Lurah Pondokku Candidate My Husband

26. KKN Health

I'm still mad when I remember what happened in Owabong. But looking at him who started crying, there was a sense of unbearability in my heart. Ah. My weakness this one is acute.

"I promise I won't bother you until our wedding day. But please, don't get out of the cabin. Your parents will be disappointed with you. Mas also can not be far from you" he said starting slowly and somewhat calmly.

"Mas promise, right? Don't terrorize my life anymore. I don't like it!" I said and went back to my room. Shame also feels like a spectacle of one cottage.

"What's the real problem? I'm confused about iki, Mba!" Nyai Bu who suddenly appeared in my room made my daydreams scatter instantly. Nyai's mom came in through the side door of the building.

"It's okay, ma'am, I'm sorry to disturb the comfort here." I feel so ashamed of him. Then he sat near me.

"Kang Ali is a good man. Don't hurt her, will you?" I can only nod. It's a shame that I told him about what happened in Owabong. I must, however, keep the honor of my future husband.

I was embarrassed myself, trying my best to forget that. It was him being so intimate with his sister Retno, and when he stole my first kiss, that I wanted to make an offering just for my husband. It makes my heart grow more upset to remember that.

"Yes, Mba Mba, please help Mba Nur to re-clean the goods. Don't get out of the cabin, all right?" I just blushed to hear his question.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, it's making a fuss." she smiled and left my room.

My friends finally helped me clean up the stuff I was packing. Shamefully felt. But how else? I can't stand all the terror he's got anymore. I can't relax with my activities. Especially now that I am a final-level student. There were many activities in preparing for my graduation.

"Thank you guys!"

"Mba Together. Let's just take a shower, then get ready to go to the mosque. Already mo Maghrib." said Aini to us.

I'm so ashamed, Aini despite being younger than me, but she can be mature and wise. Sometimes I think that Mas Ali is better suited to Aini. They are commensurate in the science of religion and maturity. Sometimes I do not think, wondering in my heart, why Mr. Lurah Pondokku it chose me to be his future wife.

We then disbanded and went to the mosque for Maghrib prayers.

When entering the mosque, accidentally met with Mas Ali. My husband-to-be that was a stormy day with me. He was silent, just looking at me. I feel unusual about his home. In a little bit, I'm getting used to him always interfering with my life.

Strange indeed huh? When being chased it feels hateful, when I see him quiet so, I even feel homesick. I went straight to the mosque. Shame if it becomes a spectacle again.

After praying, I chose to lie down, absent from teaching. Endah, Risma and Aini are seen teaching in front with Nyai's mother. Today there is a schedule for teaching the Quran. Routine schedule of every Maghrib prayer.

We are indeed very lucky to have Nyai's mother who is very kind-hearted. He came to our room and taught us. The number of princesses is still small. Only four people.

I decided to just sleep, tomorrow I have the KKN departure, so I have to prepare a lot of energy. I don't care about the situation around.

The next day I went to see Mr. Kiai again, now with his departure permit KKN, yesterday because of his permission was even out of the cottage. He originally wanted to go to KkN. I have now calmed down, at least Mas Ali has promised not to bother me anymore. So I can KKN calmly.

I gave a letter from the campus, after getting permission, I immediately went to the campus. By bringing the needs that I roughly need at the KKN place later.

"Goodbye cottage, at least for the next 40 days I will leave the cottage and stay at the location of KKN." With a light step I left, not having the chance to see someone from afar seemed to notice my departure with a sad look.

I may be among the future wives who are ungodly huh? Go for a long time, even not saying goodbye to him. My husband-to-be. Let ah, who told him to piss off by doing weird.

I was stationed in the area around Karang lewas. Close to campus. Only about 30 minutes if you use the motor.

There's not much I can tell you about my KKN, we live in the village head's house at the KKN location. Daily activities can not be separated from health counseling and other KKN activities.

We were about 10 people. There are majors in medicine, agriculture, MIPA, and Economics. We work together to succeed the KKN program that we have compiled together.

"Nur, what are your activities today?" tanya Desi, son of Medicine.

"You go to college for a bit, mo thesis guidance." I started getting ready, because it was a busy time and a lot of waiting activities.

Later, we will have to meet with the head of RT to ask permission to do counseling in his area. We are divided into two groups, the daughters of the mothers and the sons of the fathers.

Mothers activities are usually carried out dhuhur or ashar. If the activities of the fathers usually run out isya. If the day is mostly at work. So we can take a break. Not too tired with the myriad activities of KKN.

"I go first yes, before dhuhur I have returned." said to the head of my KKNku group named Dimas, the farm boy. He's a fun kid, understanding our busy lives, the final grade kids. Which besides busy KKN is also busy with Research and thesis work. As an absolute requirement for graduation preparation.

After the activities on campus were over, I stopped by the cottage for a while, wanted to get a change of clothes. Yesterday I brought a little clothes. When I parked my bike, I accidentally ran into Mas Ali. My husband-to-be. He looks moody, I want to say hello actually, but prestige. So I just went straight into the room.

"Assalamualaikum." hello.

"Waalaikum salam." Aini answered my greetings. Indeed, this hour Endah and Risma are still in school, they are first-class SMK children.

"Here, why do I see Mas Ali's face pale? Is he sick?" I was wondering, of course, while putting clothes in my backpack.

"Yes Mba, since Mba went to KKN, I heard she was sick. Teaching children is rare now. More silence in his room. Mba met him?" ask Aini enthusiastically.

"Papasana bentar doang!" my answer.

"Why not?" kepo tanyanya.

"Good, prestige!" answer hence.

"Pity Mba's future husband knows! I can't bear him. How could you?" said Aini.

"You take it, if you want. I'm okay!" I said while getting ready to leave the cottage, because the time was narrow. I need to get back to my KKN location.

"Don't be rich, don't be Mba! You are engaged, the wedding date is also prepared. Do not be tempted by the jinn, who always tempt the people of Muhammad if you intend to marry." Aini advised me.

"Duh, son, still a child. Pinter really nasehatin me. Sometimes I like to wonder why I'm this age, still childish.

" Mba, the devil and the genie do not like it, if there are people of Muhammad, who want to perfect their religion. That is by marriage. They don't like Mba. So they exhale discord and doubt in the hearts of couples who intend to get married. If they do not marry, they tend to commit adultery, with adultery and dating, which is clearly prohibited in Islam" said Aini sage. I'm just a beard.

Aini's words are right. I also read in a book about it. My heart was doubtful and worried. May this heart be used later, so that it can forgive the mistakes of my future husband. So I will marry her with a big and happy heart.