Gold And Diamond
Part 12 ”Sarasehan”
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The show must start soon. Syarif gave a warning to Kala to immediately prepare in the row of seats of the secretary, moderator, host, speaker, and chief executive. However, Kala still conditioned herself. For the first time she ventured into hosting. It's better than being a moderator.
“It's still Gus Omar lo's biodegradable. Before the secretary comes, turn you to the stage, Rif. Her bio is Mr. Abi.”
Sharif went straight to the stage as soon as Kala finished talking. He was seen whispering with Abimana. Then, write something on the paper he holds. He approached Kala.
“Try see!”
“This.”
Reading it slowly.
“Rif, Mr Abi really graduated Al-Azhar Cairo?”
“Yes if Mr. Abi says so surely the truth. Why shocked?”
“Not expecting.”
“Tuh, you can ask him if you want to know how to study there. Narsum was directly the same person who had experience studying there. Don't waste a chance, La.”
“Hih, Ref. But, I'm ashamed. I don't know him.”
“Let me sayin, deh.”
“No need, Rif.”
“I told you not to waste a chance. You can't talk to him anymore. Unless you intentionally want to meet.”
“Mmm..”
Sharif. Let the headmaster occupy the seat. Kala, Sharif, and the moderator followed.
Seeing that the students were still talking to themselves, Kala took a breath. He opened it with a calm and loud voice. Hiding his disbelief by looking one by one at the students who could reach his eyesight. He had a look outside the hall where Nurmaya was there raising his hand.
The opening ceremony of milad and sarasehan did not last long. About two hours. It ends at half-eleven in the afternoon. And as Sharif promised earlier, he asked Abimana for help to meet Kala in the OSIM—ada room behind the hall. He asked Kala to stand by in the room.
Mela and Ruma sit down in the OSIM room while eating a snack. But, Kala only played his ball with unclear movements.
“La, already rich to be applied to you,” chirped Mela. He laughs.
“I guess I'll ask you what, yeah?”
“Yang more specific. The outline was told to the same Mr. Abimana. That was discussed do not ask again, La,” advice Ruma.
Someone knocked on the door. The head looked first before finally his entire body was visible in the middle of the door frame.
“Assalamualaikum?”
The three of them answered compactly. He invited Abimana to sit down.
“There's something to talk about?” ask Abimana. Direct to the point.
“Seriously very?” inner Mela.
“No one, Sir. Syarif was probably a prank to tell Mr. Abi to come here.”
“What is it?”
“Iya, Sir. Yes,” replied Kala seriously.
“OK. I'm down then.”
“Iya, Mr. Abi.”
Abimanah. When he was at the door he turned back. “You are commonly called Kala or Habibah?”
“Kala.”
“Yes. Okay.”
Ruma whispered, “Emang someone call you Habibah?”
“Ada.”
Ruma.
“Loh, yes it exists. Said kok.”
“Who? Mr Abi?”
“Not.”
“Terus?”
“Gus Omar.”
“Widihhh, rich call special aja it,” said Mela.
“Is-ti-me-wa, Mel.” Ruma.
“Gapapa.”
“Ngot special. Reasonable. Most nicknames are from the first word.”
“Betewe, yes, La was the same you who? His wife Gus Omar is his wife Mr Abi?”
“Not. Ngawur. He's Nurmaya. Friends of SD era first. But, don't know why he can come.”
“Her wife Mr Abi may?” Ruma.
“Ah, no. Not lo, Rum. They don't look like husband and wife. Nurmaya is still like me. Cooking is married. He went to the Mahbubah Cottage there. But, I do not know exactly Mr. Abi or Gus Omar himself is married or not. I just saw a girl coming home with her. So, it was in the five cars. The only personal driver. So if Mr. Abi is most likely not married. I'm sure ninety percent. Yes, yes, I want to meet Nurmaya first. You guys get ready to perform. Show the best, Mel, Rum. I'm waiting for your drama.”
Kala.
“Yaya Yaya?”
Nurmaya who had just outside the hall did not change position. He's sitting there. When Abimana offered him to come to the teacher's room, he refused and chose to wait for Kala to see him.
Kala sat in Nurmaya's sitting position.
“Where is the story you can do here?”
“I'm ashamed to say, La.”
“Heh, napa shy. I chick. And, your clothes are rich. You've been a long time nyantri, huh?”
Nurmaya nodded. He just let out his voice once.
“Come by the way, Yes.”
“I was just invited, La.”
“Taken who?”
“Gus Omar.”
“Heee? Why were you invited? Are you close to her youth?”
“I was just a cook. The tenth Ndalem is only inhabited by Gus Omar, Abah sepuh already sultry (sick), Ning Bulqis and husband. Brother Gus Omar.”
“Good, yes, Gus Omar's.”
Nurmaya's face suddenly. Of course he would have confirmed that statement.
“Terus earlier who were you with? His wife?”
“Eh, no, Kala. He is Ning Bulqis. Deliberately nemenin let me have his friend in the car.”
“Set his wife?”
“He has not married yet,” replied Nurmaya more calm.
“Yes God, really, Yes?”
“Bene. He is in the process of finding a partner. Don't be surprised, yeah. He is forty.”
“Yes I know. But, it still looks thirty.”
Nurmaya smiled again. He will be very happy if the person he admires turns out to be beautiful in the eyes of others.
“Continue you also know Mr Abi?”
“Ooo if that one was just a few days ago I actually know exactly the look of Kang Abimana. Previously I only knew that. He is also single. Maybe you want to be his girlfriend, La. Hehe.”
Kala chuckles.
“Home, yes, La.”
Kala held Nurmaya's hand. “Iya yes.”
“Say Gus Omar so. Looks like santri's choice. Santri Gus Omar who managed to go abroad can be counted fingers. Not in tens. Ten or how many. I suppose. I also never wanted to know about this problem. And, Kang Abimana that includes his favorite Gus Omar lo, La.”
“Brand, anyway. He replaced Gus Omar. If it wasn't for believing, it wouldn't be possible. Every time Gus Omar looks for badal, it must be Mr Abi?”
“Ndon't know, yes, La. Less understanding. You're abis mondok, La. I let you meet often. Our Elementary School no one goes down. I want a promotion, ah. Hehe. If you want to enter my cottage, enter in tahfidz, at least you should have been able to pay even though not very fluent. Have memorized one juz. Take the juz 30. That's aja. The shahri is not expensive per month. Three hundred and fifty. Eat three times. The most expensive are only the schools. Per month if not mistaken enter seven hundred.”
“Wahh, can roll over me if that's so much. But cheap, yes. I am school.”
“Ya cheap, La. Especially this, right, mumps. Science is hard to find. Moreover, the science that is directly taught is the same. God willing, the world of the Hereafter. What class are you in?”
“Twelve.”
“Pas dong. To my cottage, La.”
“Tuitioner at IAIN Pasuruan I, Yes. I used to want to go down.”
“Yes, say the same to your parents. Yes they definitely agree kok.”
“They're gone, Yes.”
“Innallahi. Oh God, Kala, I'm sorry. Not intentionally. Sorry, yes. Sepurane.”
“Never mind coke. I'm fine. You don't know. I stayed together on Onni.”
“Onni what is it? Uh, who do I mean?”
“Kak Vey's. You don't want the most. Vey's brother is not married yet and has not thought of going there. We have a business together. Pity him if I live alone. Neither can I if Onni left for a long time. What the hell are we both, yeah. You how? Ortu's healthy, right?”
“Aalhamdulillah's. Pray, yeah. Although Mr and Mamak sometimes sick, but thank God they are healthy until now.”
“I also want your rich school, Kala. That's why Gus Omar knows I want to go to MAN here, but I'm not obedient, I was invited. Thank goodness we could meet. Barakah, right, La. He asked once I found this rich joy. At first I didn't want to. Embarrassed. I am very happy to meet you. Want to say a lot to you, La.”
“Ke my home, Yes.”
“Where can?”
“Eh, yes if in the cottage there is an exit limit, yes.”
“Ngot necessarily either. In my cottage that Friday it's free. Santri can meet his parents. And can also go out the cottage buy whatan. Just an hour but. Wkwkwkwk. Sunday is loose too. It's even better to be mbak ndalem. As far as I know, everywhere if you follow Nyai, it's a matter of getting out is not a business. In fact, they are often told to go out. But, yes, you must be prepared if they need anything. Hehe.”
“Yaya, you already know so much about the cottage. Want to play in your cottage again.”
“Dah gini. Ramadan safari next year, you try to the cottage. Nyantri flashes for seventeen days. Najai is like any other santri. Usually a lot of flashes. There is a flash it because of the desire to try how the feeling of mondok. If suitable, fit PSB list. If fit again many can up to hundreds kok.” With his spirit, Nurmaya explained whatever might make Kala interested. Nurmaya is also a friendly girl.
“Seru sure.”
“Ya very exciting. It just so happens that in two days there is a haul cottage. Haul Bu Nyai's. You're coming, huh? Open to the public. Ba’da asar beginning until night time.”
“Bolecules. I tried to come with Onni. Hope Onni can. The onni is often busy. If the order fits again stack, heavy ninggalin. I also can't leave if Onni doesn't give her permission. Must be told to help.”
“Ya gapapa's. It's also a matter of survival. Worship, yes, must be worship. But I wish I could. We'll see you later. I must be busy in the kitchen. It's easy when I try to meet. If you want to find me, then just talk to the committee of the daughter or son. Tanyain Nurmaya or Yaya ndalem the tenth is so insyaallah they know.”
“OK okay. We're coming down, yuk. Buy it at my booth, yeah. Cheapest kok.”
“Hehe. Don't bring a dime, La.”
“Nothing. Come on!” Kala got up while pulling Nurmaya.
They met with Sharif. Nurmaya not only returned Sharif's smile, but lowered her face.
“Syarif, Rif, can not lyrics,” said Kala while continuing to walk with a little turn.
“Inggeh, Ms. Nyai Kala.” He was broken later.
“Temen one OSIM. Vice chairman he. Maklumin, yes, Yes. He's but royal. Eat the same temen, but rather maksa that person. I'm actually really good at being an MC, but he did. Mojokin I'll let you. He's wily. His goal is to enter STAN. The average IPA kid here, wants to get there. In fact, it is difficult. How much toefl should it be. Five hundred like. I can't and don't want to go there either.”
“Hehe.” Nurmaya can't retaliate. He did not have any chat materials to respond to Kala talk.
As soon as he reached the stairs, Nurmaya clipped the position of Kala. He did not want to argue with the students who passed by.
“Oh.” Kala immediately understood and told Nurmaya to move to her left.
“Still have wudu, yes?”
Nurmaya nodded.
“Let's if you want to wudu again, I'll take you. The bathroom is at the back of these stairs.”
Nurmaya nodded again.
“By the way you'll be home riding what?”
“Most later Kang Abi phone chauffeur cottage.”
“Oh, gitu.” Mangosteen kala. He pointed at the booth on the left. There's Mela and Ruma there. Sitting at the buyer's service.
“That's a lot, yes.”
“Iya dong's. The only ones who buy are not just the kids here. Outsiders can also. And then there was the art scene. Two of my friends, Ruma and Mela, will be performing drama.”
“Yes Allah, thank You for treating my miss. Although I can only feel this scene now and do not know when I repeat, but I am grateful that You gave this opportunity. You also found me with the good Kala, Nurmaya's inner”. He stopped stepping. He smiled looking at the joyous stage already decorated by the creative team. Decoration committee.
“You perform too?”
“Emang can?”
“Maybe. Or, you have a masterpiece later let me bacain on top. Like to make poetry?”
“There, La. Just one.”
“Mana-where?”
“There's in my brain. Hehe. You can read it above, La.”
“Yes later you write, yes. God willing I bacain fitting my class appearance.”
Nurmaya creates a smile.
Kala took Nurmaya to her stand. Mela and Ruma waved. He immediately thrust five splints in plastic to Nurmaya.
“For you. Gretongan,” says Mela.
Nurmaya. Little laugh.
“What do you mean, La?”
“Free, Yes.” Kala took the plastic and gave it to Nurmaya. “He is the most bar-bar hafidzoh, the most urgency of a school.”
Mela smile. Put two fingers, thumb and forefinger under the beard. Posed.
“Still, yes.”
“Okay,” Reply Mela.
“Pak Abi monggo, Sir. Purchased bought,” said Mela offered Abimana who was looking at what was sold in the booth of the students. He hasn't bought anything yet.
“Yaya, buy your sempole?”
“Hehe. Potato, Kang. Same as Ma'am Mela.”
Mela whispers, “Don't use mbak. Impressed really old.” Then he looked at Abimana. Whines.
Nurmaya.
“Kang, I'd like to talk to you for a minute.”
Abimana followed Nurmaya's steps. A bit away from the position of Mela, Ruma, and Kala.
“Kang, can I go to Kala's house for a while?” Nurmaya asked. I looked down as soon as I finished asking.
“Then searched Gus Omar or Abah sepuh how?”
“Where, yes, Kang is good?” Nurmaya did not dare to look straight.
“How dare I ask for my own permission?”
Nurmaya. “No dare, Kang.”
“Yes no need. Just go straight back if for example the driver has come.”
“Not long time, Kang.”
“But waiting for Kala to come home must be long, right?”
“Oh, yes. Should be until later in the afternoon,” murmured later.
“Perhaps if today Friday still can.”
“Nggeh sampun (yes already), Kang. Thank you.”
Abiman went around.
