Gold And Diamond
Part 13 "Poetry"
“Where did you come to my house? Can not?”
“Sorry, yes, Kala. Can't yet. The driver might be picking you up soon. Allah has not rido me to your house.”
Kala looked at Abimana who was picking up the phone from someone. Shortly thereafter, Abimana walked towards him.
“Gus Omar wants to talk.”
Nurmaya looked up for a moment. His hand shook towards the Abimana mobile phone.
”Enggeh, assalamualaikum, Gus?”
”The driver can't pick up, Nduk. I still take him out of town. Abi didn't tell him to call another driver if there was one. If not, you wait until you come. Do not go home alone. Understand?”
”Hmm.. English, Gus. Means I'm here till later?”
”If other driver does not come.”
”Enggeh, Kus. Thank you very much.”
”If you want to just say the same Abi. Fasting isn't you?”
”M...Mboten, Gus.”
”Ok.”
The connection was also cut.
“Thank you, Kang.”
“Gus Omar to Tuban. Sowan to missionary event haul tomorrow.”
“Oooo.” Nurmaya nodded.
“Kang Abi go home now or wait for the driver too?”
“I have hours after dzuhur. I stay brave?”
“Bare coke, Kang.”
“Oke.” Abiman took out his wallet. Give a piece of money fifty thousand.
“Not necessary, Kang.”
“Order Gus Omar so. Don't be rejected.”
“No need, Kang. Bener. I don't have to jajan.”
“You need lunch.” Abimana.
“Bener, Yes. Lunch is important. Not eating so much,” said Ruma.
Nurmaya accepted it timidly. The scenery actually looks like a wife who gets rations from her husband or even a small child who will be left by her parents.
The students occupy their respective positions. Huddle in front of the stage, sit on stands, arrange chairs under trees, roll out carpets in front of the class. The performer prepares to go on stage. All the students applauded and whistled. Some students were clamoring for the MAN Pasuruan model to be in action on stage with her ability to perform.
Nurmaya sat next to Kala. Sticking up a crab that hasn't been eaten yet.
“I am eating, Yes.” Kala bit the crest she had just lifted from the frying pan.
Nurmaya.
Abimana said again. Tell Nurmaya to be careful outside the pesantren. If there was anything, he requested that Kala call him right away.
“You really are okay here. The atmosphere is not rich in your cottage, Yes.”
Nurmaya smiles. “Yes it's okay, La. Gus Omar asked me to stay. He's the one who wants me to come with. He said, let it be a medicine miss. I wanted to go to school in MAN.”
“Alhamdulillah.”
“Kala, here is tahfiz program too?”
“There. Special child featured religion.”
“What class are you?”
“I featured religion.”
Nurmaya looked carefully at Kala. “You memorized too, La?”
“Ya it's mandatory program.”
“Hopefully smoothly.”
“Aamiin.”
“Target khatam when?”
“Two more years insyaallah.”
“Lecture nyambi memorize you?”
“Insyaallah. Pray anyway, Yes.”
“You're great, La. Self-employment, self-school expenses, college, memorization. Didn't think you were that great.”
“You're amazing too, Yes. Can mondok.”
“Important I'm waiting for you two more days, yes, La. Really want to be able to spend time with you.”
“I try to get me to come with Onni. Yes, he said you want a poem you want me to read. You say, I type in HP only.”
While listening to the performance of the twelfth grade from the IPA department, Kala wrote one sentence after another dictated by Nurmaya.
Forty minutes later. It was Kala's turn to ask to appear first before Mela and Ruma's drama. Music began to play. Actually Kala is not very good at reading works in musical poetry. He only wanted to make Nurmaya happy.
Kala calmed down.
The wind blows lonely, my love...
The whispering wind is longing, dear...
I muttered...
The sky declares its love for the rain...
The tree declares his love with tasbih...
I declare my love with poetry...
My eyes are your eyes...
My ears are your ears...
So we are the same...
Me and you...
For you, GSO...
Kala smiled. His view is looking for a poet.
Nurmaya's fondness for poetry, all began when she often listened to Gus Omar teach the book of mantiq to some students of the class of tsanawiyah in the tenth century. Back then, he peeked deliberately when Gus Omar made one of the’ir syi made with bahar rojaz. Unfortunately, he did not want to be named as the author of the poem that Kala read earlier.
All students applauded. So did the host who immediately called out the word beautiful.
Kala came down to the attention of Sharif who tried to invite him to talk, but he ignored. He immediately approached Nurmaya as he said, “This is amazing.”
“Who GSO?”
Nurmaya just smiled and shook her head.
“Your idola?”
“According to you, La?”
“Ne-know.”
“Later to tell me, La. What time will you be home?”
“What hours, yes, Yes? Mmm...” Shut up for a moment.
“After this stage is finished, anyway, you can go home. There must be a lot of kids waiting for a stand. Buy what that is. Why, Yeah? Wait?”
“Not really. It's nothing.”
“You want to play at my house?”
“Hehe. Ja. They were asked to wait until the driver. Looks like it's still a long time.”
“When you're looking for? The driver came, but there was no one. How's it? I'm afraid if you want to play. Only you will be a problem what not, Yes?”
“Insyaallah no.” Nurmaya is not so sure. But, he was so eager to come to Kala's house. He suddenly thought of taking advantage of this rare moment. After all, Gus Omar gave him permission not to go home alone.
“OK. Yes, it's finished later. We're straight on cuss. God willing, one o'clock is done. There is no prayer for worship today. Salad at home.”
“Let me bonceng, La.”
“Yakin want my bells fit again gini sieve?”
“Yakin.”
“No fear of sagging?”
“Mana may sag. It's so siset. Safe. I can ride a bike too. Usually, if you go out to buy what is the same Ning Bulqis, I loaned a bike hut.”
“Oh, it's ready.”
The bell home from school was loud.
Kala and Nurmaya go hand in hand. Stop in front of the station. He said goodbye to Ruma and Mela who were willing to keep the stand until the afternoon.
“Later the malem let Jojo, Bani, Galih, the same who is,” said Kala while shaking hands with both of them. Nurmaya.
“Eh, where can they cook ginian?”
“Can. You taught them, Mel. Sory can't nemenin. Mumpung Yaya is going to my house. Assalamualaikum, Ges?”
“Yok´s. Wa’alaikumussalam,” Mela replied representing.
Kala told Nurmaya to wait for him in front of the gate. He wanted to pick up his bike in the second-floor parking lot.
Nurmaya walked alone like a stranger. After what happened today, he admired Gus Omar even more. Although not much reprimanded, but the treatment of Gus Omar to him is very good. To the extent that he was given pocket money in order to buy snacks. Yes, though, the money is still intact. Mela, Ruma, and Kala continued to buy her something, including lunch.
The sound of a bicycle that was quite worn made him turn his head. Kala gave him a smile.
“I am the mbonceng.”
“I, La. I want to try. I can.”
Kala handed over his bike. Nurmaya led him a few steps. Then, have Kala immediately go up after he positions the scabbard will not nyrimpeti.
“Eh, bentar.” It's coming down again. Put his backpack in the basket.
“Come, Yes.”
Nurmaya said basmalah lirih before finally biking his bike slowly.
In the middle of the road they joked until they were blown away. Nurmaya recounts the mischievous santri behavior that was once punished in the princess cottage. Including his mischief when first goiter first. Hearing his chatter that did not stop, making Kala until stomach pain. And, no less exciting again when Kala tried to balance the story of Nurmaya with the guyonan of his classmates. Including the attitude of Mela who is bar-bar in class. It really got Nurmaya out of control. His bike suddenly broke. And, not complaining. Both were on the side of the road. Seize the attention of those passing by.
“Udah, yes. Later we do not reach home if gini continues,” said Kala Kelembangan.
Nurmaya gulps. Stand back. Then, take Kala until he gets home.
