GUS IDOL

Could He be the One?

GUS IDOL

[part 5]

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"Kang !"

The man did not look even though I called many times. He walked in front of me holding my hand. I really wanted to see his face but he didn't want to look at all. We walked among the expanse of thousands of dendelion plants, the wind that blew making the petals of the dead dendelion flowers fly to my cheeks and stick in my veil.

"Kang !"

As he turned his eyes suddenly glared at the light that was out of nowhere.

"Yourselves...!"

I heard indri and my body felt like it was shaken, I was forced to abandon my dream.

"Wes arep at dawn, you're not sahur?" Indri now pulls my blanket.

With a sigh I immediately woke up and saw the clock on the wall had shown at three past 40 minutes. Imsak in less than 15 minutes

"Astaghfirullah..!" I rushed to the kitchen without washing my face first. Because I slept late I became late sahur.

When I went into the kitchen, Gus Abdi was also taking rice from magicom, for a moment our eyes clashed with each other. I was worried that I would stay where I stood. Gus Abdi was about to leave with rice that had not been given a side dish.

"Wait for Gus" my voice stopped in his tracks.

"Kulo get out first. Monggo njenengan mendet sahur rumiyen." I went out the kitchen door and waited for a moment until Gus Abdi finished taking his meal.

But without guessing the white man came to me with a plate of rice and side dishes and thrust it at me.

"Imsak time until mepet. Cepetan sahur mbak."

After that he left. I was able to make it. Tumben ?.

***

"Assalamu'alaikum"

I was standing right in front of the open door of Qonita's bedroom. The room is in the dormitory next to my dorm room.

"Wa'alaikumsalam"

Answer some of the students who are in it.

"Sir Qonita, can you have a minute?"

That wretched-eyed girl came up to me. We sat in front of the dorm.

"Ehm. ibbak. I'd like to ask you. Last night ba'da magrib was there a kang cottage that came to the princess' office?".

"There was. Why?" Ask wonder. Actually I hesitate to ask this question afraid of thinking there is nothing.

"Who's mbak?" Askaqua.

"Gus Abdillah and kang Haikal."

I repeat both names. There was a little pounding in my chest.

What is on my mind right now is most likely the account 'Kawulo Gusti' who had been chatting with me was Haikal kang, there is no way Gus Abdillah because of his attitude to me during our meeting was always indifferent, Impossible.

"What's wrong, why is that nanyain?" tanya mbak Qonita who instantly disperse my daydreams.

"Oh, no why - why mbk. Sampun mbak, matursuwun. Sorry to interrupt." I left behind a Qonita mum whose facial features showed dislike.

While waiting for the bells, I sat alone on a stepping stone in the front of my dorm.

Kang Haikal is an ustadz who teaches the book khuquz zaujain, a book that explains the rights of husband and wife. And the first hour of the morning was the book. It means Kang Haikal will be here soon, will wait and see him from here.

Soon the bells ringed, all the santri flocked to the book and Hi-tech pen respectively. Indri invited me to musholla immediately but I told him to go first.

I saw the Haikal kang emerging from the east of the ndalem, I immediately stood up and stepped towards the musholla. I hope that when he gets to the musholla page I get there too so that our distance is a bit close, I just want to know what his expression is like when I see him to make sure he's the one or not.

When I arrived at the musholla, Haikal's kang caught a glimpse of me and his gaze straightened back. He kept walking towards the north side door of the musholla, and his expression was ordinary.

I was a little disappointed to see Haikal's kang expression was mediocre when I saw him. Or maybe because he's shy or nervous? But from the look of his face did not show it all. Maybe it's not him?

'Kawulo Gusti' his attitude was always sweet and attentive. Every letter he had strung together in a sentence was able to melt my frozen heart.

Five times a day he always reminds me to pray on time and tadarrus even if only one verse. I was already comfortable with him, my heart and feelings were already attached to his religious, caring and sweet figure. My feelings are sincere even though we have never met.

***

"The sweet Haikal is Hil?" Indri was a little surprised to hear my words. I told indri everything.

"Mineral water kali, there is sweetness" he said.

"You're sure he's the one? But how could he be mediocre when he meets you." Indri said astonished.

"Maybe he's groggy or ashamed, it's only natural that we haven't met." I convinced indri.

"It may be, but there are two possibilities Hil, one possibility is Gus Abdillah."

"No way indri, you don't remember what time we met Gus Abdi first." I was a little insistent this time, the figure of Gus Abdillah was very far from my thoughts about 'Kawulo Gusti'.

"Yes.iya I remember." Indri poked his lips.

"But.." I hesitated to continue my sentence.

"But what?" Sahut.

"No, it's nothing."

I remember what happened last night, when Gus Abdi took food for me. Actually when my feelings suddenly turned strange, there was a slight sigh in my chest.

"Astaghfirullah.why are my thoughts going anywhere?" My cry in my heart.

"Ask Hil instead of being curious." Said Indri who broke my daydream.

"All right." I grabbed my phone that I had placed on my pillow, I opened the blue app with the "F" logo".

Just as I was about to tap on the messenger logo, suddenly my eyes were fixed on my landing page. At the top was a post from a person I knew very well, Kawulo Gusti.

["The light of your eyes is able to bring light to life in my life. Can I look at it again?"]

Who is this for? Could this write for me?. Judging from his sentence I interpreted that what he meant was our meeting earlier. My cheeks suddenly felt warm, I smiled to myself.

Indri peeked at my phone screen, I spontaneously covered it.

"Smiling by myself don't invite, '" Indri sulked, I giggled.

I put a love sign on the post, then I switched to messenger.

My thumb started dancing on the keybord of the phone screen.

["Ciyeeee. tumben with status update. Romantic status, who is it for?"]. Undeliverable.

It didn't take long for a reply from him.

["For someone who has given me the color of my life for the last five months."] The sentence ends two pepsodent tooth smile emoticons.

Oh, Allah. My cheeks are no longer warm, but they are hot. I think my cheeks are now turning red.

"Tuh, right. Smiles from now on. I'm dicuekin. Yes wes, I took a nap. Don't forget Hil, tanyain !" Indri warned me as he climbed up our bed ladder.

"Yes.iya bauble."

The hour hand shows at 11.00 noon, this is indeed the time to take a nap or commonly called Qilolah. The atmosphere of the dormitory is deserted, all the santri must have been asleep on their respective pillows. Moreover, this month of fasting, weakness mixed with hunger and thirst will certainly feel good when used for napping.

Let them all sleep, I still want to chat with the mysterious man at the end.

["Kang, I want to ask you something."]

["Ask what deck?"]

I don't know, every time I read the word 'deck' my chest feels rustling.

["Tadi kulo asked Qonita about who came to the princess' office last night"].

["Oh, huh? Means sampean already know, kulo sinten."]

Alright I'll go straight to the point, according to Indri's advice.

To be Continued 💚