
Don't forget the bismillah.. 😊😀
All comments I reply to in this part. Happy letter from Nurmaya....🤭🤭🤭🙏 ️
"Thank you, Rum. I think if you don't get me today, I pass out. It doesn't taste good now. How about that."
"He's resting, gih. Don't go out if it's not important. I'm balek, La. Assalamualaikum?"
"OKAY. Waalaikumussalam´s chat. Careful, Rum."
"okay."
Kala said hello when he looked down, taking off his shoes in the middle of the door. His gaze was drawn to his left, on the living room table. There's a big box.
"What is a package from Sharif, huh?" he put his shoes on the shelf.
He checked.
"Oh, Jogja. Bener of this Sharif," he murmured.
Then he opened it. Contains one large koala doll, jumbo size, and a custom craft bag inscribed with Habibati Kala Anjani.
"Rif, there's no way you're transferring schools. We have to graduate here together. Me, Mela, Ruma, and you, Rif." Kala was sad to see the gift of Sharif.
"Onni, there was a sign from Mr. Abi."
"Message?" Vey is packing sketches and letters that are soon ready to be packaged.
"The harvest Mr. Abi said I was in the hospital, adding five hundred seeds. Oh, yes, I talked to Mela and Ruma. They want to go after people, but they're also ready if Onni needs their energy at any time."
"He didn't talk to me directly? I think he's avoiding after that night, "inner Vey.
Kala sat on the floor without removing her backpack first.
"What is Onni's plan?"
"Yet, La. I'm waiting for your response."
"Do I ask Gus Omar for help. Who knows, we can help."
"No need. No need to involve pesantren. We're not their family, either."
"Hmmm..."
"Who's package is that?"
"From Sharif."
"Where is he going?"
Vey hush.
"It turns out Sharif knew I wanted to get married. I don't feel good." Kala pulled his leg. Sighs.
"The Sharif actually did not take more than a friend, La."
He looked at Vey. "We are the law. Friend, my friend. All this time I've been fine with him not for giving false hope or how it's not. Although a bit strange, but Syarif his person was royal. But, I have long felt somewhat different with his attitude. But, because we are close, still parallel, want to be fond of also kayaknya difficult. That's her doll and bag."
"Sorry, what are you now, huh?" inner Vey.
"Later I'll go out and buy accessories, supplies, and things we need, La. My acrylic paint and oil paint are almost. You don't have to come." Vey wants to check out the Kafil house that has been sold. Perhaps it is already inhabited and he can search for information.
"Yes. If the goods are many, mending for help Uncle also."
"No need. Rich is usually."
Kala rise. Prepare for lunch, wudu, and murajaah hafalan. He's closing the door. A piece of paper he kept in his pocket.
Adama, Kala.
May you always be healthy and have the protection of God.
Kala, I've been here a long time. So, of course, I have known the ndalem family for a long time. I also understand their habits. Especially the habits of Gus Omar who for decades seized my attention. When you choose to continue reading this message, I hope you put aside your concern for my feelings. Know that the person who chooses you is a good person.
In short, I just want to tell you the habits of Gus Omar. Consider it your provision to be his wife. Because I once got a message from Abah sepuh, that two things that need to be considered by a wife. One, the wife should try to work on whatever is the pleasure of the husband. Two, trying to stay away from what the husband doesn't like. If you could do that for Gus Omar, Abah would be proud of you.
Every morning after dawn, Gus Omar likes to brew warm tea. He prefers to make it himself. Tea is puree, yes. With a little sugar. If it is sweet, he does not like it. I rarely drink coffee. But, yes I want. I rarely smoke because I don't. Other routine habits fit the afternoon before magrib. If he is in ndalem, he likes to read books in the library in the ndalem. He sometimes asked the son to accompany him to tell a story. So, when he already had a wife, he would love to be accompanied like that. Whenever he reads, he likes to be accompanied by anything warm. Milk also likes.
He likes to have his shirts and pants tidy. Sometimes he asked the son to vote. Because he traveled more often wearing pants, he had no problem wearing a holster without ironing. He likes scents as long as they don't sting. Because I once applied my perfume to the prayer mat he sat on when teaching the book in the pontri, he told me to change because it was too strong. He's not exactly metrosexual, La. But, yes, it is still neat when viewed. I like to wear black or white.
Once every two weeks, he gyms in a normal place. He also likes to hang out with his son. Sometimes santri putra is invited out as well. Hanging out for a discussion or just going out to play badminton. One of the santri kang who is often invited is Kang Abimana. Santri son who turned out to be famous cold in this cottage.
He was very sorry about Abah. Birrul walidainnya I thumbs up. He also bought things for his sister-in-law or sister. He is patient, but he will be angry if there is a penghantrinya bolosan naji.
Then, the unique habit he had was he said to have a seedy blanket that was rarely washed for months. And he was comfortable sleeping with the blanket. So, you have to resist the smell if you sleep with him using the blanket. The blanket was given by the late Bu Nyai. If he already likes one item, he will often wear it until the item is damaged. She also takes care of her hair, La. I know, he goes to the salon once every two weeks. Don't be surprised, La. I have a special barber. No hair cut at the salon.
Lastly, the habit that I have admired until now is he who likes dailmul wudu. I think that makes his face look younger than his age.
That is his habit that I know. Some things he likes and dislikes. There must be more. His good habits and funny. I don't sleep in Ndalem. At least not be a picture in the future after you are married to him.
Kala covered her lips. One thing is stuck. "Kok Yaya didn't talk about Gus Omar's favorite food or drink? He must know."
It's not lunch. He finally broke down. Read the letter twice. Although forbidden, but now he thought about how Nurmaya felt when writing the letter.
"Are you crying, huh? While angry? How can you, huh? How has love educated you to be this strong? Is it because of the great devotion of money you have given? O Allah, give Yaya an extraordinary soul mate like himself."
Kala does not know if he should be happy after knowing how the figure of Gus Omar.