Gold And Diamond
PART 10 "Direction and Love"

Do not forget to read prayer.. Bismillah 🤗

Actually there are women who secretly keep a liking to Omar. Not only do you like it, but also idolize it. Her name was Nurmaya. He who every day provides a seat and table for the throne of Omar while teaching the book in pesantren princess. He who gave up his perfume was exhausted to wet the prayer mats and pillows on the throne. He was the first to turn over Omar's footwear upon arriving at the door of the hall. He who provides a drink, whether it is coffee or tea, so that Omar does not feel thirsty in the middle of reading the book. But, he was always not confident showing himself when Omar looked more open to his students. She is ashamed to recommend herself as a suitable wife, while she is only the son of a fisherman. Lives in Gondang Wetan, in the coastal region of Pasuruan.

Nurmaya is often called Yaya. Not santri pet and not santri ndalem. Nor are managers and santri with good yellow book reading performance. He's just a kitchen santri who is usually asked to cook specifically for Omar. Because, Omar himself never thought about eating. Besides, there is already a special team to cook ndalem family, especially abah sepuh and Omar.

In the last two years since the elder brother has often been sickly, while the nyai mother has died, the sister-in-law of Omar's brother named Ning Bulqis recruited santri-santri who are good at cooking. In the recruitment, Nurmaya, who has kept admiration for Omar, desperate to register. He knew that, in addition to being asked to cook for his tenth family, he would also have more opportunities to offer his love and devotion in a simple way. He and three of his friends were accepted. Until now, he and his three friends who every day cook for the tenth night which is only inhabited by the first child and the second child.

This morning, Nurmaya saw Omar was grinding his wet hair in the sun that had just come out from behind a tree of longan. Once he was eager to see Omar tie the hair, and covered it with a black knitting peci. Even so, whenever and wherever the place and circumstances, Nurmaya still considers Omar so extraordinary. He always looked at her above the average of other men. By keeping him current Omar, Nurmaya secretly floated hope. If someday, there is a possibility that Omar will see him as a proper santri for him.

And how surprised he was when he was suddenly called Omar. Meanwhile, he was busy daydreaming about something with the owner of the voice.

"The bells are dead, Nduk."

This is all that is unfortunate for Nurmaya. Why from the beginning Omar met him, he was always called that name. Giving the impression of being adrift of their age.

"Common purun (mau), Gus?"

"By, Nduk. Don't do much. Just a little bed."

Nurmaya took the broom because she couldn't reach it by hand. Even on tiptoes. Until Omar laughed at him a little.

"Can't you?"

"Can, Gus."

Pyoks! Pyoks!

Nurmaya also managed to drop the stick. Quickly, he picked up the shrillness that had swirled everywhere. Blowing the stickiness that if exposed to dust.

"Here, here, here!"

Nurmaya was asked to bring it to the table. Then, return to pick up another one. He also intends to take it again.

"This is it" Omar said, peeling it off a piece.

"Sir, you don't match up with Kang Abi?"

Dahi Nurmaya automatic crimped. The name sounded familiar, but he did not manage to find the man's face in an instant. He also approached. Clarify back through her unrighteous gaze.

"If you want, it's easy not to talk to him."

"Record, Gus. But...Who is Kang Abi?"

"Do you know Abi?"

Nurmaya shook her head slowly. Because he heard the question, he felt he had to repeat a row of santri faces in this Mahbubah boarding school. Which is more famous among other students. But, he shook his head again.

"Abiman Gulzar. He's often in ndalem. I'll find it sometime."

Nurmaya shook her head again. Then, down.

"Inget askutu tadullu 'ala na'am lo. Wouldn't you?"

"Not brave, Gus."

Omar laughed too. "Nduk, Nduk, this stupid you. How many to your age?"

The deg! Like the roar of lightning that would accompany the cry of the sky. He was so happy to hear that question. It was only the first time he could have such a sweet conversation with Omar. Who usually just say hello with a word of help, apology, and thank you.

"Ssyyaya.I am nineteen years old."

"It's not teenagers. You are great, Nduk. That marriage is you."

"I'm ready if the one proposing the njenengan," Nurmaya's inner voice screamed.

"Talking about Abimana. He's a santri who doesn't like it. Besides, he also studied abroad. After graduating, staying here not long, then boyong. Do you still not remember?"

"If for example he married this santri, right, delicious. Didn't tell her to stay here maybe she wanted to. It's easy to have a home problem. That's a lot of empty rooms."

Suddenly he was very heartfelt. The man he was staring at was actually also busy looking for a soul mate for himself, but he was instead thinking of other people's soul mates. He was amazed at that greatness of heart.

The kling! Incoming messages. Omar opened his cell phone. It says Habibah.

"Assynhdreams, Tad. Sorry to interrupt the time for a moment. As time approaches the day of our school milad, we ask for the willingness to send biodata."

"Woh, I forgot," he murmured.

He immediately typed.

^^^"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullah wabarakatuh. Okay ready. Just jerk." Send.^^^

A few seconds later he flashed a picture containing his bio. Complete.

"Thank you we told you. Sorry to interrupt the time."🙏

"okay."

Omar put the phone back.

"Why don't you want to go to school, Nduk? There's a formal school here."

Nurmaya remained standing at her original place while holding the handle of the broom.

"So the cost is not too expensive, Gus." He answers what is.

Now only if he is not helped by monthly bisyaroh for his willingness to cook for ndalem, maybe the monthly martyrdom can be delinquent.

"There's a school desire outside."

"Enggeh, Gus."

"Where?"

"In MAN."

"MAN Pasuruan?"

He's nodding.

"But you're finally comin'."

He nodded again.

"Father. If you want, you can go to school. I will take care of his administration."

He insisted on refusing. He refused the gift. So saddened by Omar's attitude towards him.

"Or gini, please. You will come with me tomorrow to MAN Pasuruan. At least you're in MAN."

He freezes. The more reluctant to accept Omar's free offer. It's not a problem with who he's going to be there, but he's a shy girl himself.

Omar just smiled. He then left Nurmaya alone. He went to see some of the men's administrators. Giving an envoy for the night to be held the last meeting before the 10th haul bu nyai event is held next week.

Tut! Tut! Tut! Connected calls.

📞"Baby Abi, assalamualaikum?"

📞"Yes, Gus?"

📞"Later tonight to here. Nine o'clock ba'da earlyayah. Meeting haul."

Abimana. Even though he was not involved in haul committee this year, Omar still asked him to attend as a senior santri so that someone would guide him. Because, every year the committee members always change. Just retained some of the committee last year.