Gold And Diamond
Part 18 ”Haul Bu Nyai”
Don't forget to pray. Bismillahs.. ☺
Vey checked his vibrating phone. Incoming messages.
“What time is it?”
^^^“Malem. Luckily tomorrow I'm only teaching 2 jp, Kaf . I'm leaving.”^^^
^^^“Eh, said you have an event also tonight?”^^^
“Doang dinner only. You careful. Nitip prayer.”
^^^“What prayer?”^^^
“Let us be a match, Na.”
^^^“Halah. Your words stale.”^^^
“Bye. Assalamualaikum?”
^^^“Waalaikumussalam.”^^^
Five minutes later. The phone has entered the bag. He did not read the message that came after that.
Vey and Kala depart after finishing cleaning the house, cooking, and completing one sketch that tomorrow must be sent to Magelang. As usual, Vey told Kala to piggyback on the way out. Meanwhile, Vey prefers to piggyback on his way home later. Depart them when the long needle points at the number four.
The sound of his sound system blared, welcoming from a distance. From a distance of half a kilo, there were santri-santri sons dressed in all white were on guard. Direct all pilgrims to park the vehicle in the place that has been provided. Kala followed the bikers who turned south, while the cars, trucks, and elves turned north.
Motor lacing filled the highway. Towards a large enough parking lot. It is enough to accommodate about two hundred motors. Reportedly, the place is still part of the cottage area which will later be built lodging and resto. It is reserved for the saints' guardians and pilgrims who stop by the tomb of bu nyai sepuh. Kala and Vey had listened to the chatter of the mothers who had just got off the bike, parked next to him.
“We don't pack white, La?” Vey matched the model and color of her clothes to the one her mother wore next to her. He now wears comprang pants and a loose tunic L— size one grey color stel outfit. Plus black pasmina that is only attached on the left right shoulder— as is the custom.
“No papa, Onni. I even gamisan items gini.” When actually wearing all-black clothes and instant veils XL size gray color tends to be black.
They both followed the mother who walked ahead. Right next to the santri of the son's lodge, Kala remembered something. With a sigh, he asked one of the santri to inform him of his arrival at Nurmaya.
“Nurmaya or Yaya abdi ndalem tenth.”
“Yes, Ma'am. Ready. I'm saying.”
“One watch for a moment.it will take a position where, yes, so that Mbak Yaya can be easily found. This is a lot of worship. Punten troublesome.”
“Try me to deliver! Come with me, Mother. Come!”
Vey and Kala just according to. Will be taken where. Kala was only worried if later Nurmaya had trouble finding him. Meanwhile, that afternoon he had said he would celebrate haul with him.
They both walked over the sidewalk. Keep following the son santri's quick steps. As it turned to the pesantren courtyard, the courtyard had actually been filled by hundreds of worshippers from various cities and provinces. Santri son was confused where to direct them to. Many times he turned his eyes. Looking further away, maybe there is still a place in front. Because, the habit of pilgrims who prefer to occupy the back and leave the front empty.
Santri looked back. The front of the wooden house. “That's ndalem tenth. There's a tarp still empty. You guys are good if you want to meet Ma'am Yaya. It still fits for those six pilgrims. Let's get there!”
They were both invited to cover to the edge. Stepping on the slippers of messy worshippers. Waving branches of mango trees that curve sloping.
“Please have the script here. I'll call Mbak Yaya.”
“Thank you.”
“There is a good thing you met Yaya.”
“Onni, I broke down. While waiting for Yaya to come.” Kala took out his little Koran.
Vey took his smartphone. Play ficibook and insagrem for a while. Posting the work and the results of his new order to the two social media.
“If marriage costs six million enough times, yes, if made as simple as possible. The cheapest if the contract in KUA. But, I got married in KUA. Hmm..must be ready this budget of seven million. Less, deh, kayakhya,” inner.
Vey opens a financial registrar app. Re-examine the results of this month's calculations.
“This month's expenditure is almost four as well as the same Kala tuition, electricity, and water, all the same. Salary money is already bad to buy the needs of the house, and net income this month is only a million eight hundred. Okay gapapa. Login balance. My marriage savings are enough. But, the cost of college Kala bertar again will be many. Four million more. Mm..moga-may next month increasingly rame his message. May they continue to be healthy as well. Let's keep working.”
Fatigue indeed. Vey holds any number of orders. It's just that it is written in the caption of the post, pre order no later than thirteen days special— for painting. Lettering and pre-oder sketches for up to five days. Meanwhile, dowry, hampers, bouquet can be directly done.
Vey re-posted a new ad. It's wedding season. He opened discounts up to 25 percent during the months of October and November. Hope more buyers. Currently insagremnya followers have more than 100k, while the number of likers entered the number of three thousand. Comparable to his business knitting this business years ago. Desire to buy a DSLR camera. It is actually quite good if the results of his work look more charming in the photo. Unfortunately, the camera was too expensive.
Soon, Yaya emerges from the front startling Vey and the busy Kala.
“Heh, where were you?”
“From side door.”
“So aren't you here? Not sought?”
“Udah many who hold kitchen affairs. The cook also exists. I'm gonna take a quick shower. Still bauk.”
Kala looked at Nurmaya's shabby face. Also his slow sweat slid down his cheek. He nodded later.
Nurmaya returned when suddenly there were dozens of pilgrims coming together to meet the last empty place— outside was also full. This time, he wore a white tunic as thin as a calf of gray stripes with subordinates of a madurese batik sheath.
“I want to try the sheath, but can't, Yes.” Kala urung took his eyes off Nurmaya fashion which he thought was so graceful.
“This primisima material glove. More delicious, but not as easily as if we use glyor.”
“Start what time?” ask Vey.
Nurmaya replied. “About five o'clock, Mbak.”
“Loh, you guys didn't bring anything?”
“Yes only need mukena, right?”
“It's food. Just keep going.” He rose towards the tenth ndalem.
Less than ten minutes he's back. Carry two boxes of Styrofoam and two glasses of mineral water.
He gave it to Kala and Vey. “You should get this in front.”
The three of them flinch for a moment. Fill the residence by looking in any direction. Vey's gaze only swept briefly toward the stage, then returned focus to his mobile screen. Kala was stunned, saving his gaze to the main door of the ndalem which was only visible from the side—remembered his meeting with Abimana. And Nurmaya answered the verses of Fatihah and prayed for almaghfurllah bu nyai.
Kala and Nurmaya turned their heads, staring at each other. Nurmaya started the word, “Kemarin Gus Omar nanyain kamu.”
“Why askin?” Ordinary tone.
