Gold And Diamond
Part 42 "Gilt"

The next day. Nurmaya came to the hospital with a love dish that had been placed in one branch. It was just that it was not him who gave, but Ning Bulqis. He waited outside the room because inside there was Gus Omar, Ning Bulqis, and Gus Asri.

"Yusuf picked up pok o, Deck!"

Joseph was the youngest son.

"No need, Ma'am. Leave it at the cottage. Not even focused on learning if you know Abah is sick like this."

"Not even told at all."

"Dikasih knows tomorrow that Abah's condition has improved."

"What does the doctor say?"

"Alhamdulillah is good." Gus Omar turned to the table. "This is Nurmaya's cooking?"

"Yes. Pesen?"

Gus Omar sat down and nodded.

"Mandio. Ma'am take care."

"No. I want to eat first."

Nurmaya saw that the two were eating her food voraciously. Meanwhile, Gus Asri was performing the duha prayer.

"Is it because I'm a ndalem's servant?"

Go home to the boarding house with the santri. He got the mandate so he wouldn't have to come to the hospital anymore. He complies.

In the middle of the road, he got a few people he was canaling towards the pesantren gate.

"They?" He opened the car glass instantly.

"Kang, I'll just go down at the gate, nggeh, Kang."

"Yes, Ma'am Yes."

He's down in front of the pesantren. Staring at the car turned back, to the hospital again.

Not long after, he waved.

"Why are you ahead?" He asked before getting off the bike.

"The motor is parked inside, La. You're bustling with gini, La?"

"It's okay. Mela Sama Ruma wants to know the contents of the pesantren he said. Once upon a time he was captivated by the santri. Isn't that right, Mel?" I looked to the left side.

"Yok.y. The house is usually calm. Same goes with me bar-bar." He's laughing to himself.

The motor is parked in a special parking lot for guests.

"Where are we going, huh?"

"Follow me, La. Mela said she wanted to know the contents of the cottage, right?"

Mela. "To the sons' cottage, huh?"

Kontan Kala hit him. "No way. You think it's boring."

Mela was stunned to see the santri who were dressed neatly with the style of the sheath. He thought it was just a gloved boy, but it turned out that in this Mahbubah princess boarding school he could see an unusual sight.

"Yes, you're fitting into the school's shackles." Mela looked at Nurmaya. The one who was smiling.

Nurmaya asked the three of them to wait for a moment in the santri vault. He tiptoed to his room. Then, return to bring a series of orange powder drinks and a few packs of biscuits belonging to his room.

"Kok brought here all?"

Nurmaya sits. "Rather than no one eating, La." He opened the package. Tell the three of them to taste it immediately.

"I want to tell you, yes. You are santri here. My goal here is also to share that story."

Mela, Ruma, and Nurmaya's faces turned curious. While slowly putting food in his mouth, Mela and Nurmaya listened.

"Kok I kepo," muttered Ruma.

The deg! A soft swish suddenly struck his heart. He's nodding.

"Know who that woman is?"

Mela guessed, "You are, La?"

Ruma is like that too. "You're being betrothed to Gus Omar?" His voice was even louder. Dragging attention santri-santri views that accidentally passed.

Meanwhile, Nurmaya was trying to fix the mimic of her face that began to feel changed. Pulling line smile slack lips.

"Keep me first. Shame to know heard. Issshh." Kala prevented Mela and Ruma from speaking carelessly again.

"Yaya, the one to be betrothed is my Onni. Onni, Yes."

"Onni Vey?" shouted Mela and Ruma together.

"Don't be hard, Mel, Rum." Kala hit Mela's thigh.

"Gus Omar what a rich man, huh? I want to be clear."

"The nicest person I've ever known, La. Also good for everyone. That's enough to represent how he is." Although it actually feels so painful, but he does not want the three of them to be able to look at his true feelings.

"How is the story?"

Just for the sake of hearing the story, Nurmaya had to endure all the grief that came gnawing all of a sudden. Strong is not strong he must know what the real story is. And, really the story was beyond his expectations. Then he asked, why do not those who do not expect to get a chance? Why is it that so close to offering love even neglected?

"What is Miss Vey, Kala?"

"As you saw yesterday."

"A self-sufficient woman you mean?"

Mela and Ruma while still listening while eating biscuits, then occasionally pouring water from kettles.

"Onni is so much more independent that you see."

"But, is the cause just that? Why was Gus Omar so easy to accept the offer of introductions? As far as I know it is not easy to reach his heart," Nurmaya's mind. He held back the next question. But, she hoped Kala would tell her even if she did not ask.

"So you're having a hard time because?"

He looked at Ruma. "Rum, do you think it's easy to decide such a big thing."

"And not necessarily a soul mate too," responded Ruma plainly.

"Metal as well." Nurmaya.

"Who knows Gus Omar just wants to appreciate people's offers. He also thought that time.jodoh will not be confused. Wkwkwkwkwkw."

"Brothers, Mel..." Kala. There's no way he's telling me about Vey's real problems.

"Gus Omar is still busy caring for Abah. Be ill. So, maybe the meeting was still a long time. I suggest salat isikharah aja."

"Onni's never been given such advice Uncle."

The three of them went home, but Nurmaya was still languishing on the spot until Abimana called her from the gate of the princess's cottage.

"Why, Kang?"

"I want to say something important." Abimana. He showed me a piece of paper in his hand.

Nurmaya furrowed her brows. Moving closer. Then, take the paper and hide it. Just a few seconds he approached, then immediately left. Abimana also went straight away or Nurmaya will get a punishment from the princess security manager.

In order not to be known to anyone, Nurmaya went to the bathroom. Just for the sake of reading that message.

Yaya, I know Gus Omar will keep persuading you. We should be able to work together. I know you don't like me because you like Gus Omar. I ask for help you can firmly refuse. You have no problem voicing your unpreparedness. Don't worry. You just need to find a polite word. I'm sure you can. Sorry, Yaya.

"Kang Abi's mother knows I like Gus Omar? Oh, God, how is this. So shy. Oh, my God." He bit his lips. His feet fell to the floor.

"Can you tell? Kok can. In fact, we just know very close. Kang Abi seems to be so cute too. How Kang Abi understood first."

He ripped the paper off before throwing it in the trash.

Thank you for waiting. Thank you for your best prayers. Thanks for the good prejudice. Kafil insyaallah is discussed in the next eps.. 🤗🤗🤗🙏🙏😅🥀 ___