Gold And Diamond
Part 14 ”Two Jewelry”
Don't forget to pray. Bismillahs..😘
Nurmaya exclaimed with pleasure. Admire the atmosphere around the shady Kala house. The grassy ground and full of fallen leaves make the surroundings feel soothing. The wind was also breezy, wiggling the purple orchid flowers that had just bloomed yesterday afternoon. He counted succulents hanging on the terrace—ada eight pots and flourished.
“This page is as wide as who is riding, La?”
“Schedule dong. If Onni cooks, it means me. Rather, deh. Today Onni is cooking. But, I turned it on in the afternoon,” replied Kala while taking off her shoes and socks. He took her inside.
“Come, Yes. Don't bother there.”
“Here is good,” replied Nurmaya who was looking up.
Eyes circulate. Find the broom and the cikrak. Both are next to the baggage door. He picked it up, then swept the page without Kala's knowledge.
However, Kala immediately exclaimed from within. Prevent. He grabbed the broom, then put it in its original place.
“Not yet solat, right? Pray first, ah. You are the priest.”
“Ndon't want to be his priest. You have a home.”
“You are more sinter, Yes. Come on! Asked to enter onni.”
“Onni-mu what?” Nurmaya according. Letting his hand be pulled.
“Painting. I came home from school at half an hour. Solat directly ngerjain pesenan. Pre order max fourteen days. So it must be cypet-cepet dikjain because if pesenan three is not good enough.” Kala sat Nurmaya on an old model sofa chair. Tell him not to go anywhere.
“She said?”
“Iya, Yes, bentar. We have lunch first,” replied Kala as he passed to the kitchen.
Vey humming, “La, make fried eggs. Our luck ran out this morning. Two aja. I ate earlier at the stall.”
“Oke.”
Back to the living room.
“Yes, pray first, yes. I want to make omelette falter. I turned out to be mens.”
“Oooh, yes.” Nurmaya. Following the steps of Kala.
Kala pointed at the door near the sink. He told Nurmaya to go there, put on her flip-flops, and had Nurmaya turn on the sanyo button hanging next to the bathroom door if the water in the tub ran out.
“Upload own home, Yes.” Vey rising. Shaking hands with Nurmaya.
“I Vey.”
“On-ni Vey.” Nurmaya. Imitating the way Kala called.
Vey laughing. “No pantes you call that. The others, yes. Yes, the prayer hunt. New break.”
“Iya, Mbak.” That was the worst call for Nurmaya. He walked slightly lowered his head towards the door that connected the bathroom.
Vey refocused on his paintings, while Kala was making omelettes for herself and Nurmaya.
“Onni, egg supplies we live five seeds. This month we have not been shopping anymore,” he said while stirring eggs with seasonings that have been sliced. Then, he sprinkled a piece of sausage.
The oil has been hot. I poured it half. Ceeesss! He hurriedly took the spatula.
“Iya. We bought it this weekend. After we calculate the amount of our income and expenses last month.”
Kala just held up her thumb.
“No guy. Just leave gapapa,” said Kala. He poured the half-whipped egg back.
“Eh, it's near my room where the prayers are. My room has HKA.” Kala pointed.
Nurmaya nodded.
Ten minutes later.
Kala accidentally did not put rice, dishes, vegetables, and side dishes on the dining table. He took her to the living room to be more free to joke with Nurmaya. Nurmaya could be a lot of talk if there's Vey. He who was already sitting sweetly on the chair, waved at Nurmaya who immediately turned her head towards the living room.
“Yaya, don't tell me you're still full, yeah. Because of the rules, anyone who plays home should eat.”
Nurmaya was still speechless after smiling faintly. Looking to his left side saw some trophies displayed there.
“I can see your head?”
“Bby. It's got Onni too kok.” Take the rice.
He's risen. Count the number of trophies that turned out to be more than twenty. He secretly admired the figure of a friend that he had not seen for so long. Habibati Kala Anjani who turned out to have one tartil medal, five tahfiz five juz and ten provincial level juz porseni competitions, one big cup of cooking competition results between villages in 2018 regency, two cup championships two county-level speech races, five intelligently meticulous county-level, and the remaining twelve were Vey's.
In the past, Vey was also very accomplished. Starting from swimming competitions, rock climbing, camping, cooking with Kala, and most drawing and painting competitions. Unfortunately since the final semester, he had stopped taking part in the races. He focused on doing his business to keep his life.
Nurmaya did not stop muttering the word masyaallah.
“I'm lucky to see you today, La.”
Pointing to the plate. Told Nurmaya to immediately follow her who had eaten— - when in fact she had lunch at school. Weight fifty-five did not make him feel he had to blame his diet which can sometimes be four times a day.
“You why was told to cook on the tenth night?” Kala while chewing.
Nurmaya is still standing.
“The last two years Abah was sick. Ning Bulqis her son-in-law could not cook special meals. So, we were tested. I was selected.”
Nurmaya looked back at the trophies.
“You did not teach the children of njai village?”
“Hehe. Naw. There is TPQ. The kids on kw there. I wouldn't recommend myself either, would I. Besides, if they need to, they'll be here. Strange too, right, if I suddenly appear in the middle of them as if to show myself.”
“Surely people already know you. You pinter naji.”
Kala stopped eating for a moment. “There are also those who do not like me and Onni. Don't know why. Therefore, Onni and I rarely show up. We focus on our activities that are busy enough. Haduh, if the fit is rame, we can sleep until two, half three.”
“But, eman-eman Kala if your naji science is not trusted?”
“Sit is what you mean?”
“Iya. You can use HP every day. Open private lessons at home. There must be some interest.”
“Iya also. Children now prefer private paychecks. Private school lessons. But, I must be read first with Onni.”
“Don't forget about his haul Bu Nyai.”
Soon someone said hello.
Kala nodded while answering. Nurmaya looked at his face. He suddenly worried.
