GUS IDOL

Reveal a fact

I chose to ignore his phone even though my phone was ringing twice.

But suddenly I was surprised to remember something.

"Cat?"

I just remembered that the cat belonged to Gus Abdi, his beloved cat who said Nisa gus Abdi could not sleep without the cat.

"Oh Allah..!" I called spontaneously.

My phone is still ringing, I look at the number on the screen. I shifted the green button, though,

"Assalamu'alaikum."

Degg !

There was a strange man's voice coming from the end of the phone. The same voice as the man who every afternoon fills the Qur'an dimusholla. I am very well-known for his voice.

"Wa.wa'alaikumsalam" suddenly my tongue became mute, my hand squeezed the tip of my hijab.

I was sitting in the front of the dormitory, fixated on seeing Gus Abdi open the front door of the ndalem, saw him standing looking straight at me. The position of the ndalem and the dormitory where I live are indeed facing each other, only 20 meters away

He must have seen me here since that glass window.

"Kulo wants to talk" he said seriously. He stepped forward and came down from the terrace.

I lowered my phone and stood up and stepped into the dorm in a hurry.

My chest went up and down, my cheeks felt warm, and my palms became cold.

The atmosphere of the dormitory is very quiet, maybe the other princess santri has fallen asleep because now is the time to qilolah or nap.

I peeked out from behind the black glass window, Gus Abdi was still standing there with his phone still stuck in his ear.

I glanced at the phone screen, the call was still connected.

"Hello. hello.." I heard a voice coming from my phone.

I pressed the red button, call disconnected already. The heart was still beating rhythmically, I was at a loss as to what I should do. I really did not expect that the mysterious man I love was Gus Abdillah, son of Kyai where I studied in this month of Ramadlan.

My phone rang again, Gus Abdi called again. I'm re-rejecting his call. I'm really not ready.

Triings !

A message came in, I opened it.

["Sampean must have misunderstood, kulo dereng gadahi fiancee deck,"]

I had misunderstood Gus, because I thought that man was a Haikal kang. I'm sorry Qonita, I was wrong to be jealous of you. It turns out I've got the wrong guy.

Gus Abdi went back into the house. I was looking for Indri but it turned out that she was sleeping. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the screen of the phone that was still on. I just understood the meaning of the account name 'Kawulo Gusti' which in Arabic means Abdullah or Abdillah.

I thought about what would happen after this and what I should do if I met him later.

***

This morning is the last day for the students of the Ummul Quro foundation to carry out romadlon cottage activities, they will be picked up by their parents. I saw Gus Abdi and some other teachers seem busy taking care of his students. Gus Abdi is one of the teachers of the foundation. I heard this from Nyai Maryam's mother back then.

I often pay attention to the teenage girls often talk about Gus Abdi and if gus Abdi comes they seem to be competing for his attention.

It turns out that not only in pesantren, at school he also became an idol of women.

I still ignored her messages and phone calls, and the shame is so overpowering to me right now. Deserve me?

"Well, what do I say, you still can't believe." Indri said after hearing my words.

"Yes, I don't think he's the one. You remember when we first met him. Her attitude is really annoying." I was washing my lips.

"Yes, too, Hil, why is that so?" Indri seemed to be thinking seriously. I lifted both my shoulders.

"Don't let him have a double personality. Sometimes good sometimes nyebelin." Indri speech carelessly.

Indri.

"Kok you're avoiding? Isn't it yesterday that you insist you want to see me?" Indri protest to me.

"Ndri content, not PeDe taste. He's the sky I'm the earth, there's always a distance between us." I said softly, I bowed my head withstanding the clear grain that was about to fall.

"Don't be sad, dong Hil, I'm going to be sad." Indri rubbed my back.

"But try to talk to him first Hil, pity also gus Abdi." Another imbibing.

I was silent thinking of indri's words, my mind glared far away. Suppose that me and Gus Abdi like each other then would Abah Kyai and Nyai's mother approve? If they don't approve, it would be a shame for both of my parents. Our parents are friends but that doesn't mean they're going to be setting up their son with a girl like me.

I'm not a son of a Kyai. Abah and my mother were just teachers for the children around our house. Only placed musholla relics of my mother's parents, they sincerely share knowledge without any reward.

For a while I prefer to avoid it first, who knows later he will forget me.

***

"Sir, let's not cringe yo. Abdi likes it half mateng." Tell Nyai Maryam's mother to me who is frying tofu.

"Snack." I took a serok then raised tofu which seemed to be half-baked.

"It's okay if I call 'nduk'?" Nyai's mother placed a wide plate near me to put the cooked fried tofu.

"Mboten nopo-nopo bu, kulo even remen." I looked at him and smiled.

"Your mother doesn't want to ngunduh mantu nduk?" Ask Nyai's mother who was washing the rice in the sink.

"Slope, Mase kulo tasek mondok ma'am."

"Well, what's ready yet?"

His question left me a little stunned, until I became misbehaved. Mature tofu that I have put on the plate even I put it again in the frying pan. Fortunately, My mother did not see it.

"Slope." I replied hesitantly.

"Their age is opo ra ngggeh until the wedding wancine to nduk," Nyai's mother stepped closer to me. He turned off the stove next to me frying because the boiled water was boiling. Then he lifted the pot and poured the water into a magicom filled with rice.

"The slope of enten calone." I answered perfunctorily. Either wrong or not I said that. Nyai's mother laughed crisply at my words.

"Yo dienteni wae nduk, in a moment. When it's time to come."

"Snack." Answer's short. It's so shameful to ask questions about marriage. Especially considering how I felt about her son. I feel like I'm guilty for daring to love that 'Gus' man.

I have finished frying tofu, the other dishes have also been cooked all. Nyai's mother had moved from the kitchen and it seems she went to take a bath because soon the ashar adhan. I put the tofu that I was frying at the table to eat lined with other menus, then closed it with a serving hood.

When I was about to get out of the kitchen, in the middle of the door I almost collided with Gus Abdi. Our faces faced each other, I immediately retreated and lowered my gaze.

"Sir," he called her soft.

Oh God, my heart feels like it's going to hear his voice calling me.

I still did not dare to look at his face. I wanted to run away, but he stood on the doorstep covering my path.

"Sir, I.."

"Nuwun sewu I want to pass." I cut the conversation.

He was still in his place.

"Sekedap maleh adzan mangke miss jama'ah." Saying again who is still down.

He shifted from the doorway, I immediately stepped out with an unbecoming feeling.

"Sorry gus." I said in my heart. My footsteps were heavy, I wanted to go back and see him. I wiped the clear feathers that were glistening on my cheeks.

For days I ignored his calls and messages. Indri also incessantly persuaded me to return the message or pick up the phone but I did not care. My guts are not ready.

To be Continued 💚