When I Started to Realize It

Part 5's. Lasem Group

ULULE

A man wearing all white clothes, looks very graceful walking through the garden full of flowers like an angel of heaven. The smell smelled fragrant with a white veil whose tip flashed backwards in the wind.

" My wife, don't be so quick, wait for me," I called on a leisurely walk.

" My wife" called me again, she turned her head. Show off her sweet face which then blurred along with the light of whiteness that dazzled the eyes.

" Gus, man,"

" Subhanallah," I woke up, a dream apparently. But why did it feel so real, that woman?

" Fatih," called me, turning to the man who had made me.

" Ngapunten Gus, Abah asked to face. Kyai Ghufron and his wife, and one santriya came. Probably going to pick up Neng Ifa," he replied rather gloatingly.

" Neng Ifa, go home?" Ask me to make sure it's still with clamps because it's sleepy.

" it might be Gus."

" Ah, well, I go up first," said I bidding to ndalem.

~...

Me, Abah, and Umi stood in front of the simple gate of Lonkali. In front of us, a car was facing the road.

Jauzaatul Ulya Al Lathifa, she wore a black-colored robe with an unflattering pattern, a red veil with a black alloy and a nevi with a flower-shaped brooch on her left chest.

Looks very graceful, still with a simple smile that confirms he is happy, or I don't know. Even I was very difficult to define his attitude which was always meek, but had a firm gaze, the stature of a leader, and broad scientific insight.

I just stared at him for a little while, and if it wasn't wrong, he did too. My heart started to lightly shake. God, only you know what this strange feeling means...

After I bowed to Kyai Ghufron, shaking hands with Sigit, the santri of Janur Kuning Lasem, and after Abah and Umi said goodbye to Kyai Ghufron's entourage, they got into the car, get ready to go home.

I was still staring at the puff of ash smoke coming out from the black pot of the Lasem troupe. Those who slowly left the land of Banyu Wangi, until it was lost carried over a distance.

" Do you think Giamana Nang?" Abah asked, I turned my head full ta' dhim, not understanding what Abah meant and purpose to ask like that.

" Why Bah, what is it?" Ask me as decently as possible.

" Alah to Nang, do not pretend to know you, your Abah means, what about Neng Ifa, Princess Kyai Ghufron?" Connect Umi with guyon, but success makes me a little jerked for a moment.

" Eh, nganu, uh,

" according to Ulul... M... Neng Ifa niku, beautiful Mi, polite person, especially now also being mandated to lead the stewardship in the Lirboyo boarding unit, the interview is also broad, easy to get along with," I replied as is. Though I also only accompanied Neng Ifa to walk the half-day.

Abah is just a mangosteen knowing my answer.

" Abah rest first then," said Abah, then he turned back towards the boarding school, towards the building ndalem which is not too big.

" Hopefully Abah will recover soon, Umi, will finish the Ulul boarding school activities not to go to visit Abah," I said. Umi nodded and smiled.

" Jih also, Umi, Ulul will also return to the city," I replied.

"  Yes, assalamualaikum," said Umi.

" Wa aleikum salam" I replied.

I walked slowly towards the guban after making sure Umi had really entered the ndalem following Abah.

Abah can not be said young anymore, his hair has started to be perfectly white. Skin wrinkles, with the burden of diverse thoughts that may be increasing every day.

There is nothing more Abah wants until the end of his holiness in the world, except the happiness of his dzuriyya in the way of the pleasure of God.

Allah, I am only 25 years old, can still be said to be young for a man, but Abah and Umi always allude to the problem of my desire and readiness to build a household.

Mas Rifki and Mas Hamdan, what about them? Are their minds really still empty with the perfecting of half of their religion?

Indeed, it seems more fitting if Abah and Umi discuss this matter with Mas Rifki or Mas Hamdan, who from his own age factor is indeed above me. But the condition of the distance that was very far away even made me as if a replacement.

Astaghfirullohal' adhim, why is my prejudice so dirty, God... Make easy all that You drop on me, and guide me to what You will, in goodness and benefit.

" How come it's Gus? Don't be too allowed, if you want just the sabotage of Nyan's mind," terka Fatih suddenly.

" Do you know Tih, do not ngeh me the same language you," I answered still do not know the direction of the words Fatih.

" Nyan again thought of Neng Ifa, right Gus? Just come home there has not been a day Gus, cook it already so much," he continued arguing that quite "not really" taste.

" No, that's normal," I deny, because that's not what I'm thinking, it's just about, building a household. A little while, but the two are also related...

Ah... Ndak-ndak, by the way,

" If Nyan is sure, just say it with Abah Gus, ask Abah to preach Neng Ifa as soon as possible," proposed Fatih.

" Wallahu a'lam Tih, later will also be seen the path that I have to go through, he said,

" That's you, she thought I was nikaaaah, mulu,"

" he... Lagian Abah is getting as old as Gus, usually if someone has approached his udzur, most expect to be able to quickly pet a grandson, did not try Gus?" fatih replied with a cry.

" Add more Gus, if you hunt at the sermon of people," he continued to tease me. But I'm not angry, or irritated at all.

I stared at the white turban with small, blue stripes draped across from my right shoulder to my left shoulder. This turban is a gift from Neng Ifa kemaren afternoon.

I cannot be sure, or believe, or the like, that what I am feeling right now, is Your nature, O God... This is just a mere admiration for the ethics and ethics he showed. I kept suggesting to myself that this was nothing.