Gold And Diamond
PART 6 "Pesantren Gate"

Do not forget to read prayer... Bismillah 🤗

Vey's sticking himself in the glass.

"La, don't you think this pantes? Or, I'm wearing a skirt, La?"

Kala hasn't left the room yet.

"When?"

"dither. Again wear a sheath," he shouted.

"What's? A scabbard?" Vey frowned. He also approached Kala. Curious sarong how Kala meant.

Vey widens the door. Bend his head. "Seriously wear a glove? Look out for morlot."

"I'm still looking at this tutorial.eaten it."

"O Allah, bother you greatly, La. Wear a skirt. I'd like to change skirts too. How come I don't care for a croatian cabin like this."

Vey to his room. Change appearance. Replace skirts and hijabs.

Repeatedly Kala made sure the sheath did not sag. But, it is not as easy as it is in the tutorial. Until he finally gave up. Consider the possibilities rather than suddenly sagging in the middle of the road. Then, she picked up her black plisket skirt.

Vey stood in the middle of the door. She showed me her levis skirt, faded blue. But, Kala only glanced and had yet to respond. She still bothers to link her hijab with a pentul needle while fixing the unkempt tip of her hijab.

Initially Syarif offered to accompany him, but Kala still refused him on the grounds that there was Vey who would be willing to accompany him. Though, he just didn't want to be seen as being disrespectful, coming to the boarding school with a man who wasn't his mahram. At least he knows what to do later and Sharif has guided him a little.

The journey takes about forty minutes. In less than half an hour, Azan Magrib. Kala could not leave early because it had to go back and forth to deliver orders. With a slightly panicked face, he tried to circulate his gaze in any direction.

Vey. He saw a male santri who was on a motorcycle, then came down when he was about to enter the gate. He whispered, "Down, La. His love for coming down it. Not polite."

"Ohhh." Kala hurried down the bike.

"I'm confused where we should go, yes, Onni."

Vey walked forward. Then, stop after a few steps past the gate line. He approached one of the sons santri who was still in Junior High.

"Where is Gus Omar's house?"

Then, Vey returned to circulate a glance for a moment. Santri the son told him to look to the east corner next to the road to the north. Vey nodded. He was told to go there immediately because Gus Malik will exit the boarding school after magrib. He also thanked her after the santri left. He looked back. He told Kala to get closer.

Kala parked the motorbike to the west, under the canopy, in a place that says special parking guests. He lined up Vey's steps slanting to the left.

Since this was still their first time getting into the pesantren, Vey and Kala looked so clumsy. Afraid wrong. Especially Kala who did not dare to uluk salak even though Vey had already pushed her. Vey threw a glance. Ignoring Kala's ngeyel attitude. Until finally there was a figure of a man with long hair sepundak out to let them in. When he was just in love, maybe he was what Gus Omar meant.

Kala and Vey entered with a bow.

"Kang, Kang?"

Like a genie in a bottle, the so-called kang immediately poked out from behind the right door. Staring at Kala for a while before finally directly dropping the hanky while approaching Gus Omar.

"Kang, please make a drink!"

He's nodding.

Kala slightly glanced at the movements of santri which made him stunned in an instant. He was just amazed at the moral beauty he had just seen. He had never met anyone who behaved like that, except in this boarding school. He began to be curious about the man's name. However, he had to refocus on Gus Omar who had already noticed him.

Vey nudged Kala's arm slowly. Unfortunately, Kala did deliberately not immediately speak because he was still confused about how to start the most polite conversation.

"Mmm..before me and Mbak apologize for interrupting the long time, Gus. As I said yesterday, I would like to reiterate my purpose and purpose here. In October, our school held a milad. In accordance with the agreement of OSIM friends and teachers, we ask with great respect the willingness to attend our event on Monday, the tenth of October. Nine o'clock in the morning."

"That's what the sarasehan event means to Mbak?"

"Enggeh, Kus. The Quran and literature. It's like a coffee njai, Gus. Talk to all the students." Kala held back the feeling of arrogance. But he also tried to get his courage out.

"Yes yes..." Gus Omar was silent for a moment. Considered it.

"Gus Omar is a teacher, isn't he? How come Syarif doesn't say anything? Want to say yes. Hmmm," Inner Kala.

"This is it, yes, Ma'am, yes. Don't try to. Hmm.but if for example I can't, it's easy not to look for badal."

"Oh that, nggeh, Gus."

"I if asked for gini events, my answer is so, Ma'am. Sometimes there are impromptu events. Incidentally in that week, the cottage again had an event. But, I'm working on it. It's easy."

"He's old? How old is he?" Suddenly kepo. He only suddenly focused on Gus Omar's style of speech and his appearance. Shag hair, a face without a mustache and beard, thick lips, yellow skin, a stocky body, round eyes, and a fashion style that is metrosexual.

"Any more, Ma'am?"

"Kang Abi? Is the tea long, Kang?" yell Gus Omar.

"Well, if there's nothing to talk about anymore, I'll go inside first."

"Ngapunten, Gus, hold on..."

Gus Omar did not move.

"Ngapunten, for njenengan's biodata?"

"Woh, that'll let me send you later. Or, sometime I'm reminded before the tenth. Ngoten ngggeh? I'll stay first. Monggo enjoyed drinking and his snacks."

"Kang, accompany them until they finish drinking" whispered Gus Omar to Abimana.

And as Gus Omar ordered, Abhimana sat in front of Vey and Kala.

Vey wants to move on. Unfortunately, the syrup was still very hot.

"Mom's still in High School?"

Not touching the glass. He pulled his hand into his lap.

"Yes" he answered doubtfully. Confused about adding what calls. Kang feels awkward, mas more strange, and if sir feels it does not match the scenery he saw earlier.

"If this is the Mama?" Abimana looked at Vey.

"I'm Kala's sister."

"I'm sorry that Gus Omar can't stay with you for long. Want an event and take the niece to the cure."

From that second sentence Kala was interested to ask. "What pain, sir?" And by accident, sir's call finally came out.

"High fever."

Kala just nodded. Don't know what else to ask. Everything quiet. Moreover, Vey who was reluctant to talk since. Kala again paused the question even though he suddenly wanted to ask.

"If you have a brother or who can be lodged here, Ma'am. Many Santrinya. There foundation. I happen to be here."

"But, it's past the new school year, sir?"

"There are three programs in this pesantren. Santri who school and mondok, mondok while rote, or mondok focus of the book."

"Good, yeah."

"If Mother and Father were still there" Kala's inner.

Vey invites Kala to drink her tea that does not look steamy.

Soon after they broke up.

"Thank you, Mr. Abi.. Mr Abimana, what? Really?"

"Yes. Abimey."

"good. Thank you very much, sir. Greetings to Gus Omar for his banquet." Kala gave a faint smile before she sauntered.

"God I say."

Kala. Watching the sandals.

"That feeling isn't gini?" The position of the sandals was reversed and neatly lined with Vey's.

On travel.

"Onni, it was diem mulu."

"What am I going to say, La? Which is your business."

Smartphone Vey is ringing.

📞"Hello, assalamualaikum, Vey?"

📞"Wa'alaikumussalam. Hmm?"

📞"When we're on vacation together."

📞"How many people?"

📞"Ten people."

📞"OK I see the schedule first ntar I give you the news. I can't take a long vacation if. Poor Brother. I gotta finish people's orders."