GUS IDOL

Gathering

GUS IDOL

The Part 23

Unexpectedly the past came greeting when this heart and soul already belonged to my future.

My husband, I'm sorry for accidentally remembering my good times when I was with someone who wasn't you. But do not worry about it, because now my heart is attached to your soul.

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"So you told them to stop by the house. They are guests from far away, not good either, if not dirampirne," explained Abah.

"Almost bah?!" asked Nyai's mother who looked surprised. I jumped up a little because I was as surprised as my mother-in-law.

Die me! How about I meet up with Khalid's brother? What kind of attitude should I show you later.

"Ah, it could be that Brother Khalid has forgotten me." I murmured in my heart trying to think positively and stay calm.

Almost five years of not meeting most likely he had already forgotten about the taste. Or maybe that beautiful woman was his wife.

I feel Nyai's mother seems to mind if they visit home. Butwhy? Wasn't at the wedding Nyai's mother looks familiar with him, then why did he object if they visited the house.

Screaming Gus Abdi who was sitting next to me, he just lowered his head and faced his gaze out the window. I don't know what he's thinking.

"Wes to, nothing. Isn't that gus?" Said Abah Kyai who threw his opinion on Gus Abdi.

"Ep?! Mboten nopo - nopo." Said hesitating.

My feelings became unpleasant, like something was stirring in my heart. I held my husband's fingers while looking at him full of question marks.

"Let's tell me when we get home." Whisper in my ear. With my finger grip. For a moment my feeling became relieved, at least Gus Abdi will answer all my questions that have been stuck since.

*

"Sinten niku wau gus? What does Abah mean to come by here?" I asked Gus Abdi when we just entered the room.

He rubbed his neck before answering my question.

"Gus Khalid deck."

"The girl? Kulo met right inside the house of Mbak Qonita. It seems like I know him well." My words while taking off my khimarku and laying down on the mattress remove fatigue.

Gus Abdi took off his alma mater coat and sat down beside me.

"That's his sister, his name is Wafiq. His family still has a sibling relationship with us but it is still from a distance. But the relationship between our families is very close, I also know him since childhood."

Ooh is his sister, not his wife.

"Did you go to the hotel here and mas, how do you know Qonita?" Ask again.

"Yes, they are close friends. Everywhere always together. He also stayed here for about ten years. Two years ago suddenly he decided to boyong from here."

"Why?"

"Emm, if you don't tell me how jealous it is on the deck?"

"Jealous?" My brain immediately thought that the woman was my ex-husband. Then why did Gus Abdi confess that I was his first love?

I frowned at me. Immediately I got up and sat down with Gus Abdi, preparing to hear an explanation from him.

"Why is it?"

"Look, two years ago I was told boyong from the pesantren, said Abah and my mother wanted to be betrothed to him. But I refused it. I stayed at the boarding school and didn't want to go home. Maybe he was disappointed so he decided to boyong from here."

"Why does the genie refuse? She's a pretty gus." I asked who was beginning to feel jealous.

"Beauty is just physical, baby." His words that rub my hair.

"Beautiful if not love of the time should be forced? I'm the kind of person who doesn't want to be forced to do the deck. Whatever doesn't fit my heart, then I'll deny it" he added.

"Tadi kulo dicuekin mas, same him. Maybe he's jealous, so know kulo his wife's genengan." I let out my lips in light of the attitude of that woman named Wafiq.

"Is she?"

"Enggeh, even though kulo sampun put on a smiley face but he cuek mas. I'm dadine klejingan." I grumbled.

"Yes, don't frown. The beauty is gone later," said Gus Abdi while pinching my cheeks slowly.

"Terahe mboten is beautiful. Look forward to Ning Wafiq kae too." I said as I passed towards the bathroom.

"Jealous deck?"

I don't deny it anymore. I washed my palms and began to wander.

*

It.tokk..tokk!!!

"Gus" Nyai's mother's voice from outside the door.

I opened the door with a mukena. Just now my husband and I finished performing the dzuhur prayer.

"There is a guest" said Nyai's mother as I opened the door.

"Oh, njeh." I nodded and turned around to take my face off and invite my husband to meet a guest together.

Suddenly I became nervous because the guest in question must have been Brother Khalid and his sister earlier. Should I later. Would it be better if I just pretended to forget her.

I also did not dare to say it to my husband, fearing that later when he met he even discussed about me who had a crush on Khalid. Shame I will be.

"You know, if later genengan lyric-split klih former." threatened me as we walked towards the living room.

"Former nopo to deck, not former that's his name."

he said while embracing my shoulder. I took it off and walked two steps in front of him.

"Well, the living room deck isn't there." Gus Abdi cried when I turned the direction.

"Ndamelne wedang riyen mas."

(Make drinks first mas.)

A few minutes later I walked into the living room with five glasses of warm tea on the tray.

"I should have asked Gus Abdi to wait for me first" I regretted in my heart.

Arriving in the living room, Nyai's mother presented the glasses I brought. I bow my head not daring to look at our two guests, especially Brother Khalid.

"This is Abdi's wife" said Abah Kyai.

I approached towards Ning Wafiq sitting down and regretted it. To Brother Khalid I cupped my hands in front of my chest hinting to greet him.

I put on a smile that felt awkward to the two guests.

I could see that Khalid was dumbstruck when I saw him, I immediately lowered my head and immediately switched to take a seat beside my husband.

"Pripun kabare dek Hilya?"

Ask Brother Khalid, spontaneously all eyes are on him.

My heart raced with her fast. Why not pretend you don't know him, brother?

"Well, you know sampean gus?" Abah Kyai asked Khalid.

My husband is looking at me with a question mark.

"Know to deck?" Ask me.

"Dek Hilya niki was a kulo teng Madrasah Aliyah class sister, we were also a cottage" Kak Khalid explained.

"Oh yeah, I could be a coincidence. But instead of going to go to Jogja to gus Khalid?" Nyai's mother spoke.

"Njeh. after graduating Aliyah Kulo moved to Jogja while continuing buk lectures," replied Gus Khalid.

I can see the look on Ning Wafiq's face looks smudged. What's really going on with him. He showed his dislike for me. I understand that he must be disappointed because Gus Abdi did not want to accept their arranged marriage. But it's been two years, hasn't it? Does he still like Gus Abdi?

"Owh, then why do you keep silent, if you know this Khalid gus?"

Degg !!!

I was nervous to answer. What answers should I give anyway.

Finally I can only mesam mesem only respond to their questions.

"Authorized how to mesam mesem gur to deck?" Gus Abdi's whisperer.

(It's just a smile to the deck).

"Mboten. Maybe Hilya's deck has forgotten kulo." Sahut gus Khalid's.

Khalid's scroll, it turns out that he is also looking at me with a meaningful gaze. Immediately put my eyes aside so as not to meet him.

My cheeks feel warm.

Somehow gus Abdi suddenly clasped my fingers tightly without hesitation. I myself feel ashamed to show our affection in front of our in-laws and guests. Gus Khalid, who was looking at me, now turned his eyes after seeing Gus Abdi holding my hand.

Surprisingly I felt bad for Gus Khalid because of my husband's behavior.

"Should you pray dzuhur gus?" Ask my husband to Gus Khalid.

"Before Mas gus, the intention was to stop here in addition to the saturahim also want to ride the dzuhur prayer."

Answer gus Khalid.

"Alright, let's take you to the mosque."

"No need Mas gus, lhawong just to the mosque only mosok ya delivered. Besides, I've memorized the location of the cottage here."

"Wes to, nothing to let kulo interracial. The guest's figure was left alone. Let's not deliver!" Said Gus Abdi as he got up from his seat.

Finally, Gus Khalid accepted Abdi's offer and they stepped out together.

"Ning Wafiq pray here just ngggih." Ask Nyai's mother.

The beautiful woman had just been silent without talking to us.

"Nggeh buk," he replied as he stood up and followed Nyai's mother.

I asked Nyai's mother to help her prepare lunch for our guests. Although Nyai's mother knew that our guest had just returned from the meeting, but still he prepared a meal to honor the guest. The Prophet also advised us as his people to entertain guests as well as possible.

I lit the stove to heat the vegetables I cooked with Nyai's mother this morning. I took some plates and spoons from the dish rack and stacked them on the dining table. There are also many dishes so I don't have to bother cooking impromptu.

Nyai's mother poured the syrup into a kettle that was filled with boiled water, then he took the ice cubes from the refrigerator which was deliberately wrapped in a small plasti so that there was no need to break it when it would be used to make ice.

Ning Wafiq came out of the bathroom, I volunteered to drive him to the prayer hall even though it felt a little awkward. But I didn't expect him to subtly reject my offer.

"Mboten need to mbak. Kulo himself. Asylum memorized the place."

He also roasted away.

Yeah, nevermind. It's even good I don't have to bother driving her.

Long we waited for Gus Khalid and Gus Abdi to return from the mosque. Though Ning Wafiq had just finished since earlier. I don't know what the two of them did.

Until finally they both came, but there is something different from the look on the face of Gus Abdi. Suddenly he was silent a thousand languages.

***

"So, Khalid's the one?" Gus Abdi asked suddenly as I had just entered the room after the magrib prayer congregation at the musholla princess cottage.

"Hem? I-I mean p-pripun?"

I was surprised to hear my husband's question.

"His first love was sampean." He asked me but his eyes were on the book he was holding.

"Synthetic tyrose?"

(Who said)

"The man told himself that." He said again as he opened the book he was holding.

"The story of nopo mawon gus, eh, mas?" I panic.

"Everything."

"Everything?" My eyes widened.

I took a deep breath and said, "Forgiveness of the past does not matter either."

I walked up to Gus Abdi who was sitting on the chair next to the table where he used to read.

I hugged him from behind, my hands curled up from the back of his neck with my half bent position. I leaned my chin on his right shoulder.

"With mboten jealous right, mas?"

(You're not jealous, are you)

He just answered with a murmur.

"Saestu kulo sampun mboten gadahi feeling with Kak Khalid."

(Seriously I have no feelings for Brother Khalid).

"Now there's a brand of gold." Imbuhku again.

"If you knew that Khalid still loved you would you regret marrying me?" He said with eyes that glanced at me.

"Hmm?!" I was stunned to hear that.

"Why should I regret it, I'm happy with the man I love right now." I held my arms until our cheeks stuck together.

At first glance I could see a smile carved into the corner of his lips. He put the book in his hand on the table.

"But he still loves you Hilya." Lirih.

For a moment I was shocked, not expecting what Gus Abdi had just said.

The disconnection between me and Khalid's brother used to happen. Suddenly he did not contact me at all even his social media account was always inactive. I thought he was going to start his new life in a new place.

Why do I remember him. Clearly now in front of me there is a man who is my husband who also loves me. It is a sin to think of another man.

"Sir."

"Hmm?"

"Dreamy to? Think Khalid?"

"Mw." My Kilah.

"Honest mawon.."

"Honest beans ijo?" I laugh.

"Make a joke."

"Hehe.. Sis. uh, gus Khalid it's just the past. No need to talk about it.."

I switched to sitting on the bed.

"Why did you pretend you didn't know?"

"Yes.because.why?"

"Reverse the name, pripun to deck. dek.. said only if until grogi meet the former. Yeah, right?"

"Mbooten kok, genengan just the same as it was also visited by the former right." My protest.

"Different, deck. I have never loved Wafiq. Meanwhile, Khalid was the first love for Sampean. Usually first love is hard to forget and will be remembered forever."

"Even though remembered forever, it does not mean that love is still enthroned in there. Shit, gus. Mbonten needs to be discussed again."

Gus Abdi was silent. He picked up the book he read earlier.

I walked up to him again, knelt right in front of him and I looked at his face from below. He glanced back at his book entitled "Generating the Qalbu Energy" by Imam Al-Ghazali.

The book he was holding.

"Don't sulk to mas," I asked.

"There's a condition."

"Nope?"

"Sun first." He pointed at his cheek.

"Him!"

I kissed her smooth cheeks too, hoping to warm her heart that had frozen.

Then he replied by gently tucking my forehead.

"Take the wudlu there." His order.

"Why?" I scrunched my forehead.

"We tadarus together. Kulo who read the delicious sampean. The same thing, right?!" He smiled at the end of his sentence.

I nodded then got up and took off my face which was still stuck in my body. I stepped into the bathroom to get some water.

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