Gusku My Husband (YES ROBB, Forgive Me Who Stirred Love - YOU. )

ch. 39. KANGENS,

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Jalal \= (long sigh ) before answering your question. May I ask one thing the same genengan tho neng Nabila ?

Nabila \= angsal kok gus.angnya want to ask what the hell gus ?

Jalal \= what reason do you prefer me to gus Umam ?

Nabila \= genengan khan know himself tho gus. Gus Umam who is. Nipun romo kyai son Ridwan Ahmad. Continues, kira2 is there any reason I to refuse tho gus. If I refuse for no apparent reason. Will it not even cause a rupture in the relationship between the same brother and father Ridwan Ahmad ?

Jalal \= oooowwwwhhhh, so I'm just making excuses.

Nabila \= mboten kok gus, saestu mboten.

Jalal \= continues.

Nabila \= mergi nabila sampun yaqin.

Jalal \= you know .... continue to make you yaqin niku nopo tho neng nabila ?

Nabila \= I was spoiled gus, but Nabila was not stupid.

Jalal \= means ?

Nabila \= when gengan talk introduce themselves. Nabila pay attention to how to talk genengan. Genetic motion, everything should pay attention. In fact, how the attitude of gus Umam who is so reluctant and very respectful humateng

panjengan. From here, I can draw conclusions. Like qoidah la ya'riful guardian ilal guardian. Only the guardian can know the guardian.

Jalal \= mean ipun neng nabila ?

Nabila \= arrrrggghhhh, mosok does not understand .. that is, only gus can know gus. So, if yaqin that genengan at least e have the same level with gus Umam. It could even be more than that.

Jalal \= (only silent )

Nabila \= gus..gus Jalal.

Jalal \= daleeeem.

Nabila \= kok nabila diemin tho.

Jalal \= mboten kok neng Nabila.

Nabila \= continues, why did not give an answer ?

Jalal \= (only diem )

Nabila \= ooooowwwwhhhh. Apparently, a Jalal gus. A Good Child, has no guts. I don't have the courage to answer my questions. Nabila disappointed dumateng panjenengan gus.

Jalal \= (just speechless, and can only say inwardly. Marginalised. If I had accepted it first. Then the dignity of your Abah and your ummi as parents falls. But. If I refuse. So your desire as a woman is broken. I'm not silent because I hate. I'm not silent because I don't have the guts. But I was silent. Because I don't want to hurt the people I love )

That night, kira2 at 01: early morning, jalal gus came out of his room. Go to the kitchen to make coffee.

After making coffee, gus Jalalpun brought the coffee to the stairs near the bathroom ndalem. Then climb the stairs to the end of the stairs.

There is a door in there slowly2. Keep coming out, and it turns out to be the roof deck of his house that is still cast.

From there there is another ladder that connects with the dormitory santri putra, but there is also another ladder that connects with the upper loft itself.

Which is usually when the day for clothes clothesline, but if the night is usually for grafting the santri.

Gus jalalpun climbed up the stairs until finally reached the upper deck of the dormitory santri son.

Stay kang ilham who is there, even then want to fold the carpet that was made on the seat.

Then held the same gus Jalal.

Jalal \= kajenge kang, mangke takemkeesane kang !

Ilham \= injih gus ..pangapunten2. (then salute gus Jalal and kiss gus Jalal's hand ) dalem nyuwun pamit riyen gus. Assalammualaikum says.

Jalal \= alaikumussalam warohmah then, sit there.

With a cup of coffee.His eyes far away glare at the star-studded sky.the breeze of the night was true2 ambushed silence.

Perhaps only the sound of the crickets chanting the tembang2 praise the divinity.

Then, gus Jalalpun began to say This eye reluctantly closed. Once you lurk from the window of dew.

What exactly do you want to see. What exactly do you want to hear. Beautiful words that you will never say hello to yourself.

Are you not tired of hope. Open your eyes, heart. And weep. Spill a mouthful of your grief.

The dream interlude has been wiped out of time. When does the full moon close the curtain of the night. This faint thought light radiated a hint of bias.

Not caught in love at the end of a kasmaran flower bud. The wilt is not plucked even though your woo saves the soul. The heart begins

unravel in a hand held cold halimun.

Brought the wind either to the wilderness said.

As for me, like an outcast humming old jokes incising wounds.

My love story in a firefly laugh. The twigs are also happy to see my suffering.

Only earth. And only earth. Putting pity seemed to want to dampen my sobs in his arms.

Nila, I miss you so much. Even though your body is stiff. Your voice is choked lips paled. That's the end of our love story. And shall I bring you a wreath on your tombstone.

The white seroja has sprinkled the fragrance of the red earth mound that enveloped you. And on that red ground. I'm trying to write our love story.

But baby, when the sky wipes it away with cloud tears. Because he didn't either

would if I remembered a little dream to be with you.

It has been a storm a season of the field of souls. And now... Smile, angel.

You have been quiet with your LORD. Do not be sad. For me the grey traveler.

Kasturi fragrances are still polished all over your body. I can't hug you anymore

even if it is just a shadow. The memories of the past I still hold close as warm as a star.

The wind that night was true2 ambushed

silent. Maybe only the sound of the sea crickets chanting tembang2 praise

divinity.

seriated.

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