Mystery of Love

Boyongs

After Shawwal's holiday I still return to the cottage about biweekly. I'll finish all the business that's left. Returning the things I borrowed from my friends, I settled my debt and apologized to everyone who knew me.

I invited the ndalem children and some friends from other rooms close enough to me to come to my simple wedding. Titin , my sister-made from the southern hut also neng Ninisku alaika.Tak forgot also I asked for a blessing to Bu nyai Al.

"Not back ? I tek Iddah on the 29th of Shawwal ilu?" Nyai Al's mom asked me.

"Hhihi.." I smiled wryly at the question from my mother.it seemed like she wanted to come to my house and watch my marriage. But the time has been determined and it's just counting the days. It is impossible to cancel because all preparations are ripe. I feel Al's mother is a little disappointed but I can't do anything about it

In the depths of my heart I apologize to Ibuk Al.

I packed all the books and books I had and gave unnecessary clothes or prints to the children who wanted them.

"Mbak Aini Iki in heirisno nang me ta"?

We call it a legacy if there is a child who wants to boyong then he leaves his belongings. For example pillows, key chains, the Qur'an or others.

One week before the wedding date, my mother came to the cottage for my mboyong. Ask me to come back from the care of Bu nyai and thank you for being patient to accept me as part of the large family of boarding school Darul hikmah.

I'm sorry and say goodbye to the lodge kids. Shake hands with all who cross paths with me and as usual we will cry together if there are children boyong even though we are not too familiar personally.

All eyes see me and many even surround me. It was like letting go of his family members to go far away.

"sepunten...."

"Mbak Aini pon supe kaleh kulo"

"Mbak Aini ati!. . "

"When to play with the hut ngggeh mbak!"

I swept away all the places that my eyes could reach with welled eyes. Giving the best smile wrapped in sadness then I stepped out of my beloved cottage to live a long tomorrow.

Goodbye everyone, happy fighting for all of you....!

On the road to the gate of the santri son who saw me greet me because they saw me carrying a cardboard and a big bag like a boyong boy.

"Boyong ta An?"

those words I said repeatedly when there was a son santri greeting me. I usually ignore them but since this is the last time I want to leave a good impression on everyone.

It's sad to leave the cottage that has been three years more a place for me to shelter and seek knowledge. But life has to continue anyway?

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Arriving at the homes of the neighbors has been a lot of rift.they welcome me happily.

"Lahh Iki candidate kemantene kawit moleh....." (Well, this is where the bride just got home.).

It was less than a week, but the neighbors were busy. Frying crackers, pertulo, rengginang and others. Although not in the rame-rame wear kuwade and binoculars but the atmosphere is like mantu geden-geden. Understandably because I am the first child and my mother has never had a gawe so the atmosphere is like a person who has a big wish.

In the evening Cak Im came home again . I don't know where she is if I'm back home. He took me and my father to the house of his uncle who became a mudin in our village for rapak. should have stayed at KUA but because yesterday-yesterday I was still in the cottage so we missed it.

We gathered at Mr. Mudin's house and we got a message of what to say when the pak penghulu later asked this and that. tell my father what to say later when marrying me and should be represented to pak pengulu so that the marriage contract can run smoothly because my father is a grogian person.

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huft. deg-degan I want to write my marriage contract.

take a breath......

exhaled.....

huf.....

Aaaaa... I guess why so deg-degan like this.

and twenty years have passed.