
Sharif is the same as Mela and Ruma. What he said earlier he would immediately tell was ignoring Vey's phone.
"But Sharif is not feeling well anymore. It's not good for samperin to go to his house."
However, Vey finally went there. If Sharif doesn't give an answer, he'll go to Kala's school because it's already school time.
"Assalamualaikum, Rif?"
Door opens. "What's up, Ma'am?"
"Is there any, Auntie?"
"Oh, this is Madam Vey where my son made the souvenir?"
"Yes, Aunt. I need to be the same Sharif."
"She's sleeping again. He's carefree. I have not been able to take the medicine until now. The fever is a bit high. How about next time?"
"Oh, I see.yes already, Auntie, I'm home. Thanks though. Assalamualaikum."
"Yes waalaikumsalam."
Vey goes to school. Although a little dizzy, he still rode the bike at high speed. As soon as he arrived in front of the gate, he immediately approached the security guard.
"Sir, mission.want my sister Kala class twelve superior religion. Haven't you gone home yet, huh?"
"Before I see, yes, Ma'am. Monggo sit down, Ma'am."
The guard then went to check. Because usually there are still students who remain in class when it is time to go home from school. He came back after ten minutes.
"Nothing, Ma'am. All classes are empty. I closed all my classes."
"When you go?" inner Vey.
"Sir, is Maria home?"
"No idea, Ma'am. But many have gone home."
Vey's home. "Did he go to his crest? Or to Mas Abi's shop," he thought.
Missed call.
๐"Sorry, disturb, Mas. Where else is it now?"
๐"Again in the cottage."
๐"Big bag. You know Nurmaya?"
๐"Famous. Any need?"
๐"Are Kala the same Nurmaya?"
๐"I check first I'll call you back. Yaya is in Ndalem."
๐"Please."
Vey decided to go home. When he got home, his phone rang.
๐"Well, Mas?"
๐"Nothing."
๐"Yes already. Thanks." Thanks."
๐"Not coming home?"
Vey said what happened, but not last night.
๐"Tracked his phone. Use a number or e-mail. Can you?"
๐"I tried first. Thanks, Mas."
๐"Yes equally."
Sejurus Syarif who called.
๐"Mela, Ruma, the same Kala he said now in Lamongan. To the WBL he said."
๐"What? Ask for help, yes, Rif you tell Kala that I am nyariin. Get him to come home or he'll be married soon." Vey.
๐"Who are you?"
๐"Sheep, Brother. Once. His name is also young. Especially rich Kala. Need that refreshing."
๐"Your head."
Vey was immediately shutting down. He went to Kala's room to check if Kala had a cell phone with him or not. And, it turns out Kala accidentally left his phone. Only then did Vey realize something.
"Are you angry?"
Vey remembered last night yelling at Kala who was trying to care about her.
"But, does it have to be that angry with her?"
Uncle Gani called out to him from the front door. His steps sounded closer.
"Mother?"
"Uncle?"
"Where's Kala?"
"When to Lamongan equally tense."
"Tonight I will make a pact with Gus Omar to ndalem. Gus Omar wants Kala to go to Abah. Kiai wants to meet."
"How else do you want?"
"Yes already. Tell him to come home. Uncle will tell Gus Omar."
***
The chest is real getting stiffer. Nurmaya overhears Gus Omar's conversation in her room. Initially because he was in charge of delivering food, but after that he deliberately put an ear in front of the door. When Kala's name was mentioned, he was unable to shake his curiosity. He eavesdropped until it was clear that Gus Omar wanted to marry Kala.
His body shook violently. Chest shaken. Saliva was swallowed several times. She spared immediately, then scattered her cries in the bathroom of the princess cottage. Unable to hear that heart-wrenching revelation.
"You're the one who ended up being that chosen woman, La?" She's ashentic. Continue crying until it sounds loud enough. No matter what other santri outside is waiting in line.
"Why does it feel so painful, O God."
Binge.
"When you are pinter, the cup is many, memorize it too. Be educated. Not rich I'm just a ndalem man. My dad was a fisherman. Not a pantes to be a big family ndalem. I should have really realized myself. Yes, realize from the beginning that your duty is only to serve. The love you give is only the love of a santri to his teacher. That kind of love should not expect to be self-reliant." He counsels himself. But, in reality, the chest is getting sagging. Her tears fell along with the tap water.
Nurmaya immediately washed her face with ablution. He realized he was being seduced by the devil. He tried his hardest to hold the puff of anger in his chest.
"Yeah why?" ask santri who is in line.
Nurmaya. He covered part of his face with the end of the veil. He doesn't want to go to Ndalem. It was work that forced him not to be heavy-hearted again.
Steps ceased. Eavesdropping again.
Gus Omar was talking on the phone. Talk about a failed meeting. Then schedule a meeting the other day.
"So, Abah sepuh actually want to meet Kala?" He really feels jealous. I want him to express his feelings right now.
So Nurmaya wondered why Gus Omar quickly dropped the choice to Kala, but she also realized that Kala was an accomplished girl.
"Mother?"
"Snap?"
"Display there?"
Nurmaya. Afraid of his face being noticed.
"What do you think it was, Nduk?"
"Allahu akbar," his inner. Nurmaya's chest suddenly seemed to want to explode. His heartbeat is not rhythmically normal.
"Good, beautiful, and talented, Gus." He also kept telling the truth. Not reducing, not adding. He said what he admired.
"What was he at school?"
"Friendly, Gus."
Gus Omar smiled. However, Nurmaya saw that it was like a knife slicing through a heart. Question after question Gus Omar must he answer with a chest that is getting heated up.
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Tell it from the heart to get to the heart. The heart will speak first. The heart will more quickly feel all that is based on sincerity. Thanks for everything..๐๐๐ฅ