper that read "you help me to perfect some of my faith."

Those are the sweetest moments I will never forget until the end of my life.

However, suddenly my chest felt tight when remembering the incident yesterday afternoon. An incident that made me feel guilty for my future husband. The first kiss that was supposed to belong to my future husband has now been snatched away by the man who is not berakhlaq.

Though all this time I desperately keep my pride and holiness so that I can dedicate it to my husband later. But mas Reza had destroyed it, even though it was just a mere kiss but it was very inappropriate. Especially in the condition of my status now who is the prospective wife of Gus Abdi.

I really don't understand why Reza did that to me. What's my fault with her? Just because I didn't get his proposal and he was being rude to me. I really will not forgive that man.

Gus, forgive me for not being able to keep what should be your right one day. I'm sorry I had to hide this from you. I fear that you will be angry and disappointed in me.

The sound of the door opening made me shake and immediately wiped my tears.

"The camera's coming, let's get out."

"Nuggeth buk."

I got up from the lip of the bed and stepped out of the room accompanied by my mother.

***

The procession of event after event is carried out simply. Only family members were present at the event.

The application event continued with the serial ijab took place smoothly without any obstacles. I was married by my own brother as guardian and also the witnesses.

"SAAAHHH..!!" A simultaneous cry from everyone present echoed further with sholawat badar chants making my tears glow with no power to hold back the day of happiness.

We were both guided to do a procession of silence between husband and wife.

When my hand had just welcomed Gus Abdi's palm, suddenly the man pulled back his hand.

I just looked at him confused.

"Loh, why?" The question came from my mother who was standing next to me.

"Kulo wau members electrocuted kulo buk hands." (I think my hand was blown).

Gus Abdi's innocent answer suddenly made everyone laugh.

"Ndredek kui jenenge." (The tooth is his name).

Tapping on one of the people I don't remember whose voice.

"Po-po wes halal iki. Gek ndang salami bojone." Said Kyai Dzul while guiding the hand of Gus Abdi to greet me back. I can feel the coldness of his hands when I hold his fingers with both of mine.

I kissed his right hand solemnly, while his left hand touched my crown while chanting do'a and then ended with a kiss on my crown wrapped in khimar.

Muhammad abdillah ibn ma'sum, now a handsome man with the status of 'Gus' has officially carried the title as my husband despite still in the status of a serial marriage.

I can't tell you how happy I am right now.

After the procession, guests are welcome to eat the prepared dishes. Gus Abdi and I chose to move into the back room near the kitchen. We both sat on the sofa next to the fridge.

"Kulo get me some food with gus." I stepped into the kitchen to get food for my husband. Then I turned around again.

"Kerso ndamel lawuh nopo? Rawon, satay, meatball, nopo lintune?"

(What side dishes do you wear? Rawon, satay, meatballs, what else?)

"Mawon meatballs. Before leaving, I ate rice."

I stepped into the kitchen and came back again with a bowl of meatballs and soy sauce in a bottle container.

"Samples don't eat?"

"Later, still full." My daughter, when in fact I was embarrassed if I had to eat in front of her.

After he put a spoonful of meatballs in his mouth, he scooped back and then fed it to me.

"Mboten need gus, embarrassed if anyone sees it later. From then on there are still heroes to the kitchen."

"Why should we be ashamed, we'll be husband and wife on deck." He said as he concluded his sweet smile.

I also opened my mouth to welcome a spoonful of meatballs that were fed by him.

"Later the genengan less full. I'll get you another nggeh."

"Necessary. Eating from his old spoon until it's full." His words while smiling widely showed a row of his teeth.

Hearing him I immediately looked away to hide my shame.

"It turns out that it can also be terrible." I said while bowing and glancing at him.

"Let's eat again." He's bribing me again.

When I finished, I returned the dirty bowl to the kitchen and came back with a glass of water for Gus Abdi.

"Sampean used to drink, after that I drank." He said as he handed me the glass I gave him.

"But-"

"It's okay. The sunnah."

I took half the water and gave it to my husband. He sipped it until it ran out.

"So how can you electrocute gus?" My God on Gus Abdi, remembering the incident earlier made me want to laugh.

"The name is also groggy deck. It was the first time I held a woman, especially that hand belonged to the one I loved." He blushed in shame.

"Sit close to sampean

like now it feels like it has made the heart want to be dislodged. The disco just kept not stopping." Another imbibing.

I can only laugh when I hear his words. This is so innocent my husband. I wonder if I was the first woman he loved? If true, then I am the luckiest woman in the world.

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