GUS IDOL

First Date

GUS IDOL

The Part 19

This morning Gus Abdi invited me to go home on the grounds that he did not bring a change of clothes last night. In addition, he also wanted to invite me to stay there with my new status as a daughter-in-law for Kyai Dzulqurnain and also Nyai Maryam's mother.

Before leaving I prepared a few change of clothes and I arranged them in a backpack.

After breakfast, we were driven by Mas Azam by car.

About an hour away came our car at the men's boarding school. After parking the car, the three of us got down and walked towards the ndalem.

The atmosphere of the pesantren looks deserted because it is still in the atmosphere of a holiday holiday. Almost all of the students returned to their hometowns. There are only a few who live because their house is outside the island of Java.

There are several motorcycles parked in the pesantren yard, it seems to belong to the guests who visited ndalem.

I invite Gus Abdi to pass through ndalem putri only while mas Azam chose to directly enter through ndalem putra.

Upon arrival in the living room our daughter said hello, there were already three young mothers and small children. I saluted them after greeting Nyai Maryam's mother.

"Mantu kulo niki" said Nyai's mother who introduced me to the guests. I smile at them.

"Kok mboten mireng lak gadah damel bu?" Say one of them.

(Kok no news that ngunduh mantu ma'am?)

"The reception is still two weeks away. Last night his application, Gus Abdi asked to be allowed a series of all." His mother glanced at us with her smile.

The guests were bearded while smilingly responding to him.

Gus Abdi took me to his room after retiring to the guests.

I was fascinated to see Gus Abdi's room, scented and very neat even neater than mine. The walls are painted light green with several calligraphy decorations and also a wall clock. There is a table that is located right by the window, on the table is filled with thick books neatly arranged. While on the side of the window there is a shelf containing various books.

"Kulo found guests in ndalem putra first nggih. Just take a break here."

Said Abdi who was still standing on the doorstep.

"Snack."

He went out and closed the door.

I put my backpack on the bed and sat down. I took my phone out of my pocket and activated it. I just activated two incoming WA messages from Reza's mas.

"Why did he call me again? Wasn't satisfied that he hurt me that time." My gertutuku in my heart looked hatefully at the writing of his name listed on the mobile phone screen.

I opened and read the message.

[I heard that you have done ijab qobul with Kyai's son. Congratulations yes!]

[Although you've been someone else's wife, I still love you Hilya. My love has grown over the years and it won't be easy to take it for granted.]

My chest rumbled after reading the contents of the message from the man without merit. Instead of apologizing he said things that were not appropriate he said to women who had married.

I really hate him now. I just blocked the number so as not to cause trouble between me and my husband later.

I exhaled a rough breath and then went to the bathroom that was also in this room. I take the water to perform dhuha prayers to immediately relieve the heat that is in my chest.

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"Bak Rana, Ika?"

The two girls looked over as I said her name.

"Sir Hilya..!" Ika threw her arms around me spoiled leaving her dishwasher in the sink.

She is indeed a 'endel' teenage girl'.

"Ciyeee, who was Nyai's mother's ex." Ms. Rana also approached me and greeted me and cipika cipiki.

"You know what, mbak?" Ask wonder.

"Yes, yes dong mbak Hil. News of this magnitude will definitely spread. Shima's brother who is excited in grub WA. Kemaren mbak Shima and mbak Rahma kan, who guard the ndalem picket. Follow her proposal preparation also gus Abdi." Babe Ika with enthusiasm.

"Not really, ma'am. Yesterday was the national heartbreak day of Al-Kautsar loh." Timpal mbak Rana while squeezing my fingers with his anxiety.

"O Allah, we are all astonished. How can I, until applied guse? Even though it's a newcomer in this leapren." Said Rana again.

"The story is long, actually me and Guse had known each other before I came here." My answer is a bit timid. They seem surprised to hear it.

I led them both to sit in the back kitchen chair. While Nyai's mother is having guests, I will chat with Rana and Ika for a while and tell how my introduction to Gus Abdi until the handsome talup-eyed man comes to propose to me, so that their curiosity will soon pay off. Although I know there will be envy in their hearts considering how they used to behave when they saw Gus Abdi coming to the princess' cottage.

"Thankfully yes, until mbak. Try me to be the next. Haha."

"That means Gus Abdi fell in love at first sight. What I am hearing, yes. Gus Abdi was already a lot of who menghitbah but no one received the same guse. While sampean even applied itself the same guse. Lucky.." said Mbak Rana with sparkling eyes.

"Alhamdulillah, his name is also a soul mate." My answer was embarrassed.

"How does it feel?" Ika asked with her eyebrows going up and down.

"What?"

"I said, until we have married the same series of guse, it means that last night must have been one room, same guse. Hihih." Say Ika while giggling.

"Hush..!! Little boy ask macem-macem!." Mbak Rana elbowed Ika's arm with bulging eyes. I shut my mouth and held back the laughter.

Shortly afterwards a voice came from the front kitchen, the three of us immediately rushed to the front kitchen. Sure enough, Nyai's mother was entering the kitchen carrying a tray of empty glasses. Rana's mother immediately approached and took over the tray from Nyai's mother's hand. While Ika continued the task of washing the dishes that had been abandoned because of me earlier.

"Nduk Hilya, was sought after by Abdi." Said Nyai's mother.

"Mom's shit." I moved from the kitchen into the house.

I found Gus Abdi in the room, he was praying dhuha.

I sat on a wooden bench in front of the table where the books were to wait for him to finish praying.

Shortly thereafter, it was finished.

"Sir." He said after looking at me.

"Tirose is the mother of the wau madosi kulo?"

(said your mother was looking for me).

"Yes. Where you're not in the room." Gus Abdi folded his alphabet and placed it on a small shelf beside the bed.

"So in the kitchen talking to you."

"Owh. oh, yeah. Azam was home, he sent his greetings to 'assalamu'alaikum'."

"Wa'alaikumsalam." My answer.

Gus Abdi took off his coffee and sat on the lip of the bed while propping his front hair.

A rarely seen sight. He looked like a teenage boy when he didn't use his coffee. Her front hair poking covered part of her forehead raising the degree of her good looks. But still, I prefer it when he wears a skullcap. Like a king who wears a crown, he is more authoritative by wearing his coffee.

Spontaneously I averted my eyes and put on a smile without answering her question. Shame to look at him for being fascinated.

"Emm. Jenengan turned out to be a hobby read to." I said as I picked up one of the books on the side table where I was sitting. But the truth is I'm trying to divert the conversation.

"Some time to spend alone or fit again bored."

"Sampean likes to read what ndak?" Ask.

"Like, but prefer to read novels." Answer me while smiling.

"Ndak nothing. Novels sometimes contain wisdom in them."

"Emm, gus. What's the show today?" I put back the book I picked up.

"In the room. A sally sampean."

"Huh?" I jerked.

"Haha. guyon deck. It's ae wes grogi. If you want to go for a walk come on! All day long I want as long as both of you keep going."

I blushed hearing her words.

"But on a highway like this, where do you want to go?"

Gus Abdi was silent for a moment. Seemed to think of something.

"Not far from here there is a garden built on the edge of the canal, a good place. Wanna there?"

"Nggeh. Now?" I'm standing. He also nodded.

About ten minutes later we arrived at the destination. Just getting out of the car I was presented with a beautiful view and cool air. On the edge of the canal lined palm trees whose stems are painted in colorful colors. The rumbling sound of the canal stream adds to the impression of peace while in this place.

There are some teenage children who are taking pictures with their friends, there are also small children who sit on a swing by their father while the mother sits looking at a bench that is not far away while smiling happily. There was also a young couple sitting together on the garden bench with the message.

I just remember when I was Junior having a chance to play here with my friends on a bike. It used to be not as good as this condition, still genuine without the touch of a human hand. However, at that time it became our own entertainment. Riding a bike crowded with friends although far and tiring, when we arrived here we took pictures using old school mobile phones that are still trendy in his day. That was our happiness first.

Looking at the empty iron swing, I immediately stepped towards the swing and sat on it. Gus Abdi said goodbye to buy snacks at the mini market sebrang road.

Moments later my husband returned with a bag of snack crackles and two ice cream cones and a bottle of mineral water.

He sat next to me and opened an ice cream bag and gave it to me.

"Guss."

"Hm?" She looked back and enjoyed the ice cream.

"Here's the genies never dated?"

He nodded and shook his head.

"Since graduating Elementary School has been locked in a sacred prison, where can courtship as it is today." Answer gus Abdi.

There was a sense of pride in me, meaning I was his first lover.

"It could be gus, fitting a holiday acquaintance with girls continue to date."

"Mboten, I've never been interested in dating. Waste of time, mending marriage directly." He answered me while smiling.

"Hemm.. but it must have been, right, there's a mutual love of someone?"

"Either."

"Who?" Askaqua. There was a bit of disappointment in my heart.

"Samples." Again she smiled at his sweet smile.

"Before?" Ask again.

He shifted his body position to face me directly.

"Kulo never fell in love until finally met until the deck," he said with sharp eyes as if locking my movements. I was fixated with her beautiful black eyeball gaze.

Finally he threw his face and immediately looked down, from the side I could see a smile stuck on his lips.

"Ehem..means kulo's first love genie gus?" I peeked at his face that was still down.

He turned his head and revealed his sweet smile of 'yes' sign'.

"If only how? Kulo including order to what?"

"Hem?"

Why would he even ask that?

"Well, mboten is important" I said, shaking my hand.

"I'm just a masalalu. No need to talk about it, gus."

"Who? Neighbors who proposed at the time?"

"Kok mas Reza. Not gus. Yes. long ago while still in school MA had a crush and was assessed by the upperclassman."

"Hmmm.."

"But mboten dating kok gus. Just sms an, the phone is also sometimes hidden because from the first kulo always in wanti-wanti kalih ibuk ndak can date before marriage." I said, worried that my husband was jealous.

Gus Abdi brought his face closer to mine and said,

"That's kulo's his first girlfriend by the way?"

I nodded slowly, I could feel her breath touching my face. Instantly my heart was pounding.

"Guss."

"Hem?"

"Then to see people."

He smiled and put his face down. Instantly I exhaled a sigh of relief.

"Being with a halal girlfriend does not violate religious norms, why should you be ashamed." He said as he chewed on his ice cream that almost melted like my heart at the moment.

"But it doesn't have to be in a public place either." My protest.

"That means that in a quiet place that no one else can, right?" He said with a dirty expression.

"Eh, gus see there's a fish." I pointed towards the canal and moved from the swing towards the edge of the canal.

Actually it's just a diversion issue, where maybe the fish are visible from up here. I've really been acting silly so grouging.

Sure enough, Gus Abdi remained in his place. He must be laughing at my silliness.

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