Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

31. Ghufron Al - Ghazali S. Ked.

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As a woman who has a lover of a final medical student, of course the most thrilling thing is while waiting for her who is undergoing a thesis trial. Sitting unsettled with worry, waiting for the lover to come out of the courtroom.

When found is a moody face drowned limp, instantly curiosity wrestled. However, all I can do is shut up, wait for Ghufron himself to say the results of the script trial.

“Mas want to drink?” I poured a bottle of mineral water that was still sealed tightly to him.

He shook his head in submission, making question after question spin in my brain. ‘What is this about the trial results? Or is there?’

“We have lunch first, Mas?” I tried to provoke his reaction and it worked. Mas Ghufron raised his face, breathing out until his shoulders fell. The results of the trial assessment he put on my lap just like that, then he moved on.

“What do you want to eat? Treat, we eat with friends.”

I'm confused how. I easily packed things because Ghufron had gone a long way without waiting for me. Makes me have to run small after him.

“Meanour how? We-”

“Where do you eat? What do you want to eat? Rice field, seafood, chiness food, japanese food? What do you want to eat? In even expensive restaurants, mas payin.”

I pulled the sleeve part of the suit that was worn by Ghufron, “wait, Mas! Wait!” I tried to stop his steps.

I really don't understand what Ghufron means. He looked gloomy, now suddenly as energetic and enthusiastic as if he had just won the lottery.

“Mas is why, anyway? Ta-”

I haven't finished the question yet, but Ghufron has given me the broadest and sweetest smile. But a moment later he put on a sad face with a straight look at me, “aku failed, Nduk.”

My mouth is open to answer, but apparently Ghufron has not finished his sentence, “I failed to get a B value, it looks like our engagement must also be canceled.”

“Mak-sudnya?” I can't wait to hear Mas Ghufron's convoluted words. Especially when my mind was full of questions, she was even flustered.

“So seriously your face, Nduk?” He pulled the trial judgment out of my hand. Then open it in front of my face, “mas failed to get a B value, because mas can be a perfect value. Mas cancel our engagement, because we're getting married soon.”

I gaped at the word for word that was spoken by Ghufron, my brain like difficulty digesting. I complained when she pulled the tip of the hijab until my head was interested, making me realize that Ghufron was teasing me.

“Shock, yes? Afraid of not getting married, huh?”

“What, anyway, Mas?”

“Your face is worried about it.”

“Ihh! Basic!” I hit him on the back with a bottle of mineral water that had a little bit to fill. I expressed annoyance, showing that he managed to tease me, “I'm really afraid to know, Mas. I don't think I graduated, you know. Turns out I got bullied, yeah Alloh!”

Mas Ghufron chuckled, hit me on the head with the paper of the judgment of his trial, “has known mas all this time, but can still be done.”

“Ihh! Mas byebelin!” I grunt while stroking my head.

“You're excited if you're scared.”

“Tau, ah! Not funny, Mas.”

“No need to sulk! Not a contract, you know.”

“Aluweh!” (the need for frustration in Javanese is more or less the same as, bo-do very.)

I took a long step, leaving Ghufron's mas chuckling behind. Feeling annoyed that Ghufron really made my heart rhythm chase earlier, even almost stopped beating. It's the least funny joke I've known, the most annoying temptation Ghufron's ever had and success makes me resentful.

“Yes! Wait, Nduk!” I didn't make out the cry of Ghufron, just kept walking fast down the hall. I can't prevent the clear liquid that started to fertilize in the eye fertilizers. I'm late because one by one the grains have fallen first.

“Nduk, Baby! Wait a mas, dong!”

I heard footsteps lining my way, I was forced to stop because now the sturdy body was standing right in front of me. To block my path perfectly.

“Ngambek really, nih?” Ghufron looked down, looking for my face which was also down.

“Nduk? I'm, right, just kidding.”

“Mas know I don't like joking.” I rubbed my wet cheeks with the back of my hand, preventing snot from coming out. I could not hide my tears from Ghufron, for now he found my wet face.

“Aduh, really cry. Mas's just kidding, Nduk.”

“I was worried about waiting for mas, so mas out, mas did not say anything even love a sad face. I became curious, mas instead of telling even godain,” I expressed frustration, even with a soft voice without judgment. Because I knew Ghufron didn't mean to play with my feelings. Still, I want to sulk.

“Iya, sorry. I'm sorry, huh? I'd like to joke, but apparently you're looking for serious.”

“Iya, yes. They're wrong! Dimaafin, no?”

I raised my face, looking at Ghufron who had a hopeful face. Instantly my annoyance disappeared, ah! I am the weakest when I get that smile. Ghufron's smile that always makes me melt.

“Muter!”

Ghufron pointed to himself. I nodded as I wiggled my index finger in a circle, “muter, Mas!” I asked him to turn his body.

I thinned my lips for almost smiling as he obeyed my orders. Twisting 180 degrees behind me. I put my still wet face on his back, I accidentally rubbed the remaining tears on his fragrant coat. I knew Ghufron was laughing, because his back was shaking.

“Ya Allaah! My coat you make snot lap.”

“Biarin! It's a punishment for pissing me off.”

He hasn't stopped laughing until I've finished erasing the traces of being annoyed using his suit. For a few seconds I stood behind Ghufron, looking at the back of my future husband. The annoyance has disappeared perfectly, changing the sense of awe and pride.

“It's done?” I nodded so as to lift my head from his back.

“So what to eat?”

“Ehm ... what to eat, huh? Think while walking, Mas?”

“OK. Salad first, huh? Soon azan dzuhur.”

I nodded in agreement. We were just about to take a step, but we stopped because of a scream that made us both look over.

“Woi! Ghufron!”

I had to get out of the way because Ghufron's all-male friends came in a crowd. Glorify my fiancee with the same question, “piye result?” (How did it go?)

“A, dong.” Answer Ghufron. Instantly a boisterous sound of applause and shouting echoed throughout the hall. Attract the attention of other students who are on the move.

“Wah! Ghufron sido rabbi!” (So marriage)

“Best graduates of the year for sure!”

“Alhamdulillah!”

“Ghufron al - Ghazali, S.Ked. Soon to be dr. Ghufron Al-Ghazali!”

Such cries were uttered by Ghufron's friends. Signs are happy because their colleagues can pass to the next level. Outpour of ideals due to the success of one of them, friends fought together.

“Newun, new! Alhamdulillah ..” (Thank you, thanks.)

Mr Ghufron was only able to reply to all his friends with thanks. Giving do’a and spirit to his colleagues, “You will soon follow, insyaalloh so that we can co-asst together.” (an abbreviation for doctors who are pursuing professional education. Co-assistant resident doctor.)

I waited until Ghufron could escape his friends. But it turns out that even dzuhur prayer they all join’ah congregation in the campus mosque. I do not mind, because the success achieved by Ghufron today is one of them because of the contribution of his friends and friends. There was no way he could have managed to achieve his perfect value without the help of others, right? Either directly or not.

I also did not mind when Ghufron invited all his friends to lunch together at a restaurant. He had whispered to me after coming out of the mosque earlier, “eating together used to be okay, huh? Insyaalloh later there is a schedule for us to eat together.”

I was worried that I would eat among Ghufron's all-male friends. Luckily my fiancee prepared her own chair and table for both of us. Deliberately separating myself from her friends, so I did not have to endure the turmoil of uncomfortable feelings whenever the typical scent of the men approached my sense of smell.

“What's wrong, right?” Asked Ghufron to show me his concern. I nodded while showing the cup containing the mainstay coffee every time I had to be forced to gather with the men.

“Aman.” My answer.

“Mas appointment, after the co-asst file is finished we consult to spikiatry.”

I gave my best smile to Ghufron, as a tribute because he always understood my condition. He is always there for me and willing to be the best listener when I complain. Motivate when I almost give up, but do not hesitate to rebuke if I feel wrong. Makes me comfortable being by his side even though we never touched once.

Mas Ghufron drove me home after we finished celebrating his success. As usual, he talked to Dito for a while. He is a polite young man but can get along with anyone, being a pleasant interlocutor.

My future husband who is now officially a medical scholar. A soupy man who is loved by many, may I not choose him wrong to be a priest to sail the ark of real life, later.

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Seriate....

Today I am up 2 chapters but not in one time. Ask for the best support, yes. On my same darling, right? Uh, dear Ghufron and Mr. Hara of course. 😍😍