Mystery of Love

after the application

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Ms. Imron every night before going to bed the name echoed in my ears since my mother spoke of her application in the bathroom. After a day of activity and struggling in the kitchen then the night after the prayer isyak name as if circling again in my head.

I felt like I wanted to tell one of my friends so that I wouldn't be overwhelmed by a tense nervousness when I thought about it.

I tried to remember his face, how many times I met him. His mother was my father's sister. In other words, he is my cousin. Therefore when I was a child my father often invited me and my two sisters to stay at his house on Saturday night Sunday. We were so happy that we slept in the upper bedroom. But after I remembered it again I never saw his face or met him at that time.

I also often come to his house to deliver food when he wants to fast or want to be Eid, we call it megengan. But he was never seen only his brothers would welcome me. Cak Hanafi or cak Hambali is usually the one who greets me kindly. If I go there I can be sure I can't go straight home because I'll be forced to eat first.

"Let's eat deck!"

"ayo deck brush ae"

"Let's go don't fill in!"

Cak fi and Cak Mbali are very friendly with us. Especially Cak Hambali who we usually call Cak Mbali is always excited when telling us to eat at his house.

It felt really awkward when we were in that house because everyone was excited about welcoming guests especially his brothers like us. Therefore, if you want to ater-ater to my house that one budaku me and my brothers must not want to rebound. His family was too kind in our opinion, making us feel shy and embarrassed.

Oh yes I remember, I saw it when cak Hanafi got married and I joined the mbiodo/rewang/gathering to help the bridal family in organizing a party.

At that time he came out of the room with a banana that had been decorated like a hat at the end of each banana to his mother, who had,

"Ngeten ta mak?" (This is your mom?) ask by opening a hat-like decoration at the end of a banana in a slow voice without seeing the people who were there

"Lho is a son.., nek digawe kemantenan pukuke do not need to be cheated, ngene iki biasane digawe wong dead"(Lho nak.... if something like this is usually for the salvation of people who died) said my budeku who is none other than his mother.

"Keep yok nopo mak?" (Keep how mak)

"Wes kadung arep dikapakno? wes no Popo, wes kadong e yok opo kate" (Have you wanted to be flanked again? No longer papa. How else is it?)

Maybe because he was embarrassed he went straight into his room again, the room that I used to sleep with my sisters.

I glanced at him, the sweet young man coupled with his quiet and shy character made me smile when I imagined him. My kind of guy. Cool. Cold and quiet.

That night with the fatigue that lingered in my body I was finally able to fall asleep after saying his name in my heart while remembering how his face and temperament were.

While waiting for an answer from my uncle every night I also tried to pray istikharah with the Qur'an as a wasilah as taught by mbak-mbak.

Isthikhoroh prayer intention due to Alloh ta'ala

Allohu Akbar's.....

After the greeting I immediately took the Qur'an that I had prepared. Open the page randomly and I read the upper right verse after I saw the translation and it turned out to mean good.

The word mbak-mbak if it means good insya Allah is also what we mean and insya Allah is idolized by Allah.

I repeat it every night because I don't believe in my hands, maybe it's just a coincidence. But after I repeat again tomorrow night it turns out the result is the same, always a verse that gives a good meaning and some even tell about heaven.

A few days after that my mother came again to the cottage so that my friends began to memorize my mother's face and a little surprised because a week my mother could up to twice mine. They even guessed that I was being proposed to.

"Mbak Aini most yes proposal.... hayo ngaku....!"

I flicked my lips neither refuting nor justifying it.

After my mother sat in the bedroom and there was only me and my mother, I immediately asked because of curiosity that had disrupted my sleep for a few days.

"Dos of pundits terose aba huh?" (How does he say yes?)

My mouth opened so surprised to hear my uncle's answer. Bismillah means......

My face immediately felt warm. so.. so I will get married this real. I don't know if I'm happy or too panicked to hear this news. There was obviously something tickling in my heart.

Cak Im. That night I tried to find him again in my memory. I try to remember again. When did I ever meet that quiet guy.

I remember coming to the cottage with the Imam's chak and as usual he kept quiet when he was among us. Whereas in the office where the guests receive me, mbak Ima and my cousin. I don't know why he came to the cottage when he didn't bring anything and said nothing. Neither did I. The ice cube....

I remember again. I met him when I wanted to go to uwak. He walked his bike to the assembly. Our eyes flashed for a moment and he immediately turned his face away. Just quiet. Hiih.

Actually my soul thrashed around refusing to greet the guy first. My gang is very high but in front of a quiet guy and my cousin I do not dwell. I lost to him old. So with all my soul press my ego and I greet him first.

"Sir Im....."

"Ngggeh.h" he answered my greeting without glancing at me even I saw him for a long time. And it just passed. I feel like I'm degrading myself. I could have greeted her first like a nervous girl. At that time my heart was really arrogant because I never got such treatment from the opposite sex. Huooh... It feels so shameful.

But now that I remember again I smile because after all I like the type of guy like him. Silent and not cheap. I don't like the charm, especially the charm.

My eyes were tightly closed with my mind drifting backwards. I fell asleep with a grin remembering it, Miss Imron.... Why did my face warm up when I remembered it.

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That morning as usual I went straight to the middle room of the family ndalem to take a barrel containing clothes that must be washed. There are only two barrels today. I brought the clothes and I hid them in the bathroom of the children in the kitchen.

After I finished soaking it I rushed to help the tub in the kitchen. Wash the rice, take a pot of magic jar in the ndalem to be cleaned then later it will be filled with new rice.

The ruffians who have been going to the market since dawn have returned with rickshaws filled with vegetables and all the kitchen needs for today. Today's menu looks like kale. Both for the ndalem family and for the santri. We took them one by one into the kitchen.

"Mbak Aini.. holster BHS iku Ojo in kom.." neng Ninis yelled at me.

deg...why did I not sort out first, why did I not see the holster BHS. alamak.

"Nggeh neng... ngggeh.. kulo movede, sepuntene neng wau mboten kulo choose, supe neng!" (Yes neng.. yes ..... This let me move. Sorry .. I did not split it). I immediately rushed into the bathroom and found three BHS sarongs that belonged to Gus Nafik, Gus Syafik and mas Wafi.

My heart is pounding because of fear, why this morning I oon so much. I squeezed three BHS sarongs to get rid of the soapy water and then put them in another barrel.

"Kene mbak sarange peppered dewe Karo mas....!" (Where is the sheath, washed alone the same mas.) Neng Ninis.

"Kulo umbahe neng.. pon kulo dewekno kok neng...." (Let me wash neng.... I've separated from the others anyway.) I'm afraid to upset the ndalem family.

"Kene kok.. dijaluk mas.....!" (Where... asked the same mas..!) Neng Ninis said with sewot.

With a heavy heart I finally gave also a barrel containing BHS sarongs earlier.

"Sepuntene ngggeh neng...." (Sorry yes neng.)

Neng Ninis did not reply and directly passed from before me.

Hais.... how did gus-gus know that she had her gloves soaked with soap?

Being the child of ndalem is always afraid of how. But what we feel the most is happiness when we hear the family in the dining room joking with each other and there is never a fuss when the son of Abah's daughter there are 10 people. Most only the youngest who often whine and teased by his brothers

In the past when I had not been with ndalem I washed my own clothes once every three days or at most every two days and my feet were always itching because of water fleas and also there was a lizard under the legs my feet. But since I've been with my feet, never to miss again, the water flea ringworm cards have all just disappeared. Though I wash every day two or even up to three barrels, every day.

But strangely my feet were never again exposed to water fleas when every day I was struggling with water not to mention when in the kitchen washing this it . and my feet were smooth like never before.

Could it be a blessing for taking out the ndalem?