Gold And Diamond
Part 78 "Attending Marriage"

Kala and Nurmaya pulled over in a bamboo saung adjacent to the flower pots of pesantren putri.

"From school straight here?" ask Nurmaya. He observed Kala still wearing a full uniform.

"Yes, I want to go straight. I want to get your wedding invitation."

"Yes? What's the matter, Kala?"

"What made you want to accept Mr Abi?"

"He's a good man. We exist because of Gus Omar. That's all I can explain, Kala."

"Sorry, I'm so sorry. Its nothing. But, do you understand that Mr. Abi has never been ..."

Nurmaya replied, "Rapidating Vey's Mother?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"I understand."

"Well, who told you Mr Abi?"

"Of course not, Kala. Not likely. Gus Omar. Gus Omar must have known the great life of Mr. Abi, including the proposal that long deferred Mrs Vey."

"So, you mean if anyone might be to blame it's my Onni?"

Nurmaya quickly shook her head. "No. Not so, Kala."

"That's all you can explain to me, huh?"

"I'm just trying to get sick and see my condition. Not more, Kala. I'm trying to forget about Vey too. It's not because I don't care."

"More because Gus Omar asked?"

"Not really. Because I've been offered three times to marry Kang Abi. Just this time Kang Abi agreed to the offer for no convoluted reason. But, La, I understand Kang Abi's proposal to Madam Vey just after I agreed. Until we decide to get married early in the month of Shawwal. Just like you, La."

"Looking at you who've been hurt because of me, I can't bear to act like this to you, yeah. You don't know anything" Kala.

"Yes, but do you like Mr Abi?"

Nurmaya's face remained luminous. Not too long, but not too sad either. Every sentence that came out of him was always soft.

"Kang Abi is a good man. For what reason do I have to refuse him to so many times, Kala?"

"Is it possible that the man you love ran to me, yes?" The question sentence is simply saved. Worrying opens the old wound.

"By the way you came, yes, Kala. At your wedding tomorrow, I will definitely celebrate. I heard from the ndalem family, the party will be held in the main hall. Preparations are handled by senior santri and Gus Omar."

"Miris. Yes, I half feel you are married to Mr. Abi because you want to try to forget your feelings for Gus Omar. Yes, if that were true .. hmm .. could not." Kala slammed again.

Last night, Kala had already asked Niar about his problem. But, Niar has not been ready to answer it. He promised to tell me today.

Then Kala stretched out her hand. Nurmaya is ordinary.

"Yes, congratulations. May it all be done."

The smile expands. "Thank you, Kala."

"Together."

"Yes, I went home first. I made a deal with Niar."

"Who is he?"

"Back Abi's sister. Don't know?"

"I don't know that far, Kala."

Kala just returned a thin smile.

"No greeting to Gus Omar?"

"No, deh. Shame me. Wanting to go to Abah sepuh kok also sung. Let me send my greetings to Abah. Say, Yes. Thanks in advance."

"God willing I say."

***

Ramadan safari school is over. During the week that is the preeminent religious students who are ready to graduate with the best achievements, appear in turns, teach with the listening of the students and teachers of one school. On the last day of the safari, Kala received praise from Ms. Maria. Which he said he was indeed worthy of graduation in June. When the safari is over, it means that he is ready to give memorization to his beloved parents. Also ready to become a kiai son-in-law. Soon her love story will begin.

Kala was alone, sitting in front of the navel. Talking as if mom and dad were in front of him.

"Ma, be lebaran soon. Another week." He placed a bouquet of roses on a sprinkling of well-arranged rose petals, jasmine, ylang, and pandan. Covering the grassy grave ground.

Sending a fatihah gift, then awarding two juz memorization early juz. In the midst of finishing the last page, he almost fell in shock.

"La?" The voice of men called him.

Kala looked quickly. "Shearif? Rif, how can you?"

Sharif was silent. Sit in front of her while sprinkling roses.

"Shearif, when are you coming home? Where have you been for a few months?"

Sharif remained unmoved.

"Rif, we'll be graduating soon. Graduation together, huh?"

"Riff?"

"Riff?"

Kala's forehead almost hit the navel. Studying alone when the sun is hot makes him dehydrated and very sleepy. Until he forgot which verse he was reading.

"Sharif, I miss you, yes" he murmured.

Not wanting to linger in the tomb-connected already canceled wudu-Kala decided to go home. Don't forget he said goodbye.

Arriving home, the door is still closed.

"Onni must be going to Budhe's house, cook." He also thought he would come after changing clothes.

He's looking for the key in his usual hideout.

Click! Open-ended.

"Huh yeah?" He saw a box of packages. "For whom?" muttered.

"For me, right? From?"

"Shearif?

That cardboard contains cassette-what the fuck?

Being very curious, he immediately took his laptop. The miss is a little bit. After she dreams of meeting Sharif, the video she sees now makes her have to remember the times with Sharif, Mela, and Ruma. A close friendship even though Sharif became the only man. I don't know. He was less fluent in translating his longing to Sharif.

Dret! Dret! Dret!

Kala. Checking mobile. "Gus?"

📞"Enggeh. Why, Gus?"

📞"Dek?"

Nyut!

For the second time he heard Gus Omar calling him that. Between shame and liking. There is always an unusual rebar. Makes her unable to speak out as usual.

📞"Falem. Cuddling?"

📞"At home ngadain khataman no?"

📞"God willing, Gus."

📞"I want to make sure you too."

📞"Oh, so .. ngggeh monggo, Gus."

📞"OK. We haven't fitted clothes yet. When can you?"

📞"Ikut Gusya only. Kan ... it .. The troublesome one is usually Gus Omar."

Gus Omar laughed.

📞"Yes yes. You are the admin of WO. I sent her number."

📞"Take care, Gus."

📞"You're aja. Girls are usually even gini-rich babagans."

📞"Silence, Gus."

📞"You, Deck."

📞"Jengan just lo."

📞"Manja."

Kala remained silent. Then, hearing the voice across laughed even louder.

📞"No. Okay. I'm the only one who called. Yes, continue your activities!"

📞"Enggeh."

Gus Omar was deadly.

He also wrote a status washaap.

Want to go to Jogja.

Gus Omar retorted immediately because he became the first veiwer.

"Well?"

"Well, I said, how is this?" kala Gumam.

"Do you really want to go there?" Message comes in again.

Nibbling on the lips.

^^^"Gus, ngapunten. If only after we married we ziaroh to Jogja how? Central Java guardian pilgrimage. 😬🙏🙏🙏."^^^

"That's fine. God willing to enter the list of plans, yes."

Thank you for waiting patiently. Alhamdulillah just count the hours inshaallah we will meet with a holy day. May our worship be accepted by God. Bismillah I try this day up again before holidays up holidays. 😁😁😁🙏🙏🙏. Ngapunten should have been up last night, too, but I fell asleep. 😅😅