GUS IDOL
Gus Khalid
GUS IDOL
The Part 24
At dawn my phone rang, when I saw my mother calling. He said I was told to go home today, later in the afternoon I will be invited to go to my boarding school to say goodbye to Kyai and His Mother and ask for do'a blessing for my marriage.
Gus Abdi who heard it directly when I called immediately nodded his head when I looked at him, a sign that he agreed.
"Kulo invited what ndak to his cottage until?"
"Can. But later the mawon genengan who told ibuk nggeh." My request to Gus Abdi that he ask permission to my mother-in-law.
"Simple, as long as there's a wage." Gus Abdi thrusts his cheek. I deflected it and immediately walked out of the room in a giggle.
*
I attacked the water to brew tea and also to cook rice on the magicom. While waiting for me to prepare four cups and then I put sugar each one teaspoon.
Then I took the rice in the container and washed it. Then my mother-in-law came.
"What kind of cooking sample today?" Ask Nyai's mother.
"Nopo nopo kerso buk." My answer is still busy washing rice while reciting the do'a in my heart.
"Seads that are in the refrigerator, yes, waiting for the vegetable maker is also still a bit unfortunate."
"Jeh."
Nyai's mother opened the refrigerator door and pulled out some vegetables inside.
The water that I boiled was boiling, I turned off the stove and poured it first into cups and the rest to cook rice on the magicom.
Intentionally use hot water so that the rice matures faster.
After pressing the "cook" button, I walked up to Nyai's mother who was sitting on the couch and helped her weed the vegetables.
"Abdi said he had told you about Wafiq to?"
"Nuggeth buk."
"Sorry yo, I haven't been frank since yesterday. Iha ibuk is worried that you are jealous or what if you know Wafiq is seneng ndek Abdi."
"Mboten nopo-nopo kok buk, no need to apologize, kulo sampun understand."
"My members don't need to know who Wafiq really is. Uh, even Abahmu didn't let them come by here." Nyai's mother said ended with a crisp laugh.
"Kulo nggih sampun suspicious buk. Ning Wafiq's attitude since the first meeting has shown that he does not like kulih kulo."y
"Hm, yes Ibuk also saw it yesterday. Understandably he must be disappointed with Abdi's refusal, while he already likes Abdi. To the point that he's a boyong from here so disappointed."
"His parents at that time were also very disappointed with us, especially with Abdi. Yeah, how else. Abdi's the stubborn one." Call Nyai's mother again.
I heard it was just the mangosteen.
"A lot of families have come here to wave their girls to Abdi but none of them are 'yes' to him. Until Ibuk was confused what kind of woman sakjane to coveted the same Abdi kok all rejected just like that. Therefore, it is known that Abdi likes the same until it is directly impervious to your mother. Ibuk already wants Abdi to get married soon so that someone helps Ibuk take care of santri princess." Obviously Nyai's mother.
"We and your parents betrothed you without a word. Said Abdi let you guys know first, he did not want to if until he felt forced to be betrothed. Let them both like it he said. Therefore, Ibuk advised your mother to send sampa njai here during the fasting month of yesterday. Let me arrange your meeting." Clearly again.
I smiled at my mother-in-law's words.
My memories instantly came back when me and Gus Abdi met in this kitchen. I hold back laughter because of the behavior of the old man who always avoided seeing me, groggy he said.
I was also shy of my husband. But now since marriage he has become so aggressive, even I who often deg-deg an when near him.
"This will be made soup yes nduk, there will be a chicken in the fridge." My mother said after the vegetables we cut were finished.
"Excite." I took the vegetables to the washbasin and took the chicken in the fridge and cleaned it.
The sound of footsteps came into the kitchen, when I saw Gus Abdi. He sipped the hot tea I made.
"Take some tea for Abahmu gus." Tell Nyai's mother who is peeling onions.
"Excite." Gus Abdi replied and then went with a cup of tea to be delivered to his brother.
Soon after, he returned to the kitchen. He fell on me and stood next to me.
"Can anyone help?"
"Mboten, can be alone. It's sitting sweet there. It's a woman's job." I said that I was holding tap water into the pot, then I snagged it on the stove. I took the chicken I had cleaned and started cutting it.
"Mas, don't forget to tell mom if we're going to go home to my parents." I whispered again in half a whisper.
"Lhawong has not been paid yet." Goda.
"Yo ndang, here!" I said while thrusting a piece of chicken head right in front of his face. Gus Abdi also covered retreat from before me.
"Evil!" He said who stepped away. I also chuckled.
"Buk, mangke kulo kalih deck Hilya wangsul to Pakan nggih."
(busy, later I and Hilya deck go home to Pakan ya.)
"What was told to go home?" Ask Nyai's mother.
"Peggih, ajenge to the boarding school deck Hilya buk, want the farewell boyong."
"If so bring oranges yes, then there are those who come here bring oranges one cardboard. That's next to the fridge."
"Excite." Gus Abdi.
The chicken I potted was finished, along with it the water I boiled was boiling. I put the chicken in the pot. Nyai's mother delivered the seasoning she had prepared, I picked up the cobek and began to buy the seasoning.
Nyai's mother took the tempe from inside the refrigerator and cut it to fry. This morning we cooked chicken soup and fried tempeh, not to be left as a complement.
At six o'clock in the morning, all the cooking was cooked. The last task is to wash the dishes.
Gus Abdi had not left the kitchen, he sat down to enjoy his tea while playing a mobile phone.
I gasped when suddenly Gus Abdi hugged me from behind.
"Mas, shame on your mother!" My protest with a little thrashing.
"It's busy already going deck," he said, which further tightened his embrace.
"Well, how about you come back here." I was busy washing dishes.
"Mboten.mboten."
I also let him hug me.
"Sir."
"Hm."
"I Love you". His whisper.
"Mukiyo!" My chirps.
"Banteng ngene kok dipadakne gombal mukiyo to deck." His protest.
I smeared her cheeks with water.
"Deek..!" his screeches. I also laughed.
*
At eight o'clock in the morning me and Gus Abdi left for my house in a car. Actually we are reluctant to bring a family private car so that Abah-in-law can still wear it while traveling. However, Abah Kyai still insisted he still had a cabin car that could be used at any time.
When I arrived at home I saw my mother dressed up, and Abah. Not yet had time to meet Mas Azam and Ubed, Mother had invited us directly to my boarding school so that the afternoon had arrived at home because later ba'da magrib mother there was a routine teaching event in our environment.
Two hours away we arrived at the gate with the words YPP. Roudlotul Jannah. Pesantren where I studied since I studied Aliyah. In this place, it is not the first time I was in the pesantren environment because I had previously taught in a boarding school not far from my home, but at that time I did not mondok settle, but 'sit' leaving for the afternoon home in the morning.
My mother and I walked into the princess santri area while Abahku and Gus Abdi went to ndalem putra. We brought parcels of sembako and also money in envelopes.
After saying our greetings were greeted by Umi Dewi Hasanah, the nanny of the boarding school.
After Mom expressed our intentions, Nyai's mother said something that made me gasp.
"Last month yesterday also someone came here to 'convex' until mbak."
"Umi Synthetics?" Askaqua.
"Alumni here too, his name is Gus Khalid. Kyai Hanafi's. He asked Abi to directly wave him to his sideyan mbak."
For a moment I was stunned to hear the speech of Umi Dewi, did not expect that Gus Khalid would look for me back. Even directly wanted to be disguised by Kyaiku.
But it is too late, now I belong to Gus Abdi.
"Because until the fasting month is not here, the plan after Lebaran when all the students return to the cottage, until they do not call here for me to ask directly, or else if betrothed to gus Khalid. But it turns out that by the way here already brought the husband." The Light of Umi Dewi.
A little bit of regret in this self, why did gus Khalid come when I already had another man. Deep down my heart says if only Khalid's gus had come before the presence of Abdi gus in my life, before I fell in love with my current husband. But all has been done, maybe it has become a sign of His destiny that my soul mate is not Gus Khalid. The man whose name was once engraved beautifully in this heart.
There is a sense of compassion in this man. Remembering our meeting yesterday, the first meeting after a long breakup, and that was when I was at my husband's house. I can't imagine how broken her heart was yesterday when she met the woman she wanted to be blessed to be someone else's wife. His hope must have been shattered instantly back then.
Until I felt my eyes begin to warm, my throat was choked. But I held on as much as I could so that my tears wouldn't fall, worrying that Umi and my mom would see it.
"Astaghfirullah, I should not regret it when I have a perfect husband like Gus Abdi. I should also think about my husband's current feelings. Wasn't marrying her my dream too." I said in my heart.
"Maybe you guys aren't fooling around. Kulo can only pray that the sampean family will be made into a family that sakinah mawaddah wa rahmah. Kulo pesen, until you become a submissive wife and obey your husband, because after marriage the wife's paradise is with the husband. The Prophet said, 'If I command a man to prostrate himself to other than Allah, then I will command a wife to prostrate to her husband'." Said Umi Dewi who made me submissive and permeate it.
"Snack." I answered with a soft voice.
After enough talking, we also withdrew from ndalem.
*
"See what time it's Hil." Declare mother. I also saw the clock on my phone.
"Hour 12 buk." I said.
"In the meantime adzan dzuhur, all prayers here only yo."
"Nuggeh."
"Sms-en Abahmu we go home after dzuhur prayer."
I nodded then immediately texted my Abah.
Me and my mother waited for the dzuhur time by sitting around in the emperor musholla.
The atmosphere of the cottage is very quiet, it is usually when before Lebaran all the students go home and will return after the 7th day, and now it is still the 6th day.
"Sampean know the man who was meant by Umi Dewi earlier? Who proposed you here?" Ask the mother who made me swallow.
"Know buk, kulo's upperclassman was also in school."
"Did she have a crush on you?"
I'm nodding.
"Samplean's date?"
"Mboten buk, yes just sms an. My mother said Hilya can't date."
"Lha piye, sampean getun opo ra rabbi karo gus Abdi?"
(continue how, you are not married with Gus Abdi)
I nodded slowly, my mouth unable to answer. My throat was choked again, I could not hold my tears fell.
The mother who saw me crying immediately hugged me from the side and rubbed my shoulder.
"Chatter your heart, mumpung you are still Ijab siri. I want you to be happy with your marriage. Don't let any regrets come after."
"Mboten kok buk, insyaallah kulo even sure kalih gus Abdi." I wiped my tears.
"Wes don't cry." Mom rubbed my cheek.
"We don't bring Mukena Hil, in the musholla is there?" Say mother again.
"There's no buk, just a moment no take to my gota'an first all sorted out."
(Gota'an \= room).
I also went to my room to pick up my face that was still left there so we could use it to pray later and also all of you to take care of my things that were still left there. I packed up my remaining clothes in the bag I had brought from home. I took the cardboard on top of the closet to hold other items.
A moment later the dzuhur adhan was proclaimed, my mother and I performed the dzuh6ur prayer alternately because there was only one mukhenya. Actually there is a mukena in the nursery left here but I did not dare to mengghosobnya.
After the prayer I called Gus Abdi but he did not lift it, then I called Abah and said that my mother and I were waiting in the car.
Soon Abah and Gus Abdi came to us.
"Let Abah drive alone gus," asked Abah while asking for the car keys. Gus Abdi handed over the key.
Gus Abdi who sat in front of me did not look at me for even one smile. My mind became riled up, was it when he was in ndalem son of Kyai I also said that gus Khalid had come there to propose to me. If so, it means that he is jealous right now.
I looked at Gus Abdi from behind where I was sitting. I can still see his face because I'm sitting right behind the steering wheel.
There was this tightness in my chest when I saw my husband ignoring me at this moment. But what was my fault that he happened to me like this, I don't want this to happen either. Does he doubt me now? Then what should I do so that he does not continue to be dominated by feelings of jealousy.
Just subsided from the Reza mas disorder, now comes the problem again gus Khalid. And my husband, Ah. He's very jealous.
***
"Change!" I went to my Abah in his room, there was my mother there, and they were talking seriously, maybe they were talking about Khalid.
I immediately went to my Abah to ask about Khalid's gus while my husband was taking a bath.
"So right now in ndalem Abi Yahya talk about anything?" Manyu .
Abah glanced at me and then looked back at me.
"So he said that there's a man who wants to propose to you." Said Abah.
Instantly my body felt weak, meaning right my guess.
"At first Kyai Yahya did not know that who came with Abah was your husband, after he said everything then he asked who Gus Abdi was. Abah also feels bad about your husband. He was quiet back there. So right home Abah asked for the keys to his car, afraid he daydreamed when driving." The light of Abah made my chest even tighter.
I immediately went back to my room, wanting to immediately talk to my husband and ease his feelings of jealousy.
When I entered the room, Gus Abdi was still in the bathroom. I waited for him by sitting on the edge of the bed.
Minutes later, the handsome man opened the door and exited the bathroom wearing a towel and a white t-shirt. He was riding his wet hair, smelling the smell of shampoo and soap coming out of his body.
"Mas!" Call me.
He glanced at me and walked towards the wardrobe. He took the sarong and the tee shirt and put it on.
"Why is it funny to mas?" Ask her.
"Mw." Answer's flat.
"Don't be jealous." I said without further ado.
She brushed her hair without answering me.
I got up and stepped closer to him, I hugged his tall body from behind.
"Cancel lo deck. Wisdom is wudlu." Ketus.
"Belvin. Later again, ashar is also still an hour away." My words that don't care about his rejection.
I did not take off my arms even though he walked here and there, I still stuck behind him.
Gus Abdi turned his body and sat me on the edge of the bed.
"Sampean must have heard, right, that Khalid came to Kyaimu to propose to sampean?" He said with a sharp eye.
I'm nodding.
"Yesterday when he came home I talked to him a lot when I drove him to the mosque. Especially what he was talking about was the sampean. He spoke as if he were the one who knew each other the most, he also said that you used to love each other the most ." Gus Abdi spoke with a tone of emphasis that made my heart pound in fear.
"He also persuaded me to marry his sister because he could not bear to see his sister always shut herself down to reject the proposal of every man who came to propose to her. But after today, I knew that his intention was not only for his sister's sake, but also for his own sake. He must have wanted to take you from me. Because if you don't want to be combined, you must ask for separation, and it becomes an opportunity for him." He continued to look me in the eye sharply.
Abdi's gus eyes look reddened, he is like holding the anger in him. As for me, I can no longer hold back my tears that fall apart. My chest felt tight, my throat was choked, unable to say anything due to my current crying. This was the first time I saw her cry.
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