Behind the Pillar of the Mosque
08. DPM "I'm Santrimu.."
for a moment Adiba lost his world, various shadows began to wander in front of him, a figure who for 3 years always danced in his dream, and who was always dancing in his heart, the man who for 3 years can only be admired behind the pillars of the mosque, the story figure who for 3 years was able to spend every sheet in the diary book, and the name that is unintentional often mentioned in the chanting of his prayer, without him realizing from earlier was staring in confusion..
"deck..deck..."
Gus Al called out while waving his hand
"grandfather..."
once lai Gus Al tried to take Adiba's consciousness
"uh. ngapunten Gus.eh sir..."
Adiba was flabby, his face reddened, shamed, shamed,...
"sit.eh...your rich face is not foreign..are you???"
"saturnuwun..."
Adiba sat in the right chair in front of Gus Al..
"anu Gus.I am one of the students of Gus Al in Pondok Pesantren Darrul Muttaqin."
"ooh pantesan.kaya never liyat but rada forgot where the place, wong you santri Abah so maybe we'll miss the day, but I'm less nggeh.maaf ya."
"you college majored in what deck...?
"graphic design Gus..."
Adiba answered while bowing his face, there was a feeling that Adiba is unable to tata at this time, a vibration that seemed to jump from its origin, if he forced to look at the face that is currently watching him, he said, can everything behind his chest will come out and fly somewhere. Before it all happened and make Adiba overwhelmed to return it, Adiba chose to avoid it.
"oh graphic design...
okay from tomorrow you can start an internship here, you will ask Retno for your desk and assignments.."
"njihn Gus..."
Adiba stood up and was about to leave the room...
"Wait for deck..."
Adiba turned back towards Gus Al...
"what's your name...."
"Adiba Gus's..."
"Adiba.if in the office don't call me Gus.."
"oh. ngapunten Gus.eh sir.."
Adiba bowed his face while covering his mouth..
"hehehehehe.ya already .be careful..direct to the lodge..."
"has...."
"tadi Gus Al laughed...Gus Al said what was.be careful..what is this is Alloh.."batin Adiba continues to be excited, hearing what Gus Al just said, actually it's normal, it's normal, but not for Adiba, when people who have been admired give his attention, as if the world is too beautiful not to be stopped.
"yes, be careful, go home to the cottage do not stop by,.."
"eh nggih sir. assalamu'alaikum"
"wa'alaikum salam"
Adiba stepped out of Gus Al's room, there was a strange feeling that now approached him, rich there was a citrus taste mixed with ice cubes.
***
after Adiba's death from his room, Al tried to read the personal data that Retno handed to him and had not had time to read earlier.
"Adiba Hanania Khairunnisa..a beautiful woman who is knowledgeable and loved by Allah..a beautiful name.." unwittingly the phrase praise came out of Al's lips..
Al drowned his face in the folds of his hands.."ya Alloh..what is the answer to all my prayers..remove that is not my soul mate.and bring closer that will be my ma'mum...If it is he whom you allow to replace someone I once thought would be my partner, make it easy."
Al put Adiba's personal data in his drawer, then continued the work that had been delayed earlier
***
Once down the stairs with a raging feeling, the face of Gus Al still won in a row of dreams
"bugs"
adiba's body bounced and fell down on the stairs..
"yes, sorry mba.I did not intentionally"
a man in his black suit tried to help Adiba stand up
"nda papa mas.lagian I was walking NDA liyat lyat"
Adiba stood up and tidied up his clothes
"Don't papa mba really..Why go to the hospital to mestain...??"
"nda papa mas.really.."
Adiba passed by leaving someone who remained steadfast to pay attention to him until Adiba's tiny body was no longer able to be reached again by his eyes.After the woman in his attention was lost behind the wall, Adiba was no longer able to reach again by his eyes, the man continued his steps to the second floor of the building.
"assalamu'alaikum Al "
"wa'allikum....."
"Send........"
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