Gold And Diamond
Part 66 "Basith"'s"

Don't forget to pray. Bismillahs..^^^^^^^^^^^

O heart?

Are you all right?

Now home!

The hut for you to stop by, is no longer a comfortable place.

O heart?

Don't go to the sea!

If you force a dive to the bottom, there'll only be a name you'll get hurt.

Love does not reach the beloved for him. However, in reality the love has long been scattered in the house of the abah kiai. When love is filled, the letter is sent. To an old friend who some time ago vowed to become a friend. Friends do not take away the beloved for them. A big and airy heart opens the real love in his heart until friends are amazed.

This afternoon...

Nurmaya had to leave the class teaching the book of 'arudl taught by Gus Asri. Half an hour before being stopped, he was allowed to go out first. On the grounds there is an emissary from the tenth ndalem. Earlier, the santri who sat at the back told him that Gus Omar asked him to go to Dalem for a moment. I don't know what it takes, he doesn't know.

Now, the heart is always suddenly bitter when it meets. There is a sudden desire, but it must be emphasized at that moment. A figure so close to the rim, it looks farther than thousands of kilos of distance between the sun and the earth. It is no longer possible to have a wish to have. Be aground.

The foot stepped slowly. Nurmaya momentarily kept silent, looking at the pair of sandals that she knew exactly who the owner was. As usual, he turned the slipper's position around. Unaware, he breathed.

"Mother?"

The more the day, the more natural the call sounded in his ears. Half understood that he deserved it. Even though he had dreamed of marrying Gus Omar, it's just that he never once thought of what sweet call Gus Omar would give. Always call that one from the beginning. Maybe because of her petite and short stature, he thought.

"Snap?"

"Santri is on the trouble. I asked to scoop you up, yeah. My pants and my batik shirt are in the room, you take. Iron it!" Gus Omar was seen pacing back and forth after that. He headed for the library room.

Nurmaya knows where the shirt hangs. There's a cantolan behind the door. He took it without spreading his gaze everywhere. Then he took the shirt and pants to the ironing place, at the table near the kitchen.

Nurmaya forgot what she was feeling. Until the clothes and pants returned to their original place in a neat and fragrant aroma that favored Gus Omar. Then, he stopped at the door. Observing Gus Omar who this time read a book without the company of students. Lekas imagined himself sitting under Gus Omar, a place to accommodate all the stories. Of course, he will be full of knowledge.

Ah...

He finally made sure that the vegetables for dinner were still there. Even if it ran out, he would immediately cook again. Since it was still there, then he mopped dry the kitchen whose floor was a bit greasy. Also check your dirty clothes in the room. Thank goodness abah sepuh did not feel disturbed when he entered with a clean greeting. Continue washing. There was only a piece of sarong and two clothes. It's all about devotion and love. He will do it voluntarily.

Alhamdulillahot...

He felt his heart back up. However, the miss of the others came urgently. He hadn't seen my mom and dad in a long time. Compared to other santri, he was almost never on the side of parents. Parents are busy making a living. Dad went to sea until sometimes he did not come home and mamak traded brooms and sepet in the market. The pocket money he earned was clearly not much. Often only entrusted to one of the neighbors in the house whose children also mondok and have become a senior in Mahbubah.

If he gets the news of his father and mother healthy, he will be very happy. Unfortunately, it has been three weeks that he has not heard from again. It was easy if he wanted to ask me the news. But, the father and mother at home do not have communication tools, but also because the network in the area is often not supportive.

In Nurmaya's little heart, she was so grateful to be living in the middle of this peaceful and reassuring boarding life. He does not need to think about busy making a living at home with his father and mother. No need to be upset if you hear the complaints of those who have not been able to pay the debt. Through the kindness of Gus Omar, he was like a free mole. If he was willing to attend formal school, then he would soon graduate like Kala. However, the kindness given is enough. As a new santri at that time, he was reluctant to receive a lot of help. Of all the things that Nurmaya has felt until now, sometimes she feels like someone who is very ungrateful. On the basis of reason, can he ask for more? Including being the wife of someone she glorifies.

The word basith is embedded behind his name, not just a name or symbol. Basith is a word that means roomy. Taken from the asthma of God. He's humbled. Walk towards the princess cottage with a downcast look.

"My shell, it's a hole. Yaaahh,"attack.

Then he sat under a long tree embedded in the courtyard of the princess cottage. Sitting on a stone whose surface is flat in a round shape. Usually it is used santri who want to just thengak-thenguk. He watched her black skirt. What he just realized was wide enough. How unfortunate he would have been if Gus Omar had known some of his calves.

Along with the descent of all the santri, Gus Asri stepped forward, then called Nurmaya. The one called up momentarily looked up. Nodding.

"Don't go there" pinta Gus Asri.

Nurmaya just grimaced.

Tomorrow, as usual he will do routine activities in ndalem with other ndalem. From behind him, Ning Bulqis called out while carrying a few tunic shirts, skirts, and sarongs.

"Pengen does not throw away eman, Ma'am. No longer sold. I've worn it many times, but it's still good, Ma'am Ya. This doesn't fit on me. For you, yes. It's up to who to choose."

Nurmaya and her friend scramble. Such moments are beneficial and rewarding. People like Nurmaya would not even be able to wear branded goods if not for wearing Ning Bulqis clothes. During his time in Ndalem, he also four times wearing clothes that originally belonged to the ndalem family.

"Alhamdulillah. It's a scabbard for me, yeah. My skirt yesterday was hollow." The madura batik sarong eventually became Nurmaya's. He smiled because of something simple. In fact, he momentarily forgot that his heart was still injured.