GUS IDOL

Sweet treatment of him

In solitude I walk with certainty,

Pick up the debris of longing in desolation, in desolation,

Touching the miss I held myself,

I have curtains that cover the veil

Looking for the figure of the man who ensnared my soul at the moment,

Confine him in a silent, desolate longing space.

Alright, I will follow the scenario devised by my Rabb. If it was time, I would have met him. May Allah be preparing the most beautiful moments for our meeting.

Every third of the night, I held up my palm, and asked if He was indeed presented to me?

and the more days the feeling I feel is more certain.

***

["So the mother of kulo came, so mboten had seen njenengan enter the princess cottage"]

["Yes nothing. Next time mawon"]

"Yes nothing but I'm disappointed kang.today my curiosity paid off". I nagged myself.

[Angsal asked for his phone number by deck?"] He sent another message.

[Angsal,] I typed in a row of my phone numbers. I smiled cheerfully, finally he asked for my phone number as well.

"Oh..!!!"

I flick my hands around my ears, the sound of mosquitoes buzzing is disturbing.

Not usually today a lot of mosquitoes roam, maybe because of the rain. What does rain and mosquitoes have to do? I don't know, maybe it's like my relationship with Kawulo wrestling. It's unclear.

["It's too late to go to sleep?"] He sent another reply.

["Where to sleep kang, from earlier attacked by mosquitoes. There are usually not many mosquitoes"]

["Wear the mosquito repellent lotion on deck, the cassian will bleed out"] I laughed reading the message.

["Don't worry, it's just a mosquito and not a vampire"] I added a laughing emoticon.

["Could joke too yeah,"] he replied again.

I was surprised because suddenly my feet felt like they were touched by a hairy creature. It turned out that when I saw a cat with a striped telon was rubbing his head on the soles of my feet, a soft snoring sound was heard from the cat.

I grabbed it and put it on my lap. As I stroked her body the sound of her snoring grew louder. I really like the sound of a cat snoring.

I activated my phone camera and turned on the flash.

Kvl.cekreekk...

I chose the best photo and uploaded it on the blue app with a caption that represents how I feel right now.

"Al - hubb fii shomti"

The cat was sleeping on my lap, its snoring sound like a symphony that calmed my current mood.

"Sir, what do you want?" I asked Rana and Mbak Nisa who looked like looking for something behind the flowers of the tongue in-laws in front of the dorm next door.

"The cat's daughter Guse mbak, sought after by mother". Mbk Nisa looked up at me.

"Cats? this one?" My hand pointed at the cat I was in. They both approached me.

"Hem..dicariin until nyungsep-nyungsep turned out here he was" mbk Rana ruffled her waist like a mother who scolded her son.

"Guse can't sleep if it doesn't kill this cat". Said Nisa while covering some of her mouth that was about to laugh.

they took the cat to Ndalem. I checked my phone, one unread message.

["samples to the princess deck gate, there's something there. Take it"]

I frowned, "what does that mean?" my inner.

I looked for my sandals and wore them walking towards the gate. Arriving at the gate there is a crackle hanging between the bars of the gate. I picked it up and checked, it contained a tube of mosquito repellent lotion and some snacks.

I smiled to myself, so much attention to me. But why not give it directly, instead dicantolke at the gate. Huft.maybe he's not ready to see me right now.

***

Today we have guests of several MTs students from the Ummul Quro Foundation, the foundation located near this pesantren.

They will carry out the activities of the romadlon hut for three days here. About 20 students will be staying. While other students are spread to several pesantren in this area.

Due to insufficient rooms, the students will be placed into one dimusholla. It also aims to make it easy for teachers to supervise their students.

It's fitting that Kang came to the princess' office yesterday, surely the administrators were interested in this activity.

With the activities of this romadlon cottage, for three days the activities of teaching for princess santri are closed. But not for the Qur'an ba'da ashar. All students and students of the school will participate in this activity.

Me, Mbak Qonita and mbk Shima helped Nyai's mother cook for breaking the fast and sahur for the girls. They will be invited to the ndalem kitchen when breaking and sahur.

Why do I help cook in ndalem, when I am still new here? Yes, because yesterday I had offered to Nyai's mother so that I could help her cook every day. And it just so happened that my first day started with Qonita and Rana's mom, but the two of them will only help as long as the ndalem guarantees food for the girls.

***

"Just...!!!" Indri came in a hurry to call me who was laying down on the bed.

"I want to talk but not here." Indri pulled my arm, I also got up and followed his steps to the back of the room. There was a glint of brilliance on his face.

"See this." Indri handed me a piece of paper, a wedding invitation paper.

I was stunned after reading the name written on the invitation paper.

"So I accidentally saw this invitation in the next room" said Indri explained.

"Muhammad Haikal Ar-rafi and Qonita Humaira"

Two names were engraved beautifully on the golden colored paper.

Yes, it turns out they are a couple who will soon get married next month, precisely after the Eid al-Fitr holiday.

"What is this, God, he already has a wife. Then why is he approaching me?" I lamented in my heart until without me noticing clear circles dripping in my eyes.

It was only right then when I asked about Kang Haikal on Qonita's father like he didn't like it.

"Don't be sad Hilya, maybe the man is not a Haikal kang" said Indri trying to calm me, now he hugged me.

I looked at Indri, my eyes looking sharply into his eyes.

"Then who? where could Gus Abdi. He's a Gus ndri, who wants to be close to a normal girl like me."

"A Gus is also a normal human Hilya, the degree will not limit human feelings" Indri held my face, looking at him seriously.

"Your parents are, you're friends. They could have agreed to your relationship." Imbuh.

"What relationship, ndri. We don't know the clarity yet. I don't want to expect more. Especially to Gus." Tukasku.

"Then find out now Hil," said Indri.

"Take wes. Think about it later. Mumet me," I went back into the room leaving Indri.

"Indeed balikin Hil, it's got mbak Fikri, ntar you torn again." Indri said while following me. I handed the invitation to her, then left the room.

Tring !!!

A notification of an incoming message from an unknown number. When I read it it was a message from the kang. I just remembered last night he asked for my number. Given the invitation letter earlier, I prefer not to return the message. There's a sense of tightness in the chest. Disappointed, my own fault for expecting more from him.

"Based on PHP guy..!!!" I cursed him in my heart, I pulled the blanket over my entire body.

***

Two days I ignored the message from him, dozens of stacked messages I did not open, both text and messenger.

When I met Qonita, I preferred to be quiet. Just talk when asked.

I often saw Haikal coming to see Qonita's mother while carrying packages in the afternoon before magrib, I thought maybe the contents of the food. There was a bitter feeling in my heart when I saw the sight. Fortunately, I was not in a room with Qonita's mother.

aat I open the blue color application, I open one by one my beranda notification. Someone commented on my photo post with the striped cat that I uploaded a few days ago.

There were some FB friends who commented, I replied one by one. I was stunned to see the name of an account that was at the bottom of the list, Kawulo Gusti.

"Favour cat." The words he wrote in the comment field.

Suddenly my eyes focused on her profile picture. A profile picture he hasn't changed since I've known him.

"Click" I pressed the profile picture so I could see it more clearly.

"It's the same cat." Mumbles.

"Why did I realize, yes,"

"So this is his favorite cat."

I continued to look at the picture, I was more convinced that it was the same cat because the necklace was the same.

"But didn't he say he just moved to this boarding school two months ago? Then why did he get this cat picture first?"

Questions came to my mind that made me even more confused.

I opened messages from him. The message was piled up because I didn't open it for two days.

["Any ta dek?"]

["What is it that my inbox has never been baled?"]

["Sepuntene lak kulo gadah wrong deck,"]

["Deck, Hilya"]

["Sir,"]

["Sir,"]

I don't know how many words "Dec," he sent, I didn't count so many.

Maybe he was worried because the message was unrequited.

["the agent can only have a fiance, it is better to focus on the future wife only."] I sent a reply, hoping he understood why I didn't return a message from him.

The phone rang, a call came in from a number that I had not yet saved his name but I memorized whose number it was.

To be continued