Gold And Diamond
Part 26 "Back of Lecture"
Don't forget to pray. Bismillah. đ¤
Sayyid Omar sat in front of the terrace. Counting each sheet of frayed leaves. While brewing a cup of homemade coffee. Especially for his favorite drink, he rarely asked others to make it. Hardly ever even. He would rather mix it himself. He's baristas. For him, something special must be formulated by someone special. Coffee that must be made lovingly from the hands of a lover, enjoyed with love, so that then the love of a cup of coffee is born.
A sentence of gratitude also accompanied his voice when he was sneaking coffee. Pecked then while slightly laying down his back. His forehead suddenly crinkled. He remembered something after opening his smartphone screen, how many offers he had declined. Then the santri son who walked down in front of him became a blur.
That time...
There was a man who was about fifty and above who came to see him. He sat down with the people who were facing the sepuh. One by one the guests said goodbye and asked for a prayer of barakah, but not with the man. Omar who at that time wanted to rise was not so. The man held her away, asking her to stay for a while.
"Record, Gus..." The man was confused by the word. Meanwhile, Omar looked at him in a hurry.
With a very condescending attitude, the man continued his sentence.
"Maybe Gus Omar will accept my offer, Gus."
"Hmm..offer? What offer?"
"I have two nieces..."
Omar was trying to appreciate by staying waiting. He clearly knew where the conversation was going. No wonder. Indeed, usually when guests come in crowds, there will be some who offer their daughters or relatives. Unfortunately, he was in a hurry. He could not carelessly listen to the sentence that the man had said.
"What time, sir?"
"The great twenty-four, Gus."
Omar is just a beard. "Thank you, sir. Sorry, but I am in a hurry. Hopefully next time we can connect." He's up.
Omar remembered the offer. That's sometimes. The offer came at an inopportune time. And because of its activity is also dense, a lot of it is neglected. However, he has not been able to clarify who the woman in question. Not to mention he didn't know the name of the man. Only a glance still remembered his posture and face.
The sky is orange. The coffee is half. Shown later, how beautiful if the pecintanya come to bring a cup of coffee. He took off the skullcap, then put it on the table. He again questioned who the two women offered him. However, he did not want to bother. Maybe it's not time yet or the two women aren't dating him.
As usual, his days will be busy with activities. Starting from the meeting of the foundation last afternoon after the bell home school-attended by the leadership of SDI, tsanawiyah, MA, the chairman of the girls' and son's cottage. Then, serve the guardians of santri who sowan to the tenth ndalem until the end of Asar time. And, tonight he will be preparing to meet the invitation of the lecture in Lekok District, precisely at the event walimatul khitan held massively.
On the couch, Omar sat delivering a lecture. Half an hour passed until the hour hand stringed in the direction of the number ten. He looked at his watch. Or, once in a while he stood up giving a question to mustami'in.
"Try, Sir, Buk. What's the sign of a boy?"
One of the people answered Khitan. Omar was blaming it.
"If men do not circumcise to adulthood as Prophet Ibrahim how, sir?" Omar looked to the right. Ask the audience to have a microphone.
In a moment he reached into his pocket. "Emm.in my pocket this.kok I find money. I hope the money isn't just fat." Laughter escaped. He also showed two pieces of red money in hand.
"Can anyone answer? Don't give me this money. Sir, Buk, will you?"
They answered in unison.
Omar said hamdalah after sipping warm ginger tea in front of him. Then, his gaze swept across the audience. A girl in a pink hood.
"Yes. Please, Ma'am!" He swung his hand.
"The sign of the male if I know there are two that are out ******** age is even fifteen. I see, Gus." That is how it is with shame.
"Forward."
The young girl was excited. Even corner a friend next to him to take the money forward.
"Eh, ma'am, you came here yourself. Dare to answer mosok emoh money. I count to three times not willing, means scorched." He raised his money with his left hand.
The girl was flabbergasted running while looking down. Covering part of his face with the end of the veil. Meanwhile, Omar ducked down to reach the girl's hand.
"OKAY. Enggeh the answer sahih. So this is Father Mother. If you see a boy who has not issued a******** until the age of fifteen years qomariyah/hijriyah, it means he is considered to be a puberty. If twelve years old is circumcised, it has not been said balig if you have not issued ******. Wh why? Many of the circumcised boys were still small. Exit ****** that there is also a provision. Whahuh? If she is nine years old. How much, sir, Mom? Nine ta-hun. This is a guideline, sir, ma'am. Things like this must be equipped with training children to know the good and correct way of worship as at-ni. Because now many, sir, Mom. Rich people like this are what their parents are so hard for. The older the child, the more it is usually controlled. The pleasure is getting more and more. Understand, ngggeh?"
And, finally the lecture ended at half eleven p.m. When Omar was inching to go home, he met a man who greeted him with a hand.
"Well, Gus Omar?"
"Alhamdulillah. Pangestu." As soon as he scrunched his forehead. "Have you ever been to ndalem?"
"Once, Gus. Why I am the feast day yesterday sowan as well as give Gus an offer."
"Sweetie..." Omar looked. Whisper to the driver to wait in the car and bring all the blessings of sahibul temple.
Omar patted the man on the shoulder despite being clearly older than him.
"May I go to Sir's house...Mr sinten (who)? Not yet known.ngapuntene."
The man smiled kindly. "Oh anu.iya I'm Gani, Gus. Please please! My house is close to here. Ten minutes walk."
Omar checked his watch. "But it's been a night, sir?"
"It's okay, Gus. Really. I am truly honored. Mongos!"
"Oh, thank goodness. Just briefly. I'm gonna say something."
The man seemed to be guessing. He invites Omar to pull over to the left, then turn covering under the penitian trees whose fruit immediately falls out once head-headed.
The people behind looked trailing. Some precede at once say hello. Some are offering. But, Omar only replied with a thank you. It is impossible to go to the house of many people this late. Even if it was not because there was an opportunity and wanted to talk about something, he also could not have visited.
The man entered his house without greeting. The door's not locked. He invited Omar to sit down. Omar himself immediately asked that the man not have to bother treating him before the man offered. He really won't stay long anyway.
