GUS IDOL
Open together in ndalem
Gus Abdi,
Now the narrow-eyed man was standing before me.
"Sampean pack his umbrella mbak". He gave me the umbrella he was wearing. The thunder of heavy rain made him raise his voice.
"Lha njengan pripun?" I also spoke half-screaming. He was silent for a moment and said,
"Antar kulo to the kitchen, keep her umbrella until you take it to the cottage."
I nodded, and we walked together under the same umbrella. Shame, too, but how else. It was raining very hard and it was late afternoon.
Arriving at the door of the kitchen Gus Abdi handed his umbrella to me, he went inside and I continued to walk towards my dormitory.
Gus Abdi is no longer there beside me, but the smell of fragrant each attached to my heart. Even in the handle of the umbrella that I now hold still smelled his fragrance.
"Astaghfirullah's. Why am I like this" my mind says. At first I was always disturbed by this fragrant smell every time Gus Abdi taught in the princess lodge. But why am I now being fascinated by him.
Arriving at the dormitory I put the umbrella in the open and then I went inside. When I entered I was shocked because all the residents of the dorm were standing huddled behind the black glass window next to the door I entered.
I saw some of them whispering and waltzing away into the room. But there were also some of them who cheered me on, too,
"Ciyeee....!!!" Sahut them simultaneously.
"What's wrong with mbak?" I'm confused too.
"So Gus Abdi ya Hil?" Indri speaks for others.
Surely they were peeking at me, considering that my dormitory was straight in line with the ndalem.
"Just minjemin doang umbrella."
"How does it feel to walk together like Guse?" Ika asked with sparkling eyes, she is the youngest santri among us.
"Wae's habit." I stepped into my room.
They followed me and lined me with questions that made me feel like I didn't want to answer them.
I opened my wardrobe and picked up a stel.
"If only I had been in the position beside mbk." Mbk Nurma looked up at the ceiling. Maybe he was imagining being rained with Gus Abdi while singing an Indian song.
Suddenly I felt bad about the whispering mbak-mbak and left just like that when I just came.
Understandably Gus Abdillah is their idol Gus, surely they feel jealous or envious of me.
After taking clothes from the closet I immediately went to the bathroom to immediately avoid the mbak-mbak who was kepo in my room.
The rain stopped when I finished fasting after the ashar prayer. It still left a small drizzle of the gray sky.
The short rain but also chalked up short memories that plagued my mind at this moment.
The bell rang, even though it was 20 minutes late because it was blocked by rain earlier but all that was filled by Gus Abdi this afternoon was still carried out.
"Guse the phone he said still njai, not off." Said mbak Qanita, she is the lurah of the princess's cottage here.
***
["Sir, Abah wis ndek ndalem's mother, you come straight here."] I read a short message from my mother.
The sound of tarhim was heard from the toa mosque of the son's cottage. I took the umbrella that Gus Abdi had lent me and went to Ndalem.
I saw my parents' simple car parked at the side of the gate. I went to the kitchen first through the back door because I wanted to put an umbrella first, after that I went back to the front because I saw the front door ndalem open, my parents must be in the guest room right now.
"Assalamu'alaikum" I said hello and went into the house. In the guest room there was my mother and Nyai Maryam's mother talking.
"Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullah." The two women answered my greetings.
I walked over to Nyai Maryam's mother and experienced her, then I turned to sit next to my mother and regretted it too.
"Abahe where's buk?" I asked my mother.
"The son's guest room" my mother replied.
"Your clothes are still in the car, taken later." Another imbibing. I'm nodding.
"Later to break the fast together here you know Rum, with his daughters all" said Nyai Maryam's mother.
"Well, it's a ngerepotin njengan ma'am" replied my mother.
"Can I cook to Hil?" My mother looked at me.
"Saggeh saget to buk, teng hut is used to cook really" I sing my lips, They laugh together.
We are welcome to the dining room because the breaking time is coming soon.
I helped Ms. Nyai prepare the food we cooked earlier. I poured the Fruit Ice into the glasses that Nyai had prepared before.
Kyai Dzulqurnain and Abahku came, followed by Gus Abdillah. They take their own place.
Bedug has been sprinkled, adzan magrib echoed. We started iftar with fresh fruit ice containing watermelon, melon, pineapple and kalang kaling. After refreshing the grace, we perform the magrib prayer first before eating a heavy meal. We prefer to congregate in the house, the place of prayer is quite spacious.
After the prayer, Gus Abdi and I came out of the last place of prayer. While I was still folding my face, Gus Abdi who was about to leave the room flashed beside me.
"Gus" I called him. He stopped his steps without looking at me.
"Matursuwun, umbrellas sampun kulo wangsulke teng kitchen."
"Sami-sami." He answered without looking at me and left.
After I finished eating, I helped clean the dirty dishes and took them to the dishwasher.
"Mbk Rum, his son until he said he wanted to help me cook every day, but I'm not the one who asked, Mbk Hilya himself who offered himself." Miss Nyai Maryam. He put down his glass after finishing the ice. Then other glasses were collected.
"Ndak nothing ma'am, after all the genengan has been kind enough to give food to Hilya breaking the fast and sahur, it should be if Hilya help njenengan." Obviously mother.
"Yes, the sagep wae exercise let mbesok get used to it". Kyai Dzul said. I heard him startled to the point that the plate I was holding was about to slump, fortunately not to fall. While Gus Abdi choked while gulping water.
Nyai Maryam nudged her husband's arm,
"Change my name. groggy niku lho larene."
Me and Gus Abdi just looked down, while the others laughed. My cheeks seemed to be flushed with embarrassment. I don't understand why they said that.
After eating I was going to say goodbye to go back to my room, but my mother forbade me, she said she still misses me.
I took the initiative to take my mother to my Asram but Nyai's mother forbade it. We were told to stay on the ndalem alone to accompany him while chatting. As for Abahku, he returned to the men's living room with Kyai Dzul. And Gus Abdi, I don't pay attention to him anymore.
Towards isya' I remembered something. Instantly I became anxious. Supposedly after breaking the fast I standbye waiting for the arrival of kang Kawulo Gusti who said he would come to the princess' office.
It's almost isya' and I'm still stuck here.
Why, O God, do you not answer all my questions. Maybe it's not time yet, and when?.
"So moody, why?" Mother's voice broke my daydream.
"Oh, no why-why buk, just satiety." I answered half a whisper in condolence to Nyai Maryam's mother.
My mother laughed at my words.
"If breaking the fast is about eating it, it will not be strong tarawihnya prayer". Tukas.
"Revenge the story" said Nyai Maryam's mother while laughing.
I smile withstanding shame.
Before returning home I invited my mother to pray tarawih just in the lodge with other princess santri. Tarawih prayers are led directly by Nyai Maryam's mother.
His voice is so melodious with the chants of holy verses recited with a very clear tajwid.
And who became bilalnya mbak Nurma because his voice was very loud and deft.
If the Nurma madam is being prevented, it will be replaced by the Alya mbak or Shima mbak.
I think with a bilal, especially if the voice is loud then tarawih prayers become more excited and avoid drowsiness.
"Al-kholifatul ula sayyidina Abu Bakr Asshidiq." the sound of the billal echoed filled the musholla.
"Rodliyallahu 'anh.." sahut other pilgrims are not less challenging.
Then followed by the sentence of sholawat accompanying the priest praying standing up.
This is one of the moments I always miss during the holy month of Ramadan. Especially if carried out in pesantren, the atmosphere of Ramadan is more delicious.
To be continued
