Gold And Diamond
Part 83 "Download Ghosts"
This was her first time traveling with her husband. Although a little strange, but he saw Gus Omar was very enthusiastic to greet the villagers, some of whom were already known when invited to the lecture a few months ago.
"After Khatam has what other targets?"
"Being godly wife is possible. Mmm ..." Kala wasn't too sure.
Gus Omar smiled. "Women have great potential to be all-rounders. It's not an ideal, but an obligation."
"To Jogja?"
"Yes yes, you asked to go to Jogja. Almost forgot."
The two of them walked, passing by a vegetable basket that used to travel around in the village.
"Nopo eaters, Mas?"
"What a thing."
When choosing spinach, carrots, and sprouts.
"Later to make tempe mendoan, vegetable spinach aja. Purun (mau)?"
"Yes. That ... You want to go to Jogja for a long time, Dek?"
"That's .. but do not be angry, yes. Ever since my boy friend suddenly moved schools, I haven't seen each other again. In fact, I haven't even had time to say goodbye. He said, school in Jogja."
"So?"
Kala asked her vegetable basket to wrap.
"So .. nggeh instead of me going there just merely want to meet him no, Mas. Perhaps our destiny could still meet. Genengan don't be mad I'm honest like this."
"It's better to be honest from the beginning. Arrangeable. But, later we go to Pesantren Daris."
"Darul Islamiyyah?"
"Know you?"
"That's, right, the big old boarding school in Central Java. Naughty, right?"
"Yes. The best of the Santri will be sent directly to Tarim, Egypt, and Sudan."
"Cool, nggeh?"
"Yes that's how it is."
"But, if for example later I can not meet Syarif is okay. I left because it was okay. Otherwise, I don't leave."
"Yes. Friday God willing we go straight there."
***
The wedding party is going great. Accompanied by classical music. The smell of fresh roses and bukhur flowed throughout the room. Adding to the sacredness of the event until the toilet this afternoon. Many guests and guests are silent invitation and the santri alternately occupy the main hall of the pesantren.
After replacing the third dress, the event was filled with lecture studies related to the insight of Islamic households. It is expected that it will be a knowledge for both the bride and the entire santri of sons and daughters.
"The boys should understand. All of this I tell you when the right time, the main thing for a honeymoon. Does anyone know?"
The santri kompak said not yet. More precisely deliberately said that to be explained more clearly. Because the majority of santri will love this kind of wedding chapter.
"Shaykh Ibn Yamun said that if honey moon or honeymoon, it is preferred at the beginning or end of the month?
If anyone knows, I'll find a mate. Does anyone know?"
The compact santri exclaimed cheerfully. Whispering to each other. One of the brave princesses held up a finger. Everyone looked and followed the screams. Not only the santri who laughed, Kala and Gus Omar did not stop smiling watching the bashful santri princess.
"I'm Silfi of Mojo Kediri."
Some son santri shouted, "Tayyib jiddan."
"Smon."
Mubalig looked towards them. Swinging hand. "Attent. Patience patience. Calm down later if the answer is correct, I match with the sweet Silfi Sister."
Santri the son laughed.
"Where, Sister Silfi, when is the answer?"
"In the beginning of the month."
"Jaaan sip." Mubalig looked directly at the two brides. "Gus Omar, monggo santrinya njenengan directly diijab only."
Almost all of Santri was together.
"OKAY. Please sit down, Sister Silfi. So it's true. Honeymoon is better at the beginning of the month than at the end. That way, it can be expected for the glory of the child who will be born when the moon increases. So, my message to Gus Omar and Ning Kala is patient first. In another opinion, Imam Qozwani Rahimahullah, sunnah honeymoon is held in the month of Shaw-wal. So, it fits this. Soon the beginning of the month and still shawl."
Kala blushed.
Study is complete, santri-santri are welcome to take pictures with the bride. Especially the long-serving senior santri, who was already like part of his own family.
Marriage is exhausting. Many guests must be served. The bride has been photographed many times until ten o'clock in the night. With a little sleepiness, Kala covered the terrace. Ignore the crowd under the tent for a while.
"Mister Kala is sick?" ask Nurmaya.
"You, La? Not this is just a bit nauseous. The night wind is possible."
"I'll get you some hot tea?"
"No. Don't need. That's in front there's hot tea in the flask. You're marrying her in a week, right?"
"Goddessa. Please pray, Mother. Please pray sincerely."
"What is imagined now is precisely Onni," inward Kala.
"Yes, yeah, yeah."
Mela and Ruma approached Kala from the front. Hugged alternately.
"Congratulations. Happy new life, in a new home with a new atmosphere, two new statuses, and don't forget to tell us, yes, Bestie. If for example there is happy news what it is," said Ruma.
"You two, I thank you all for coming even though it's so bad. Careful. I wanted to send a message first. Take care of Onni, yes. If you are loose and fit there is overtime work, you just need to do it. I don't want Onni to be lonely."
"Yes yes. Poor Onni. It should be the same marriage Mr. Abi," said Ruma.
Kala signals with index finger. Told him Nurmaya was still behind him. And, Nurmaya had indeed heard before going inside the house.
The clock's needle shifted. Sound system and some lights are turned off. Gus Omar carried Kala to the contest. However, there will be no graduation tonight. He knows what kind of girl he is married to. And, he wouldn't rush about it. He tends to plan to enjoy the early days of marriage like someone who is still dating. The most important thing is the love between the two of them. How that love will grow without coercion.
As a man, Gus Omar understood that every woman will always give everything after her heart says she has loved. Everything needs a process.
Loving,
it is a journey up the hill and down the valley.
Navigate the ocean and dive into its bottom.
Waiting until the morning comes.
The art of weaving yarn.
