GUS IDOL
The Past that Greeted Back
GUS IDOL
The Part 22
We stepped into the tent nuanced white purple by greeted by some women who are light purple with makeup that makes them look more beautiful.
My mother-in-law and I were led to go straight into the house. While Gus Abdi, Abah Kyai and their Badrun kang were guided to enter the guest area of the son.
The women who saw our arrival flocked to each other alternately to welcome Nyai Maryam's mother and to greet me. We are welcome to sit in the living room which has been titled red carpet filled the room. Someone took over the parcel I brought and took it back. In the middle of the room arranged a small table that seems to be used for a marriage contract that will soon be held.
Shortly after we sat down, Qonita came in a white wedding kebaya dress, with jasmine flowers emblazoned on her broad veil covering her chest. Besides a middle-aged woman with a body similar to Qonita's mother, I'm sure it's her mother.
And then there were two girls behind them, Rana and Shima.
They alternately greeted us and sat down. His mother mbak Qanita accompanied Nyai's mother to talk, while Mbak Qonita, mbak Rana and mbak Shima they sat lined up beside me. They were friendly to greet me. Implied hue of happiness on the face mbak Qonita who poked behind his smile. Of course, this was the happiest day for him.
"Mr Hilya, how's it going?"
"Alhamdulillah well mbak, until mbak?"
"Alhamdulillah as you can see now" he said with a smile.
"Congratulations, ma'am." Say it with a smile.
"Congratulations to mbak. Didn't know that until then it would be Nyai's mother. I've heard the story from the other boys. On a scene in grub WA mbak." Said Qonita enthusiastically while holding my finger.
I smiled broadly hearing it.
"Alhamdulillah mbak."
"Have Ijab siri been to mbak? Waah. his seneng."
"Nggeh. Actually, I am not ready to get married immediately, but Gus Abdi asked that," I replied.
"Yes nothing to mbak. In fact, the good thing is, there is no need to protest if you want to meet. Hihihi," he said giggling.
I patted his arm softly while smacking a smile from a shy blush.
"Mbak-mbak a cottage so heartbroken mbak mbak." Shima's voice was accompanied by the crisp laughter of the four of us.
"Which other thing is mbak? How are you two?" I asked Rana and Shima.
"Mbak-mbak the others will be followed later tonight, all ngisi show arrived'yah al-berzanji," said mbak Rana.
I round my mouth.
Minutes later, the music of gending kebo giro is played by the soundsystem operator. The sign of the bride of the son's entourage has arrived.
Ms. Qonita was told to enter the room again, waiting until the marriage contract was finalized. My mother and I stayed in place.
Seen Kang Haikal in a white suit entered the room followed by Kyai and also my husband Gus Abdi and several other men. One by one the bridesmaids entered the wedding hall.
Kyai Dzul will marry Haikal and Qonita later.
*
The marriage contract procession went smoothly, followed by the walimatul 'ursy event led by Abah Kyai as the filler Mauidloh hasanah.
At 11 pm the acara was finished with the end of the lunch for invited guests and the attendants.
My mother and I Nyai Maryam were still in Qonita's house until the event was over with a few unknown mothers, but they seemed familiar with my mother-in-law. They also wondered about my marriage to Gus Abdi.
After we finished eating, came Mbak Rana with a woman in her postured body dressed in dusty pink with khimar color matching. Beautiful, that was the first impression when I saw her.
The woman approached us, she kissed Nyai's mother's hand with ta'dzim and then greeted me.
I smiled at him but he did not return my smile, but took his eyes off me. Then he went back to greeting my mother-in-law, asking for news and making small talk.
Kulrikik mbak Rana who sat next to the woman. The look on his face looked like he was uncomfortable, intermittently glancing at me and towards the woman.
I could hear Nyai's mother calling the woman "Nduk".
I just muttered in my heart, "who is he? Why do they look familiar?"
"Gus Abdi pripun news buk?" Ask the woman. Spontaneously I looked at him.
"Alhamdulillah good news nduk, wes nikah. 2 weeks away from the reception. It's his wife." Nyai's mother patted my thigh slowly.
I pulled the tip of my lips to smile.
The woman still looks at me flat.
"How are Umi and Abimu, long time no see."
"Thank God sae buk. Now they're in Jogja, homecoming eid."
"Samples aren't coming?"
"Mboten, ibuk ibuk sepuh. Someone has to take care of you at home."
(Mbah ibuk is the name for grandmother).
"Who do you keep coming here?"
"Diester kalih mas Khalid."
"Owh, yes, say my regards to Abi and Umimu yes."
"Damn."
Since then I was just silent, feeling not spoken to I just put my attention on the cakes presented on the plate in front of me, without the taste of the pastries that were full left three pieces of fried bananas only.
Soon enough, the woman left with Rana too. I wanted to ask Nyai's mother who she was, but it felt awkward to do so. Even after the woman died, Nyai's mother did not discuss it with me even just to tell her name was not.
It was getting late, I was asked by Nyai's mother to call Gus Abdi to take him home right now. After calling us farewell to the host, we also approached Qonita who was busy shooting with her husband on a quade (guarantee). There is also Mbak Rana, mbak Shima and the woman. It looks like they are also busy taking photos with the waiter with a cell phone camera. Before leaving, Nyai and I were also asked to take pictures with the bride.
From this I came to the conclusion that the woman must be an alumnus of the Al-Kautsar pesantren, judging from her proximity to the cottage that is here.
*
My mother and I were already in the car, and Badrun was still waiting outside because Abah Kyai and my husband had not arrived. A moment later I could see from the glass in the car, Abah Kyai and Gus Abdi walking towards our car, there was a man who also came with them while talking.
I squinted my eyes to make sure my vision was right or wrong.
The closer they got, the clearer my vision became, I gasped at the man walking with my husband and in-laws.
The man I once loved and my first love. My heart suddenly thumped, as if I could not believe what I was seeing right now.
How do they know each other? And why she could be at her wedding, Mbak Qonita, as far as I know her house is not in this area.
My heart was pounding when they were standing next to the car. They shook hands just before Abah Kyai and Gus Abdi got into the car.
I lowered my head as my husband opened the backseat door, worried that the man could see me here. They greeted each other before the car door closed.
"Gus Khalid buk" Abah said as he sat in the car.
"Nggeh bah, I met the same.. Waffen." As Nyai's mother said, she raised her voice when she mentioned the name 'Wafiq'.
"Maybe what my mother meant was that woman? Then what does this have to do with Brother Khalid?" My inner.
One question has not been answered but a new question has been raised that makes me even more confused.
Brother Khalid, he was my upperclassman when I sat on the bench of the Aliyah Madrasah. He's in X11 and I'm in X. He was the chairman of OSIS at the time.
The first time we met was when I was running a student orientation period. At that time I was standing in the front row when the absence was read. And the one who read it was Brother Khalid.
Our eyes clashed with each other as he called my name, he threw his sweet smile at me back then.
I am often late because of the long wait in line for the bathroom at the boarding school, making me almost every day get punished. What amazes me is that Khalid's brother always punishes me, he will wait for me until my sentence is over.
Sweep, scot jump, run, whatever punishment he decides. Actually I was annoyed at that time because he was always the one who gave the punishment, but when the orientation period ended I missed him when I no longer got the punishment from him.
I secretly collected information about him. Turns out he's also a santri where I go. But only now do I know that he is a 'Gus' as Abah Kyai mentioned earlier.
My place of school is outside the auspices of pesantren, in other words my school is a State school. So the students mixed into one, not separated between men and women.
Although we have different class levels, but I often meet him because I take part in extra Scout activities where Kak Khalid is also in it.
If the beginning of our meeting during the ospek he was very annoying, he changed drastically during my scout activities. He often helped me when I was having trouble running errands from the big brother and only gave me a small sentence when I was late.
Until one day there was a certain FB who asked for confirmation of friendship.
Khalid Abdul Ghofur, my heart blossoms immediately I push the confirmation button. Since then we reply to each other messages even though only once a week because in the boarding school only allowed to activate the phone on Friday only.
Although we are close, there is no bond between us.
When he told me his feelings, I reluctantly rejected him subtly because I was too subject to my mother's advice that I should not date while still in education. Although I cannot deny that at that time I also liked it.
But all that has passed, we have never been in contact since he graduated from school and moved to boarding school. And now I have Gus Abdi, my husband whom I love so much.
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