GUS IDOL

One Room with Gus Abdi

GUS IDOL

The Part 18

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I say goodbye to Gus Abdi to help others lift dirty dishes to be carried back.

The dirty plate I just transported was suddenly taken over by budhe.

"Leave it. A lot of help. Just accompany your husband. Time left sitting alone." Budhe said as he moved his head pointing towards my husband.

"Norong budhe." I also went back to accompany Gus Abdi.

"Cock-a-pocket?"

"It is not the same as Budhe."

I sat back by his side.

"Gus, if you want to stay here now you can too. Don't come home." Said the man who was approaching us. There was a happy twinkle implied on the face of the half-century-old man over.

Instead of answering, Gus Abdi turned his head and looked at me when he was asking me 'can't'.

"As long as Hilya's deck permits, kulo purun nginep bah." Said Gus Abdi while glancing at me.

"Can you, nduk?" Ask me.

Suddenly I was confused as to what to answer. On the other hand I am happy if I continue to be near Gus Abdi, but on the other hand there is a little fear in my heart, because of our status of newlyweds and for sure later we will be told to stay in one room. I'm not ready yet.

"Halaah. can ya nduk. Wong's been a husband and wife when I can't take a step." Sergey abah.

"Let's let me tell you the same Kyai Dzul." Another imbibing.

"But, we're still ijab siri bah." I'm trying to find an excuse.

"What's the problem if Ijab siri. Wong is religiously legitimate. Wes to be okay to let your husband stay here first." Abah walked away without hearing my opinion again. As for Gus Abdi, he smiled like he was mocking me.

"Don't be afraid of the deck, I don't bite." He said as he passed away following Abah.

Instantly I became nervous and imagined 'scary' things on the first night. Not long ago I met him but suddenly now we have to sleep under one roof. Oh my God, even sitting with him just did it a few minutes ago.

I also followed Gus Abdi forward because it looks like the guests will say goodbye.

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The night was crawling up, the guests from the family Gus Abdi had gone home since. So too with all my brothers. They came home after helping us out and chatted for a while because it was only at this moment that the whole family could get together.

The hour hand showed at eleven o'clock in the evening. Abah and my mother were resting in their room. Mas Azam was out of the house to meet his friends. While Ubed must be he was solemn plus tuma'ninah playing games in his room and did not want to be disturbed by anyone.

Gus Abdi also seems to be very tired. I let him rest in my room. But he did not want to go in alone because he said my house still feels foreign to him, so he felt reluctant to go here and there without being guided.

"With mlebet mawon gus, rest inside." I said as I opened the door.

"Sampean first deck," said he who was still standing behind me.

I walked into the room feeling a bit awkward. My heartbeats started to fall apart again, cold sweat started to wash over my forehead.

I tidied the bed sheet and also arranged some pillows, then allowed Gus Abdi to immediately rest. As I was about to move out of the room, suddenly my hand was grabbed by him to hold my step that was just a step away from him.

"Sampean already pray isya' what not?" Ask me who is still facing forward behind her.

I also looked.

"Oh, yes. I have not prayed isya' nggeh."

"Sholat jama'ah yuk."

"At what musholla is Gus here?"

"Just here."

I nodded and immediately went to the bathroom located in the room to fetch water. I still wear my khimar when I go in and out of the bathroom because I still hesitate to show my head hair to the husband who just married me.

I arranged two prayer mats beside the bed for where we prayed. For the first time we performed both jama'ah prayers.

There was a sense of happiness when I was behind him to be his mother. I thank God Swt. Because it has presented a man as perfect as gus Abdillah for me, a handsome man who is coveted by all the mbak cottage in his boarding school. Even the students at school are like that.

I hope that she will be the best priest for me who can lead me to His straight path and guide me to be a beautiful wife and love me with all her heart. I also promised myself that I would love him with all my soul and body.

From this very second, where I stand in the back as his aunt, from this very moment I will always obey the man who has become my priest. I will serve him as I sayyidah Fatimah ra. serving sayyidina Ali ibn Abi Talib ra. Strive for the qona'ah for all its gifts without complaining and cover up all its shortcomings, because the wife is like clothes for her husband.

I will be devoted to him in order to get his ridlo and my Rabb's ridlo.

Gus Abdi extended his hand after he finished his greeting. I welcomed him by still wrapping my hands with mukena so that our wudlu would not be void. Then I put the back of his hand on my crown. I saw his mouth saying kamit do'a and then kissed my crown. I smiled happily at her sweet demeanor like this. Marriage is beautiful.

Our eyes clashed with each other. I had black beads in her eyes. It was as if those eyes had hypnotized me at this moment until I was swept away in the look of her eyes.

Our mouths are silent, as if our eyes were speaking at this moment. He brought his face closer to mine, I could smell the fragrance of his fragrant body and win the heart.

Now his eyes are exactly two stops in front of my eyes. My heart was beating so fast that I could feel its pulse in my chest. I woke up from my cradle and immediately I pulled my face back from in front of him.

He smiled and nodded slowly. I immediately took off my face and folded it and placed it on the bed. I went out of the room with a feeling of unease, my chest rustling as I recalled those moments. I still felt my cold hands trembling and I held my two cheeks that were warm.

It seemed like he was going to kiss me, not knowing why I was avoiding him, maybe because I was too nervous or afraid. I don't know, obviously I was very stubborn when I was in front of him with such a close distance.

Though after the ijab qobul earlier said he was groggy when holding my hand, but now he has dared to want to kiss me. Basic male.

I walked towards the kitchen with a smile of my own, I became misplaced.

I poured the water in a glass and then sipped it. Now what should I do, should I go back to my room again? What would happen if I went back to my room. Both of them in one room made me think of 'scary' things'.

Minutes later I was still in the kitchen. Sometimes sitting sometimes standing and pacing back and forth is not clear.

"I'd better wait for him here until he's asleep." Thought.

"Sir."

I looked towards the direction the sound came from. Now the narrow-eyed man was standing not far from me.

"I guess I overslept in the kitchen. How long?"

"Ee.. was sorted out for a while, see the kitchen is still a bit messy so want to finish first." My lies.

"Owh."

"By sleeping first mawon, kulo seemed hungry just ate meatballs, now hungry again." Kilahku trying to find a reason to stay linger in the kitchen.

"Em, yes wes. Just eat first."

"With mboten eat gus?"

"Mboten, still full." He also left the kitchen. I let out a sigh of relief. Sorry I had to lie. Though I had just prayed to be made as a wife of the Sholehah but now I have sinned against her.

Many times I yawned, my eyes were already very heavy wanting to be shut down immediately. I sat in the kitchen for almost an hour alone. I stepped back into the room with a sagging step. I opened the door very carefully so as not to make a sound.

I poked some of my head to see if Gus Abdi had slept. I breathed a sigh of relief because I saw that Gus Abdi was lying on the bed without any movement, a sign that he had fallen asleep.

I went inside with a sneak so as not to wake Abdi's gus. I opened the closet to get my other blanket. I chose to sleep under a fairly warm fur carpet to protect me from the cold tonight.

Gus Abdi moved his body to switch sides so I could see his handsome face from down here.

I stared at his face until I didn't realize what time I was asleep.

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I could hear the sound of water gurgling from the bathroom. I opened my eyes and I didn't find Gus Abdi on the bed like last night. I saw the clock on the wall showing almost at half-four. About 45 minutes away from the dawn. Maybe Gus Abdi wants to pray sunnah first before dawn.

I got up from my sleep and folded my blanket. Along with that came the sound of the bathroom door being opened.

"Dec, are you awake? Want to pray sunnah too?" The man walked closer.

I'm nodding.

"Why sleep downstairs?"

I rubbed my neck, not knowing what to answer.

"Fear of anyone being with your husband?" He also chuckles.

I noticed the wrong behavior.

He stepped closer and squatted right in front of me.

"It's okay if you're not ready. Kulo mboten maksa. But yeah, don't sleep downstairs. I don't think it's even good."

"The gus gugeh." My answer was embarrassed.

"Yes, already there take the wudlu. For a long time near the sidean can be canceled again wudluku later." Say it while standing. I also chuckled at hearing it.

I went to the bathroom to berwudlu then followed Gus Abdi to perform sunnah tahajud and hajat prayers.

"Dec, can you please?"

"No gus?"

"Kulo nderes sampean sabean ngggeh."

(I want a sampean tadarus that sucks yes.)

"Snack." I nodded then took the mushaf on the small shelf beside the dressing table.

"Usually ask for the nursery after prayers in the mosque. But now there's a sidean." She smiled sweetly. I replied with a smile.

"Sampean open juz 26 surah Az-zariyat."

Gus Abdi began to recite the ta'awudz and recite the holy verses of the Qur'an with his sweet voice. I looked at him solemnly, he read it tartil and eloquently without any fault. Again, I was amazed by him. Being the wife of a Hafidz is a gift to me. The Qur'an is guarded, let alone me. Oh...he..!!!

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