GUS IDOL
Gus Handsome is cute
"Ah, maybe just similar, there are many cats have the same fur." Thought.
The melodious sound of tarhim is heard from the mosque toa chanted by the kang hut, a sign that the time of breaking the fast will soon arrive. I rushed to the room to return the Qur'an that I had used for the one led by Gus Abdillah just now, then I immediately went to the kitchen ndalem to pick up my menu while I brought the clean plate I used for sahur last night.
Arriving in the kitchen I said my greetings even though there was no one inside. I put the clean plate I brought earlier onto the plate shelf next to the dishwasher. On the table eating the iftar menu for me has been prepared as usual along with a large glass of watermelon ice. Very kind to Nyai Maryam's mother.
As I was about to lift the plate and the glass, I heard the sound of footsteps. My gaze was fixed on the doorway without a door leaf that connects the kitchen room and the tv room, there was already Gus Abdi who stood up but immediately then he turned his body and sauntered away. I don't know why I feel like he's avoiding me, or maybe he's a shy guy, I don't know.
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15 Minutes left when isya' arrives. But my mouth did not stop yawning. Maybe because of the satiety, the rice sauce and roasted chicken and vegetables made by Ms. Nyai Maryam make me not leave the rice on the plate at all, as well as ice while I spend up the toilet. I don't know what possessed me until I ate so much today.
Immediately I take the water wudlu to quickly lose my drowsiness, then I prepared to go to the musholla by wearing a mukena and carrying the mushaf even though the Adhan isya' has not reverberated. Rather than me falling asleep in the room and falling behind in the tarawih prayer, I would rather have a tadarus in the musholla.
After the completion of my prayers tarawih and other mbak-mbak back again to the room and get ready for the study of mengesahi (give meaning of book of bald) yellow book of the first hour.
By still using mukena, I check my phone first, I open the facebook application and appear notification one messenger message.
A message from Kawulo Gusti's account about an hour ago.
"The crafts of the future angel of heaven, not yet isya' has gone to musholla."
I smiled in embarrassment. He is good at making my heart flower.
I sent a reply for him.
"Mboten kok, that was really sleepy from sleeping hunting to musholla mawon."
Uh, briefly. How could he know? Did he go into the princess's cabin?.
Before he sent a reply, I immediately typed in another message.
"Cock can know? Don't-don't you just sneak into the princess's cottage and keep looking, huh? hayoo ngaku, will not report to the manager loh." Sending message.
3 Minutes later, there was a reply. I haven't opened my message yet, Indri said.
"Hil, hunt get ready. Still wear mukena from earlier. That's the hape put first, say the same yayangnya connect later again after njai." Indri said while thrusting a pentul needle into her hijab.
"Which opo to ndri, wong is just a normal theme anyway." Answer me while holding in shame.
"Halah. temen ordinary kok every day chatingan sampek malem-malem." Indri said with a mocking tone.
"You're weird, you like people who are not yet clear how the person is, his name is you don't know". Another imbibing.
"She didn't want to tell me until we met her,"
"If you meet dong Hil, wes not era girls wait guys. Kesuwens. You said he was here too. This is Hil's chance," Indri explained. I am very open with indri, I share everything with him.
"No ah, fill it." I put my phone back, I'll open the message later. I took my hijab in the closet and got ready to teach. Indri waited for me while continuing to babble about Kawulo Gusti kang, someone I did not know directly in cyberspace. I only respond to indri with hamm hemm hamm hemm only.
2 Hours passed, the activities of this night ended. Actually during the activity hours that took place I slept more than "numb" because my eyes could not resist sleepiness due to the satiety of the iftar time earlier, more precisely nbg overslept. And strangely after the hours of activity ended my eyes became refreshed, my drowsiness disappeared instantly. This is the bad habit of students when teaching. Haha..
Upon arrival in the room, I first chat with my room friends while eating snacks and the rest of the iftar period. We joke like a family.
Although it is still a few days here, I and Indri easily blend with the students here because many are the same age as us. There are also some santri whose age is below us who are still sitting on the bench Aliyah and tsanawiyah.
Near this pesantren there is indeed an educational foundation consisting of Aliyah, Tsanawiyah and ibtidaiyah madrasas. But the Foundation does not belong to the Al-Kautsar pesantren. Some of the students who are still sitting in the education bench attended the Foundation because the distance was also very close.
I was reminded of a messenger I had not opened. Turn on my phone and I turn on the mobile data. I started reading the message, though,
"Don't su'udzon used to be the sweet Dek Hilya, earlier kulo there was a need in the princess' office, happened to see the road in front of the musholla."
Oh. I round my mouth. It is fitting that I saw Mr. Qonita and mbak Rana walking towards the office, they are both managers of the princess.
"Hem. ngoten. Njenengan nopo one of the caretakers son of kang?" I pressed the send button.
"Nggeh" he answered briefly.
"Well, it's only been two months here to be appointed manager?"
a minute there has been no reply, even though the status is still online. Is it possible that he overslept? I saw the clock on the corner of my phone screen already showing at 23:15. I continued my conversation with my friends.
And then shortly thereafter,
Tiing...!!!
A notification of incoming messages from Kawulo Gusti account.
"Hehe. here lack of deck management personnel, while other santri-santri are mostly still sitting on the school bench, the adults are just a little. There is no other choice."
I read while being bearded. Maybe he was telling the truth.
"Yok gek podo mapan, wes at half-hour 12. Don't wake up late." We turned to the sound, seeing Jihan standing in the middle of the door. He is the head of the dorm that I occupy.
"Snapje". We answered in unison and immediately cleaned up the leftovers and items scattered and went to each bed.
The night was late, but my eyes were still reluctant to be invited to sleep, maybe because I had been sleeping on my bed earlier. I am also still enjoying chatting with Kawulo Gusti's account. Chatting with him often makes me forget time.
Until the time shows at 2 am, there is no reply from him anymore without saying goodbye and his status is still online. Maybe he overslept.
