Gold And Diamond
PART 5 "Sayyid Omar"
Vey opened the door of the room in a state of still mengukena. He approached Kala who was sitting in his rote in the living room.
"Please buy me a pad, La. Exit."
"Isn't that a magrib prayer?"
"No. Just got out."
"Hayo don't forget qada, Onni."
"Yes." Yeah." Vey's put in ten thousand.
"Wear mine first."
"No. Not match. Gatel."
"I'm not, Onni."
"Different, La. L waited. Shucks!"
"Ready."
Kala put down the Koran. The grounds stop at the first nine-quarter juz of the fifth page. Uncomfortable walking alone, he pulled out his bike. Ten-minute drive to the department store near his home.
After arriving at the convenience store, he accidentally met with Sharif. Sharif greeted him first. Kontan he's not holding a bandage. He turned his attention to the milk shelf because Sharif tried to approach him.
"You're still craving some Ginian UHT milk?" He took full cream flavored UHT milk.
"Hehe. Aye." Yeah."
"Tonight you called the number I gave you."
"Not going to his house?"
"Contact first. Asked when he was home. Usually if you do not want the youth will immediately say we do not need to go there. If I dare not, I will."
"No, ah. Let's get Onni. Yeah I'll chat later. I'll let you know if there's a reply."
"OKs. What milk do you want to buy?"
Kala gasped.
Sharif deliberately asked that because he just wanted to joke. He actually knew that Kala wanted to take the pads, but was ashamed that he was beside her. He also went to the cashier.
He closed the garage door after putting his bike in. He went straight to Vey's room, which opened the door a little.
"It's the pads." Put it on the bed.
"Good, La." Vey refocused on his conversation on the phone.
"Absolutely," he murmured as he saw Vey slumped while hugging the bolster.
Go to his room. Picking up his smartphone at the study table. Then, take it to the living room and put it back on the table.
Kala grabbed his Koran, resumed murajaah. Next week there will be a tasmi' one juz test. Deposits to two school religious teachers who memorize the Koran are all. Since he had never again studied at TPQ, he only deposit memorization to his teacher, Miss Maria name. Although only twice a week, but the mandatory program of the religious class is very helpful for the development of memorization from month to month. Based on the value of each deposit, over the past year, the rote has steadily increased. He's getting excited. Happy to carry out his mother's message before death.
An hour later. He finished his strand.
"I'm chatting now," he thought.
He sent a message to Vey.
^^^,"Onni, Syarif pesen was sketched. Size 20R." Kala sent the picture.^^^
Vey didn't read it right away.
"Surely it's still the phone," he murmured.
He opened his chat with Sharif. Then, save the number that Syarif sent earlier.
There is no profile. So, Kala could not figure out what kind of person she would love to help. What is clear said Syarif, the person is still a family with the Mahbubah pesantren. As per the agreement of all members, the person is considered the most appropriate to present the study program milad. For the reason that the person is from the background of a pesantren. Waka agreed to it.
Minutes Kala thought of the most appropriate and polite sentence to open the message. He typed, then sent it to Sharif-asked for an opinion. Three times sending messages, according to Sharif everything is good and polite. But, still he still felt that there was something less pleasant to read. After editing twice, he finally sent out his message while curling.
^^^,"Assalamualaikum, Ustad. Sorry if I interrupted the long time. Introduce me Kala Habibati Kala Anjani from MAN Pasuruan. I represent OSIM friends who want to ask for help to fill the recitation event in the framework of our 47th milestone. Here we attach the invitation. And, if allowed we want to go to ndalem panjenengan to talk about this. Well, Ustad? Ngapunten and thank you in advance. 🙏🙏"^^
That's the long sentence until he unconsciously continues to write the study even though it should be sarasehan. Sent tick two. Last seen an hour ago. Fifteen minutes later, the message was returned.
The deg! Kala hurriedly opened it.
Manyun's lips. Not long after he smiled.
Chat is in again.
"Save your number, Ma'am."
Typing time. Soon the profile of the man changed. The silhouette of a person facing the sea.
^^^"Enggeh, Tad. Thank you very much for the opportunity.🙏"^^
Read only.
Kala screenshots. Send it to Sharif. Syarif returned an emot smile and one word okay.
"It looks like a big adult. Got married like that. But, the language of conversation is light, "inner Kala.
"Hopefully he is humble" he murmured later.
Syarif called.
📞"What's up, Rif?"
📞"Fuck."
📞"That young man gus what service there?"
📞"He said Pondok Mahbubah."
📞"Haaa?"
📞"Why? So much for you."
📞"Luckily I was very careful to send the message."
📞"I want you to be ready to host."
📞"Rif, keep the job Caca and Luthfia what? She's the one who's the sexy show. Badrun is also not canned. I don't want to, Rif. Don't maksa. You're enough to make me a sexy publicist."
📞"Already. You I'm in reserve. Doang's backup."
📞"No. Not once either, Rif."
📞"Yes."
📞"No, Syarif Hidayat Alfin." Kala made her voice.
📞"Yes, Habibati Kala Anjani." But, Sharif softened his tone.
Kala turned her head because Vey was blathering beside her. He asked who he was talking to. He whispered, saying with Sharif.
📞"Rif, I remind you once again. I don't want to. I don't want to prepare. I can't snack."
"Why can't it?" ask Vey.
Kala. He told Vey not to continue with his sentence.
📞"I think Brother Vey agrees. Agreed, Sis?"
"What did you say, Fin?"
📞"So MC milad review event."
"Easy. Let me persuade him."
Kala was shaking her lips. Hang up the phone.
Vey sat in front of Kala.
"You must be brave. I know you just don't care. Original could. Take out all the abilities you have, La. The more empowered we become, the more valuable we become. We are usually independent. Go, La. I support it completely."
"Daddy's hope is the same Mother must be that too."
"definitely. They'll be proud to see us."
Kala threw his gaze at the courtyard visible from the door. Inwardly, he sends a gift of fatihah.
