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GUS IDOL

The Part 27

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Pov Gus Abdi's

"Kulo suwun pardon ngantos Hilya ngertos nggeh Bah, Buk," I asked my parents when our guests had come home.

(I ask not to let Hilya be told yes Bah, Buk)

"Why? The important thing is, you didn't receive Kyai Hanafi gus' proposal." Answer Mother.

"Worried later Hilya even think like buk," I replied.

"Kulo was also worried that it would make Hilya's heart even more shaky." Imbuhku again.

"Mboten.mboten box. Don't think anything." Said Abah.

"Look, actually Khalid niku also has the intention to propose to Hilya Buk, Bah, they used to be close so I was worried that Hilya again liked Gus Khalid." It was my words that surprised both of my parents.

"Kulo knows about this directly from Kyai Hilya when yesterday drove him sowan. Gus Khalid came to Kyainya and asked to wave Hilya the fasting month yesterday" I explained.

"God, dadine." said the surprised looking mother.

"Untunge until the intelligence of Gus," said Abah. (Thank you not first).

"How is the Hilya trus?" Ask Mom.

"Brush buk, hopefully he is not tempted. Sampun kulo paringi mahabbah, mugi-mugi Gusti Allah ngijabah," explained my parents guaranteed.

(Let's go buk, hopefully he's not tempted. I have given you an omniscience, may the Gusti of Allah worship).

"Just Le, like a flower, Hilya is blooming. Many people like it and want to have it. Sampean do not give up just like that" said Abah.

"Nggeh Bah, insyaallah kulo. Realize that Hilya does not need to know about this so that she has no thoughts of retreating."

"Matursuwun nggih Bah, Buk. Mboten forced Kulo to marry Wafiq. Because otherwise Hilya would have left kulo." My neighbor again.

"Let's Iyo. Abah understood that. Besides that it's hard to persuade, stubborn, how can Abah force you."

I whined while rubbing the nape of the neck to hear Abah's insinuation.

"Sampun, kulo said to go to Mr. Hamdan's house first, it's too late niki." I pecked the backs of my parents' hands and rushed away because it was an hour late.

I really did not think that Wafiq would be this determined to force his parents to come home with a proposal for me with my married status. Although polygamy is not forbidden, but I never had the slightest intention to wish for the love of my wife. I love Hilya very much. One wife I have not handled well let alone two, at the beginning of the marriage as well.

I understand his feelings are so deep, but they can't be forced, right?

Although there are many who run forced marriages, but I do not want to experience it. After all, I married Hilya, we loved each other and agreed to this marriage, before Khalid came back to our lives.

Huft..!! I don't know why I feel Hilya's feelings have faltered since Khalid's presence. Whether true or not, I was just guessing. It could be, the old love that has not been stretched finally blossomed again. But unfortunately I won't let that happen. For me Khalid is only the third person in our relationship.

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PoV Hilya

[Sir, have you slept yet? Bukain pintu ngggeh. Soon to house.]

A message from Gus Abdi at exactly eleven p.m. My eyes were getting heavy I forced to stay awake until my husband came home. I waited for her while watching a movie from the phone I connected to the TV screen so I wouldn't fall asleep.

[Grandhop mas. Where have you been?]

Not even getting a reply from him again, there was already the sound of the roar of the car in front of the house. I immediately got up and opened the door for my husband, I welcomed him to the terrace.

I pecked the back of his hand and replied by him by peeping at my forehead. We were both smiling.

"Matursuwun nggeh is waiting for you." He said as he embraced me walking into the house.

"It should be in the pesantren only Mas, it's been this night. Wong just stay here."

"Where can I sleep if I'm not beside the side."

Her words that were advancing her face touched my cheek. I pinched his arm.

I turned off the lights before I went back to the room.

I immediately broke down because these eyes were already very sleepy. Gus Abdi went to the bathroom to clean himself and changed his clothes. Soon he lay by my side pulling the same blanket I was wearing.

Minutes later I was still not asleep, I glanced at my husband's face whose eyes were looking up at the ceiling. My eyes scoured his tears, as if he was thinking about something.

"What's up, Mom?"

"Hmm?" Instantly he looked at me.

"There's nothing, it's been a night of babuk," he replied later.

I inched closer to my body and hugged it, lifted up his arm and I laid my head on it, and closed my eyes until I fell asleep.

*

My eyes crept when Gus Abdi woke me up for qiyamul lail. He was neat with his sarongs and coke shirt, only he had not yet used his coffee. I rubbed my eyes to make it open wide and immediately went to the bathroom to get water.

The coldness of the water instantly made my drowsiness disappear.

I set up tahajud prayer when my husband was already cross-legged twisting his prayer beads.

"Kulo dido'ain nopo mas?" I asked when Gus Abdi blew my tubers.

"Secret." Answer with a dirty smile. I'm thieving.

"You know what?" Ask. I'm nodding.

"Love the wages first." Say again. Instantly my heart rippled.

"The slopes of Nderes lho Mas." I said trying to avoid.

(Not yet tadarus lho Mas)

"Later out the morning prayers." The whisper was so smooth that I could feel his breath touching my nose.

A second later we were both silent, only our eyes clashed with each other through the silence tonight.

***

"The data are all ready?" I asked Gus Abdi who was buttoning his Hem shirt.

"Campoon deck. It's still in the bag."

I turned to take a Laptop bag lying on the table, inside there was a map containing family cards, diplomas, and some other letters belonging to Gus Abdi. I took the bag and put my files in it.

Today we will go to KUA to register our marriage.

We went with Abah.

Actually today is the first day of the start of teaching and learning activities at the Foundation where Gus Abdi teaches, but because our affairs are also very important considering the wedding date that is already approaching H day, H, so Gus Abdi asked permission to skip for today.

I'm so happy because the moments I've been waiting for are coming soon. I'm also relieved that Brother Khalid hasn't contacted me again. I blocked his number too. At dawn when I opened social media, there was a spam message because the sender was not yet friends with me. When I found out the account belonged to Khalid without a second thought I just blocked it instead of adding to the problems in my relationship with Gus Abdi.

As per Indri's advice, I must still choose Gus Abdi as my life companion. He said he'd rather see me marry Gus Abdi.

'And I accept him as God's chosen mate for me. God willing, He is the best for me even though this heart had been overwhelmed with anxiety, but now I have steadied my heart to step with Gus Abdi to carve the ark of our household.

I can feel Him a person who is able to guide me well, his gentle and caring and loving nature.

As for Mas Reza, I haven't seen him again after our meeting at the Mall back then. Hopefully he will also move on quickly so as not to bother me again.

After marriage I will be taken to my husband's house, I've been 'jagakne' to help Nyai Maryam's mother take care of the princess boarding school. So there's less chance of me meeting Mas Reza again.

The next day we returned home to the boarding school, besides because Gus Abdi had to start teaching, the boarding school will also begin soon, all the santri had many who left even though there were a small number who arrived late 1-2 days after the specified time.

I will be assigned by Nyai Mother to supervise every santri princess activities, discipline the wayward santri and who like to skip teaching activities.

Her mother said that she usually if she had time to check every corner of the boarding school to find out if there are santri who are truant and hiding. If anyone is caught, they will be punished according to the rules.

In addition, I will also fill in the sorogan of each ba'da magrib along with several other ustadzahs. I also took over Tajwid's lessons in 2nd grade Ula replacing Qonita's mom.

"Ciye..!! Ning Hilya...!!" The boisterous sounds of santri-mak teased me when I visited the dormitory where I used to live. I was embarrassed to respond to their attacks.

"Eh, Mbak Hilya looks even more beautiful, iyo right?" Exciting mbak Hasna roommate.

"His name is also a bride, he said the woman who is getting married is occupied by an angel so it looks beautiful and shining," said Shima who made me blush more.

"In addition to that other factor is because the bride is feeling happiness that is matchless so her face is more shining. Try it, until the right samples again sad sure the light of his face looks dim unsightly." Imbuh mbak Riska's.

"Especially if her future husband Gus Abdi must be happy double-dobel even triple yaa..!!" Sahut Ika which was greeted with laughter other mbak-mbak.

"Wes is mbak, from earlier nggudo I ae mbak-mbak iki," said I timidly.

"This sample makes the heartbreak of all the mbak-mbak hut that is here. The wedding day of sampean and Guse will be a national heartbreak day."

They don't stop chattering teasing me, I can only respond with a smile.

*

Ba'da Ashar Gus Abdi invited me to go to the printing press to order an invitation. The place is not too far away, it only takes ten minutes to get to the printing place.

Gus Abdi took out a white matic motor from the garage, without being asked I immediately climbed in the back seat.

I clung to his cloth but Gus Abdi grabbed my hand and directed him to embrace his waist.

"Yo mbok sing friendly little," he said. I just smiled in response.

The motor was traveling at a moderate speed, occasionally I leaned my head on my husband's shoulder. For the first time I was riding a motorcycle by him, and it turned out to be more impressive than riding a car.

Arriving at the printing place we immediately wondered to the shopkeeper, a man who was the same age as Gus Abdi. then we were shown a pile of invitation samples with various motives.

"This is what is more trendy now Mas," said Mas mas shopkeeper, his hand shows an invitation whose cover is plastered with a photo of the bride and groom, more or less like a preweding photo. I looked at my husband.

"Come on the deck" he whispered in my ear.

"Other Mas," I told the shopkeeper.

I went back to sorting out the other samples, until our choice fell on an invitation that was modeled like a yellow book.

"When can I take it?" Ask Gus Abdi.

"God willing, three more days to be Mas." He also submitted a note of proof of payment after we handed over the DP money.

"What do you want to stop by?" Ask Gus Abdi.

"Where?"

"To that place, the edge of the canal. Usually if an afternoon like this there will be a lot of people there."

"Byeah" I said.

Gus Abdi also drove his bike to the place we had visited first on the first date.

There are already many people who enjoy the view this afternoon on the edge of the river that when viewed from the greenish color of the water.

On the outskirts of the highway also lined street vendors who sell a variety of food and drinks. As I recall when I came here there were no sellers.

"They opened the stalls from late afternoon until the evening of the deck" Gus Abdi explained as I asked why we had not met the merchants. No wonder we were here almost noon.

Seeing the empty bench, I pulled Gus Abdi's hand and immediately occupied the bench before the others.

Most visitors here are teenagers with a group of friends, there are also a pair of young people who are either dating or married, there is also a husband and wife who bring children who are still small.

"What do you want?" Said Gus Abdi who offered me.

"Gus's drink mawon."

Gus Abdi walked towards the vendor's stalls on the roadside. A few minutes later he came back with two plastic cups of the drink and a packet of grilled sausage.

"I'm less happy if there's no snack." Said Gus Abdi.

"The invitation that there was a picture of him was actually good you know Mas," I said after sipping my drink.

"Later if someone has a crush until the photo trus sampean stored out it is stored on a platelet or stitched how?" Answer Gus Abdi.

"Na'udzubillah, let us not deal with such things."

"Some who would want to hook me, Mas" I said.

"Yes don't know. That's why you don't need an invitation to use all the photos."

"Hmm, just tell me if the genie is jealous, right??" I said as I looked at her cheek with the tip of my finger.

Gus Abdi smiled indicating that my accusation was true.

"You said you'd be jealous just wear santang santam all mas." Narrator.

"I don't want if there will be a bathangi photo until the crush. After all, it does not rule out the possibility, santet it does exist and is real."

"Ehm. Kulo manut mawon Mas."

"So from now on I ask not to upload selfies again nggeh deck, I just want beauty until only for your husband." Gus Abdi held my hand. I nodded and smiled at him.

"Thank you for the deck, for being my wife." He said as he kissed the back of my hand.

"Fortunate kulo Mas, I should be thanking you."

"The promise will be faithful. There will be no such thing as a second or even a third wife."

I smiled happily at it.

***

Three days before H day, au ushered gus Abdi home to my parents because later the procession ijab qobul will be held there, for a while we do not stay one house because Gus Abdipun still have to teach, for a while we do not live one house because Gus Abdipun still have to teach, H-1 then he took leave permit.

In my house there are many neighbors who gather for 'jawang' hajatan. Occasionally I join the frayers, it turns out that his mother Mas Reza was also present, I feel relieved because he is not 'nyatru' or hostile to my family because of my rejection of his proposal.

I called Indri, billed her promise to come to my wedding before the contract day. He said that tomorrow morning he would leave with his father.

Come up the next day.

I welcome indri on the terrace of the house, Indri walks through the ranks of chairs that have been arranged since yesterday afternoon. He waved with a big smile showing off his row of white teeth. We hugged like friends who had not met for years, but not even a month we did not meet.

I immediately brought Indri into my room.

"Capek huh? Bentar don't make tea first. The rebahan was there." Without waiting for Indri's reply I went straight out of the room and came back again with two glasses of warm tea.

When I just got to the front of my mother's room, I heard a screaming voice that came from my room. I saw Azam as if he had just closed the door of my room from the outside, his face was pias.

"What's wrong?" I asked Mas Azam.

"I think the one in that room is you Hil. He was shocked when I opened the door."

"Not anything, is it?"

"Yes not, ngawur aja you," snorted Mas Azam while passing away. I laughed.

I opened the door, I found Indri standing in front of the mirror while combing her long, beautifully unraveled hair.

"Who the hell, it was Hil, open the door without permission fitting me again do not wear the hijab again, mengeselin will be. I look like him."

"Mas Azam" I replied, who was putting a glass of tea on the table.

"Mas Azam your brother?"

"Yes, who else."

I could see Indri like a smile but he could stand it. Even though he showed his frustration, but he could not hide the smile and was engraved on the corner of his lips.

Surely he was amazed by the responsibilities of Mas Azam.

***

The awaited day has arrived, the most thrilling day of my life, even though I and Gus Abdi have been married in series but still I feel groggy before the marriage contract takes place.

Today I am wearing a light purple syar'i wedding dress with a hijab that blinds my chest. Khimarku framed a bouquet of fragrant jasmine flowers typical of newlyweds. My hands are also decorated with white mehendi.

Today I hope Gus Abdi will be pangling with my appearance.

The sound of tambourine music tabuh began to be played with sholawat badar chants welcoming the arrival of the bride and groom's entourage. Accompanied by Indri, I came out of my room to the guarantee where the ijab qobul will be held. There was already Gus Abdi sitting in front of the ruler waiting for me to sit next to him.

It was as if all eyes were on me at this moment. Indri led me until I sat beside the man who would become the Imam of my afterlife.

"Qobiltu wedlock watazwijaha Hilya Assyafa'ah bint Umar Said bimahrin madzkurin haalaan..!!"

My tears were dripping, mixed feelings between happy and sad, sad because after this I will be separated from my parents and will live with my new family. The responsibility of Abahku kiini has been taken over by my husband, Gus Abdi. Now that I'm dedicated to my husband, my paradise is now on him.

THE END'S.

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All women before they get married, must have experienced the so-called dilemma between choosing a prospective life partner. Be it a beautiful woman or a mediocre one, there will definitely be more than one man who comes to propose to her.

And strangely, when there is only one man who came to propose, then in the near future there are also some other men who also have the same intention, even those we do not know though. Though previously no one showed these gels.

In this position we as women so go awry yes, when our choice has fallen on one of them, then other men will be offended, later we are considered to look physically or hold a wallet. But we will choose what is in accordance with the heart and one chemistry, right? As Gus Abdi said, feelings cannot be forced.

(What about thor?) Maybe yess mayne. Hehe..

So up here, yes, the starbung "Idola Gus", if the length later even become like an unending indo soap opera. Sorry because this last part uploudnya long because there is a technical disruption.

Thank you for taking your time to read my first book. Sorry if there are still many shortcomings in terms of language, writing, and the course of the storyline, the understanding is still prime. May we meet again at another barn.

Jazakumullah khoiron.

By: Nihayatun Ni'mah