Gold And Diamond
Part 60 "Injuring Friends"

He sat in front of the mirror of his room. He finds himself with a fancy gown given by Gus Omar. Tonight, he felt he had to wear that robe to please his giver. The gamis was perfectly attached to his body that looked contained. Then, he came out showing his appearance to Vey.

"Thursday is that pretty, the veil too. Everything is perfect except your smile."

Kala approached Vey, then hit him. Cuddling.

"Bra pray me. Pray I can like Gus Omar, Onni. I'll start forgetting Mr. Abimana." Ever since the magrib, Kala was determined to do so. At the end of her prostration, she almost cried to plead God's pleasure for all her destiny.

Vey releases Kala's embrace. "Aren't you crying anymore?"

Trying to smile.

"Yes already. It's good that it's like this. You're all grown up. I want to be someone's wife." Vey stroked Kala's left arm.

"Maybe Mr. Abi is your soul mate, Onni," he said. He stared at the two dark-colored eyeballs. Although he had clashed on the phrase love does not have to have, which in reality is not as easy as his pikraran, he again strengthened his heart and mind. Life does not always go as desired.

When Uncle Gani got out of the rental car, Kala was surprised and immediately asked, "Cock bring a lot of people why, Uncle?" He walked over to Budhe Atun. "I'm ashamed, Budhe?" continued.

"It's nothing. Lawong is only three people."

"So the whole family knows?"

Budhe Atun nodded. Kala's arm. "It's really pretty, Nduk, you. Whose clothes are these?" Of course Budhe Atun felt there was something special about Kala's performance. Because Kala has never used an expensive brand.

"Gus Omar."

"God.ya Alhamdulillah can fit and fit so well. I can't guarantee that Gus must be demen, Nduk, you use the gift."

Kala nodded. When asked to enter the car, sit in the front seat.

Meanwhile, Vey and Uncle Gani carry things into the trunk.

"Na, how much money's up for Budhe to change."

Vey replied while arranging, "No need, Budhe. I already counted my monthly expenses."

"You just take the money from Budhemu" whispered Uncle Gani who was about to close the trunk.

Vey stared. "It's okay, Uncle. Seriously."

"Continue Abimana yesterday how? Have you decided?"

"I told you there's no commitment between us. Don't wait for each other either."

"You refuse subtle?"

"What should I do, Uncle? Yes this can be considered better among us to get acquainted first. If I say it right away, I'm in a hurry."

"They're a good family. Abimana also Soleh. Uncle regretted you actually responded to his proposal like that. Sounds impolite, Na."

"I'm sure Mas Abi understood too. Did Uncle really agree?"

Uncle Gani passed.

"Uncle answer first!" Vey pulls Uncle Gani's shirt.

"You're an adult."

Vey was pensive for a moment before Budhe Atun told him to enter immediately.

Not felt the journey ended in the courtyard of Pesantren Mahbubah. Almost the whole corner is glowing. Among the santri who want to go to the early madrasah, there are two santri who run to welcome the car. Direct where the car should be parked.

Kala and Vey seemed to notice Uncle Gani speaking to the son santri who occasionally pointed towards the tenth ndalem.

"We were immediately asked to ndalem," said Uncle Gani later.

Open the car door first. His views spread throughout the pesantren. Then, beside the tenth ndalem he narrowed his gaze. Take a few steps to clarify who you saw. He hastened his pace. Go without saying goodbye. Ignoring the call of Budhe Atun.

"Where is Kala going?"

"I don't know, Budhe," replied Vey.

"Follow him!"

Vey according.

Kala called lirih. Afraid of calling people wrong. But, it was true that the crying woman was Nurmaya. Nurmaya is with the other princess.

"Gapain's here, huh? Why cry?"

The crying rained down on Nurmaya's face.

"Yes, what's wrong with you?" Kala approached again until he actually saw the swift tears of Nurmaya.

Nurmaya.

"Yeah, what's wrong? Tell me." - Tell me."

"Where can I tell you, La?" He asked back.

"Yes, you can tell me. I'll give you your friend, yeah." Kala invited Nurmaya to sit on the edge of the terrace.

Nurmaya refused, while Kala was sitting down, ready to listen to whatever the heart of Nurmaya.

"You better be honest" the santri whispered to Nurmaya.

Nurmaya. Then go towards the princess's cottage.

"Why, yes, Nurmaya even cried I asked that?" kala Gumam.

"La, let's go in it lo," Pinta Vey.

Kala. "Attent. Go ahead."

Kala. Holding back the santri's steps so as not to go follow Nurmaya.

"I want nanya. Yaya why, Ma'am? Mama knows?"

"It's actually his personal secret. No one knows. Maybe it's just me who just got the hang of it."

"Not knowing me. Meanin?"

"I'll tell you the point, yeah. You ever remember that poem that Nurmaya made in your school at the time, Ma'am?"

"Do you know about that?"

"Yaya had to tell me everything just now. Before she cried shockingly after seeing you coming."

"What's up, anyway, this? What am I wrong? What does this have to do with poetry?"

"He wrote poetry only to be dedicated to one person, Ma'am. Just like that, yeah. This is her privacy. Nurmaya didn't want me to tell anyone else. She's embarrassed." The Santri left after saying his greetings. Hurriedly.

"When?" call Vey again.

Kala didn't hear.

Since Kala was getting curious, he followed the princess. He asked the santri-santri who sat on the terrace of the cottage-preparation to leave the early madrasah.

"Gus Omar doesn't teach our class. Males came in, ah. Weigh later in the kang santri senior, but jutek it lo."

"Sopo mean?"

Others chimed in, "The Abimana."

"Lo iya. The cuckiest senior Kang, as far as I know he is. Same with Gus Omar who's smiling."

"But, you heard, right, today Gus Omar wants a proposal. Uh, I mean fiancee."

The other Santri suddenly gathered.

"Who are you?"

"Kata Mbak ndalem dong."

"Snick, but upset too, anyway. Pantsan will not teach us. Whose fiancee is the same? Ning from which boarding school?"

"No understand. If you want to know, ask Nurmaya!"

"I saw him run away crying."

Kala stopped in front of the santri. He overheard them talking about Nurmaya. That's why he connected and asked where Nurmaya is now. The santri-santri watched him from head to toe.

"Whose mom?"

There was santri who said. Just got off the stairs. "Mbak, sorry, yeah. Regulations here if mbesuk or nyambang santri should not be night-night. I have a message to send."

"Anu.but this is important, Ma'am. I'm sorry I don't want Nurmaya's sideburn. Coincidentally tonight I just want to go to ndalem Abah sepuh. I saw Nurmaya crying. Nurmaya was my friend, Ma'am. Could you please call me sebentaaar. Please! Help me, what?" Kala put her hand down

Someone then suddenly came. "Who are you going to this night? Ndalem want an event? do you know yet?"

Replying to reflexes. "He knows, Ma'am. I'm on the show."

"What's a joke, huh?" Santri kepo asked again.

"Seriously, Ma'am." Kala still did not realize that the answer made santri guess.

"Which pesantren?"

"It's not a pesantren. From Lekok."

"We've never met rich, but where?" ask the other santri.

Kala. He was focused on Nurmaya. I hope Nurmaya wants to see him for a little while.

"Today it was Gus Omar who wanted your fiancee, Ma'am. The partying family's daughter?"

"Hmm?" Only then did Kala realize something.

"What's up, La?" Nurmaya stood to her right. From four meters away.

When you go down, excuse me. He's approaching Nurmaya. Inviting Nurmaya to please just talk to both.

They pulled over at the gazebo adjacent to the passion fruit plant splice.

"Yeah, who's the GSO you mean? If I have something wrong, you explain! I don't understand. I thought of you."

"I have no right to clarify my feelings all this time, Kala. I'm just the son of a fisherman. Maybe it's better if only Adira understands."

"Adira was your girlfriend?"

"Yes. Enough of him, La. You go back now to Ndalem. The show may have already begun. I've cooked well. Enjoy it, yeah." Nurmaya is in a hurry.

Kala. Pulling the Nurmaya sarong plan.

"When in fact, when is the day I intend to tell you something."

"You mean it, I understand."

"Yes, many know for sure. To come here, I need courage, yes. I need stability. Yeah, you sure you don't want a story?" This time it was very pushy. Someone kept pushing his heart.

Nurmaya tried to stem the tears. "The point is that you should be thankful for what you might have. Sometimes other people want, but it does not deliver. Thanks for watching me, La." Nurmaya breezed away. She shed her tears slowly. Falling with each step.

Back to the front ndalem. He looked at Budhe Atun and Vey almost scolded him with a look.

"Yes Allaaah, awaited this family lo, hiiiih. You're running around, La." Budhe Atun let go of his frustration.

From the outside, Kala could see how many people were in the living room. And clearly they are all a big family Pesantren Mahbubah. For the sake of seeing that scene, his heart beat suddenly irregular.

Vey fixed Kala's untidy veil. "It's pretty. Yup!"

Budhe Atun pulls Kala's hand.

"Buddy?" Kala grimacing.

"Why?"

"Shame, Budhe." Withholding steps. He's sitting on the floor. Weld like a child.

"Shame to see, Nduk!"

Vey squatting. "La?"

"Onni, I'm serious. I am so ashamed of Nget. I can't look at them."

"Yes, come on down, La."

"No way, Onni. So ashamed."

"Oh my God, why am I not so confident. It felt like I wanted to just go home," her inner self.

"When?"

"Onni?"

"Nduk, awaited it lo, Cah Ayu. Gus Omar asked where you were."

He could clearly hear how fast his heart was pounding.

"Shy, Onni. I am not rich, I am usually brave. This time I was so ashamed of the tree."

"Bismillah" said Budhe Atun.

"You just keep bowing. While treating, La." Vey helped Kala stand up.

Kala remained firm. Until finally he ventured even though he held the shame of half-dead. He entered the ndalem with his knees touching the floor. Then, hide behind Budhe Atun's body.

Happy 10th fast tomorrow..As fasting and ssmangat undergoing activities. Accept it all.. 🤗🤗🙏🙏🙏