GUS IDOL

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GUS IDOL

The Part 20

By night my anxiety came back. Especially if it is not about sleeping one room with Gus Abdi.

The sudden action made me not 100 percent ready to carry out my duties as a wife, even though I knew that my attitude was very unjustified.

The clock's needle shows ten o'clock at night. The atmosphere of ndalem has begun to be quiet from the endless visits of guests since this morning. Understandably, this is still on the fourth day of the holiday. It is customary ndalem will be crowded guests until the seventh day of the holiday, most of the guests are from alumni. Both the far and the near.

Al-Kautsar pesantren is a pesantren that was established 70 years ago by the struggle of his grandfather Gus Abdi, the father of Kyai Dzulqurnain. Kyai Dzul is the youngest of three children, the other two brothers who are also caregivers of boarding schools in other areas.

Although this pesantren is a salaf pesantren but this pesantren still survive where other pesantren have been competing to establish schools in the foundation.

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"Sir, tomorrow we are shopping for the needs for the marriage contract later." Said Gus Abdi who was unbuttoning his cocoon. Now he only wears a white shirt and a sarong.

"Enggeh." I who sat on the edge of the bed occasionally glanced at him and looked back at the phone screen through the story of WA friends.

"Who was the ring that wasn't wearing the deck?"

He asked while sitting on the edge of the bed across from me.

I smiled and said, "his lips are still tied to the border of the Quran, it would be better if the one who put it is the one who gave it, right?" I'm timid.

Gus Abdi chuckled at my words.

"Well, now where's the ring?"

I went to take my backpack hanging from the side of the closet and took the Qur'an given by Gus Abdi.

"Niki gus." I extended the Qur'an to my husband and he welcomed it.

The rope that tied the ring.

"Gus!"

I who was standing before him was somewhat surprised and took a step back as he suddenly knelt before me.

He grabbed my finger and put a ring on my ring finger.

"Skeptic deck." Say it while removing the ring and pairing it again on the middle finger.

I was filled with sweetness even though the ring he gave was a bit big but fit on my middle finger.

"Sampun. Sampean stood up." My love.

He stood up, we threw smiles at each other.

"Sorry, my dear, the ring is crazy.

"Mboten nopo - nopo gus. The important thing is the sincerity of the genitals." My words blushed.

(Nothing gus. What matters is the sincerity of your heart).

"Call me honey, why don't you bales?"

"Mangke lak mpun mboten isin." I said while closing my mouth, holding back my laughter.

(When you are not ashamed).

"Who's the same, only the two of you here." Gus Abdi brought his body closer and held both of my shoulders.

"Then the genie to." I immediately fled to the bathroom.

"Loh, deck!"

"Wash the face of the gus!" I screamed from the bathroom.

I deliberately linger in the bathroom, afraid that I will come out later pounced by the handsome human-shaped tiger. I'm really scared of being mixed up.

Long standing in the bathroom made my feet ache too. It looked like there was no sound. I opened the door slowly and I opened my head, my eyes were circulating looking for the existence of the handsome tiger, but I could not find him in every corner of the room.

"Where's he going?" Mumbles.

I went up to the bed and curled up in the blanket so that my body was tightly closed and immediately closed my eyes before Gus Abdi went back into the room.

I don't know what time he came back, after I woke up to hear the dawn prayer he was neat and fragrant wearing taqwa clothes and sarongs.

"Sir, you get up?"

I pulled out the blanket and sat down.

"Kulo jama'ah teng nggih mosque. Sampean jama'ah teng putri mawon sareng ibuk kalih mbak-mbak guard picket."

"Snack." I stepped into the bathroom with an occasional yawn.

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At nine o'clock in the morning my husband and I went to the mall to shop for necessities during the meeting.

I don't know when we haven't been ashamed to walk hand in hand.

We set foot into a jewelry store

"Can there be a gus ring?"

"Deck different. This is specifically for wedding rings. We'll find the right one on your finger. The one last night was used for Kegedean."

I just according. We began to look around at the rows of gold rings arranged inside the storefront.

I asked the shopkeeper to find a ring that was plain or only decorated with one jewel in the middle.

After from the jewelry store, we walked to a store that served for parcel reservations at hand for weddings. In addition to a set of prayer tools, Gus Abdi also ordered the decoration of fake money in the form of flowers in figurines and written our names and wedding dates below. deliberately not using real money because he said it is not good if real money is made like that. It is better to buy meatballs than just for display.

"Dzolim deck, if real money made toys. Mending to buy meatballs more useful."

We were asked to come in two days to take the order.

After that we continued to tour other stores to buy other items including new clothes for both of us.

By carrying some of the saraong groceries, we also stopped by the restaurant inside this mall also to unwind and fill the stomach that began to rumble.

I invited my husband to sit near the glass wall so that he could see the visitors who passed by in this mall.

We ordered two servings of nyonyor noodles and two glasses of lemon ice.

"Kulo's staying in the bathroom for a while no deck?"

"Ngggeh gus, nothing."

Gus Abdi also passed away. I took the phone out of my sling bag and played it while waiting for my husband and our food order to come.

About five minutes of our order came, but my husband hadn't come yet.

I thought maybe the toilet was a bit far away so it took a long time.

Sometimes I sip my drink and come back glued to the phone screen.

A few moments later came someone who sat in front of me, I thought my husband was wrong.

"Well, Reza?!" I was shocked to see the man sitting in front of me right now.

"Hi..!" He said as he crossed his hands on the table.

Suddenly I became nervous. I spread my eyes around looking for my husband. Don't let him see this guy here.

Where did this man come from. Why did he suddenly appear in front of me.

"Who's here? your husband? Where's she?" Ask casually.

I'm still flinching.

"Hilya!"

"Yes..! My husband!" Ketus.

"Kok judes that's the answer. I used to not believe this, the feeling."

"Go mas! If my husband sees me sitting here later he can think of a macem!" Expel her.

"What indeed. We are, friends since childhood. He won't think anything."

I refused to look at him for a long time.

"After all I know you first, what right does he forbid I rarely meet you."

"Surely he has rights, because he's my husband!" I answered with glaring eyes.

"Well.iya. I forget. Sorry." He's clucking.

"Go mas!"

"Later on, I'd like to see your husband. Just see what it looks like." Answer's relaxed.

I snorted annoyed.

"Why did you turn into a judge like me Hil? I'm not even going to reply. My number is blocked." He said in a annoyed tone.

"It's still not realized what's wrong until I act like this?!"

"What's? The one on the bridge at the time? Halah, just kissed a little."

Really, he's a really shitty guy.

I grumbled, I think my face flushed red from holding back the rumbling anger inside my chest. He could have underestimated that very embarrassing thing.

"Hilya."

"Gil."

"Hilya!"

I nodded even though he called me many times.

"Yes wes, I'm sorry. I was khilaf Hil." He said with regret. Either pure or made-up.

"Khilaf why?"

I was stunned to hear Gus Abdi's voice from behind me. When I was right, my husband was standing behind me with his sharp eyes looking at me and Reza in turn.

"G-gus..?" Jolagapan. At first glance I saw Reza, it seems that she was just as surprised as I was.

"Khilaf why? What is this guy doing?"

The question that kept me confused about what to answer.

I stood up from my seat and approached Gus Abdi.

"The mawon nggih gus. Kulo leukain at home. It's not good to talk about this in a public place."

I took out my grocery bags and pulled my husband's arm to get away from Reza. I approached a restaurant waiter who was standing not far from us and gave money to pay for the food we had not touched.

I saw Reza mas he seemed to be stuck in his seat saw me and Gus Abdi passed leaving him at this restaurant.

Oh God, why should I be reunited with Reza's body when I'm with my jealous husband. I can only pray that Gus Abdi is not angry and does not misunderstand me after I explain everything later.

***

Gus Abdi drove his car at high speed. His gaze was straight ahead without speaking. His facial expression looked flat and full of silence. I can't guess what he's feeling right now, whether angry or just jealous. I'm really scared of the other side of my husband right now. I want to cry but stay stuck because of my fear.

A sense of regret slipped into my heart at this moment. If only I had told him from the beginning could it not have been like this? Or Gus Abdi will remain angry because of his jealous nature, considering that time he immediately decided to implement ijab siri because he knew that night I was proposed by another man.

Gus Abdi turned the car through the gate of the princess's cottage. We got out of the car with the same silence. Gus Abdi carrying all our grocery bags. I followed him walking into the house through the back kitchen door which was located not far from the princess gate.

Lucky when we entered the house did not cross paths with Nyai's mother or Kyai's brother. Or else my two in-laws would have seen our indifferent attitude.

Upon our arrival in the room, Gus Abdi closed the door and even locked it from the inside. My heart was pounding so hard I couldn't guess what would happen after this seeing his behavior that I couldn't guess.

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