Jodoh Terminal

Curious

JODOH TERMINAL

CHAPTER 3

#The Curiosity

🍂I don't want to go too deep, dive into the ocean of wishful thinking. If later reality does not match expectations.I can save myself so as not to drown🍂

I saw him trying to get up, and then sitting with his back leaning

"Aarrggh" he said as he lowered one leg

Apparently his bluish knee was making him sick.

"Lay mawon Kang, if still sick. Don't force it" Aji said

But he still insists he wants to stay lean

"Wes calm down ae, I'm fine. Tomorrow will be healed" he said

'What?? serious injuries are said to be okay. What immune science he has, bloody wounds are not at all felt' my inner self

"If the wound on the body can still be sustained" he said while touching the bandage that had been wrapped in the hand.

"But the wound in the heart, it's hard to treat" he continued, then glanced at me at a glance and put his lips up

''Well" I was aghast, trying to digest every word he just said

Is that really what was said just now? I can't believe, He can say that, but hear why I feel pain in my heart.

'What was the meaning of what he said earlier, for what he said like this' My mind is still wondering

Aji and Arman laughed at her words. Siti nudged my shoulder, as if giving a code that her words were addressed to me.

I swallowed the saliva deeply, then threw a glance at the ceiling of the room.

'Such conditions still have time to funny' my curse

"Wow, this sample could be Kang, so the player is poetry now" Arman responded with a laugh until his shoulder was shaken

"Widiiihhh, rupane, there is a broken heart iki" said Aji as he closed his seat beside him

"Broken heart, broken heart, wong I just imitate the words that are often said by many people" he protested

"Owalah, kirain really broke Kang's heart" this time Siti joined in

Hearing it, I got clumsy. Confused what to say. I was just afraid of being carried away by feelings. Eh, wait! do not Ge er first.But of course his words are true2 addressed to me

"Loh, pancen really did my speech earlier, lapo kok even teapot broken heart stuff iki" he replied accompanied by his medok language

"Perhaps Kang, heartbroken to be left by the rabbi" said Siti then closed her own mouth

I nudged Siti's shoulder, twisting her eyes so that her speech is not clear.His tourist lambe habits are difficult to control, can2 unravel secrets that I have told you.'Siti' umpatku

"Loh, indeed sopo sing kate rabbi Ti" he asked Siti in wonder

"Anu Kang... Ma'am Oo..Ooo"

"Ooalahh lali I want to not iron Umik's clothes" I immediately cut off Siti's conversation

"Look back to ndalem's house" my words pulled Siti's fingers

When he wanted to ask to move, Umik suddenly appeared from behind

"Yes Alloh,Tirta .Jare let's tibo, not opo-opo to Le?" Tanya Umik gasped for breath then stepped forward nearby

"Sign Mik, Alhamdulillah kulo Mboten nopo-nopo" he replied firmly so that Umik did not feel anxious

That's how Umik, always felt was was was when bad things happened to his students, especially those who experienced was a ndalem servant whom he had considered like his biological son

Ahmad Tirta Nugraha's. Santri son of the family trust Abah Yai who is 3 years older than me.Nearly 10 years he served in daily tasks.

"Research, serve, derek Kyai to death" That phrase I often hear from him, as it has become a principle that is instilled in his life

His expertise to be a pesantren manager, very reliable.Disambi completed a lecture that remains some stage more undergraduate degree he will get

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"Kok iso to Le, tibo sampe babras bundas ngunu iku, lehmu bumpak bike want piye?" The word hasi introgates

"Wau niku avoided Mik's stone, but instead degenerated" he replied and told the incident very vividly

Umik nodded in understanding, He warned him to be more careful

"But want Seroja kok not kondo nek kowe mari tibo Le" suddenly Umik asked again

"Sign Mik ,ngapunten.kulo supeh" I replied briefly, I do not want if my worries can be seen by Umik

I try to be normal, as much as possible normalize my heartbeat, so that my nervousness no one can read

Hearing my name called, I felt increasingly tangled. 'why could I forget to tell Umik' my inner self-blame

As stupid as this is me, excessive worry even makes me uncomfortable myself.

"Umik wau's strung out synthetically?" I asked Umik with a little curiosity

True my guess, surely Ms. Riana told me

"Digowo ning ae Ta clinic, ben by medicine" Umik pinta told him

"Keep diurutno ben weruh nek onok sing injury" continued Umik again

"Mboten do not go to Mik clinic, mangke sorted mawon pon" he replied looking a little grin, maybe the pain was felt to be starting to present

"La nyapo ra gelem Le,ben ndang ketamban kok"tutur Umik did not agree he refused to be converted

"Saestu Mik, mboten need to go to the clinic.Teng the mawon masseur" his door refused the invitation

"Covered betadine mawon piyambak mangke" he explained again

"Iyowes, kanko ben dterno Aji karo Arman"tukas Umik

"Sign up" he nodded his head

It looks Umik want to step away , suddenly his steps stopped

"Bak Seroja, please take the rub oil at home, digawe nambani sikile Tirta kui, ben ora aboh" Titah Umik looked at me

"Ii..inggih Mik" I answered and then followed Umik from behind to the house of ndalem

Siti I didn't take her, I told her to wait in the room.Let's speed up time even more

Scrubbing oil curios bearing wasp stamp on Umik's hand, I said goodbye and immediately rushed away

The distance of the house ndalem with the room was not so far because it was still one yard with pesantren. It only takes a few steps to get there.It used to be the Madrasah Teacher's office space which has now been transformed into a mini library where the santri mutola'ah.

When I was about to enter, I heard them chuckle together.It seems like the three young men were joking with Siti

"Memange sopo Ti, sing mbok you mean, sopo sing arep rabbi?" Ask one of them whom I know very well his voice

I stopped and heard their conversation behind the door

"Emmm, what's up with you, kiro-kiro? Kepo ya Kang" Siti said as she pointed her finger at him

'Had Siti, don't let her slip tell me about my matchmaking' My mind is raging a little holding back the rage

Yesterday, I had a chance to confide in Siti, about it. He was the closest friend to me, always understanding my every situation, even though sometimes his behavior made him inflamed, and his mouth was difficult to let go, but he was very good and innocent. I hope he can keep my secret.

No one knows about this matchmaking of mine, that's why in the cottage is still cool ayem, there is no gossip that is timid.I can not imagine if this thing to evaporate to the surface, can I be a target for gossip material.

Most women want to have a perfect soul mate, be it dhohir or inwardly.Especially in the fields as a prospective wife of the son of a Kyai, much aspired by the Santriwati. For it is certain that his lineage of nashab is high

But what's wrong with me, as if I'm hard pressed to say agree.Some, I don't even know

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I immediately went in and gave the rubbing oil I brought.He reached out to take the bottle of oil I thrust .A little surprised to see my sudden arrival, seen from the look on his face and raising his eyelids

"It's Kang, the oil.Typically thin mawon because if too much later overheated" said my father explained

"Suwon ya Nduk" he replied with a sweet smile and I'm sure it will succeed in impressing everyone who sees it.

"Nduk" that's what he called for me. A call I think is privileged. Until I myself feel sad.I myself do not know why He called me that name.Because I know He called "Mbak" to friends my age or above me and only mention names if He calls friends whose age is below me, like Siti who is 1 year younger than me.

Starting from the first time I entered this pesantren.And still a student on the bench Madrasah Tsanawiyah.But not used to the atmosphere, I often cry if you remember Father and Mother at home. Being alone in the backyard is my way to neutralize the situation, because it feels not yet comfortable. Although many mbak mbak manager who tried to entertain me.But I still want to be alone first

There used to be still Mbak Arum, but because of his busy work at home ndalem, so rarely accompany me who still like ngalem

🌸I still remember clearly, how was my first meeting with Kang Tirta beside the terrace.Dry to giggle to myself if I recall it. A thing that became memory and still imprint in my memory until today🌸

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"Let's sit down to the dormitory, luwe ku.Awakdewe kan durung breakfast.wis hour piro iki"I asked Siti while looking at the wall clock displayed on the wall just above the closet

"Oh iyo mbak.wis meh ten o'clock, pantes wetengku koyo in the tabuh" Sahut Siti while grinning and indeed she can not resist hunger

"Maem sing akeh! Ben is strong in facing reality" he said with his flagship word

That's how he is.hobby once pestered

But the tone this time was a little different, again I was stunned made.Senak I glanced at him. I see the net in tears.

The truth of what he knows. Ah, the more dizzy my head thought about it

I stepped out, pretending to ignore what He said

"Sir" He called me again and made my step stop

"Nopo Kang" I said, looking back at him again

"Gak wes is not sido" he said, looking down and smiling at me

"Hemmm, must "get back I feel sorry for myself

His attitude is really strange this time, which is usually friendly always cheerful and invites me to joke.why now is different. It made me wonder what he was thinking.

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