Gold And Diamond
Part 88 "Daris"
Not a few people talk about the accident Abimana and Nurmaya. They speak based on their own versions. Something is exaggerated. The average person blames Abimana as the controller. Because the plan to go to the Kalimosodo Pesantren is an Abimana initiative. However, not a few also convey the twelve. The neighbors have been visiting Abimana's house, taking turns since yesterday afternoon.
Nurmaya and Abimana had not left the living room. Although Nurmaya has indeed lost her memory, but she did not forget how to greet and serve guests. He sat down under Abimana, shrugging his hands. Abimana is still having trouble sitting. He still has to use a wheelchair. His movements are still very limited. More often in bed. The fate of both of them.
One by one the buskers went home.
In addition to thinking about himself, Abiman now thinks about how to communicate with Nurmaya. Because Nurmaya's attitude is the same as ndalem's servant, considers himself a master and never wants to be touched. If somewhat approached, his movements would quickly move away. Now he must learn to pay attention to others. Under these circumstances, he could not have stayed away from Nurmaya. In fact, to just be cold.
"O Allah, if this calamity Thou hast made Thy way to love me, let my heart be wide-open." Abhimana looked at his legs which had already lost their calves.
The body is deformed, the car is badly damaged, the wife is missing memory, and of course the continued development of LBB Najah will clearly falter. The calamity came in succession to test Abimana's faith.
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Departure to Jogja must retreat because Gus Omar has affairs outside the city right on Friday. Honey moon plan as well as sowan to Pesantren Daris recently implemented h+10. Now, Gus Omar and Kala are still on their way there.
"How many students are there, Mas?"
"There may be fifteen thousand more."
"A lot of lo niku (that)."
"Unfortunately Joseph did not go there without going."
"Yusuf didn't come home yesterday, did he?"
"No. Again in the cottage he said. I didn't mean it to her."
Darul Islamiyah pesantren is located on the edge of the highway so that to get there will not be difficult. In addition to its strategic location, Daris pesantren is already very famous equivalent to the great pesantren in Pasuruan, Dalwa. The dome of the blue mosque is clearly visible from a distance of four hundred meters. The name of the pesantren was written with gold paint carved on black marble. The vehicle turns to the left, as soon as it sees the writing.
The pesantren yard used by ceremonial students, left like a large soccer field. It is green and beautiful despite being in the city. Incidentally when the car was trying to be parked, the santri putra was busy cleaning the yard. The slow pace of the automatic car flutter, the santri give space.
Gus Omar opened the car glass. Instantly Kala turned his head.
"Alfin, Alfin?" One of the students called his friend.
"Alfin?" Kala looked straight. Search for sound sources. He got out of the car. He watched the santri until his santri understood that it was being looked at. When the santri turned to face him, Kala realized that he was just too hoping to meet with Sharif in Jogja for the next two days.
Kala was still focused on circulating his gaze throughout the santri. And, there was nothing he knew.
"Dad?" Gus Omar asked Kala to walk beside him. At once asked that Kala hold his left arm.
"Shamefully. Mboten, uh."
Gus Omar who meant to joke just smiled later.
In the living room ndalem, they both waited for a moment because said one of the santri, kiai there is still a scripture cycle with santri ma'had aly. They were asked to enjoy the food that had been served on two living room tables.
"Do you want any guests, Gus?"
"I think it is." Gus Omar took ote-ote. After biting him once, he asked Kala to bite him as well. Because he forced it, Kala bit him a bit.
"You again?"
"Mpothen. I'll take it myself."
"O Allah, if in these two days you meet me with Sharif. Or, just with the meeting I expected, she'll get hurt?" batin Kala's.
Kiai Bashir is out. Saying greetings. Gus Omar hurriedly kissed the back of that hand.
"Ngapunten, Mas Omar. Yesterday I could not meet the invitation, Mas. But, did you know that I was going to Lombok?"
"Reg, Yai. Mas Naba yesterday had given his greetings from Kiai. Thank God it has reached all the families. Abah dhawuhaken (delivering) salam back, assalamualaikum."
"Alhamdulillah. Waalaika waalaikumussalam warahmatullah."
A few minutes later, the santri were heard clasping at the side door. The front door of Kiai Bashir is twofold. One living room and the left one is used for the santri son to teach the Quran with Gus Ikrom.
The conversation took place with the accompaniment of santri-santri putra teaching.
"A lot of his disciples are dying, Yi, this year?"
"Alhamdulillah. Thank you very much, Mas. There are almost a thousand graduates of the son of the daughter who fainsyaallah will be graduation quran next month. A few months ago, there was a son santri who came, had some rote juz, thank God yo he took graduation this year."
When I was amazed to hear it.
"Who's name, Kiai?" ask Kala.
"Sinten, yes .. ngapunten kok forgot. But, God willing he is from Pasuruan. Please foyer. What's the rush today?"
Kala just nodded. Gus Omar answered Kiai Bashir's question, "Mboten, Yi."
"Then, just stay. I'll be at my grandson's aqiqah. Putrane Ikrom the third. Thank goodness men."
"Where?" Gus Omar turned to Kala.
"Tumut (followed)."
"Goddessa, Kiai. Sendiko dhawuh."
As confirmed, Gus Omar and Kala also celebrated the event. Began ba'da magrib. Celebrated with all residents of Pesantren Daris, both ndalem, asatid and asatizah families who live in pesantren, muraqib and muraqibah, santri-santri who are in charge of entering the committee, and santri who contributed in the core of the show.
Kala khidmat listening santri putra who was chanting the art of the Quran recitation in front, which then followed by the stunning sari tilawah. However, occasionally he remembered the dhawuh Kiai Bashir earlier.
"Ah, that's impossible. No no, no." Kala.
Gus Omar whispered, "The way is done, we go straight to the inn."
"Have you booked?"
"It has. I know the owner of the villa."
"To Heha Sky View?"
"Kok know?"
"It's there, right, it's famous, Mas. So, I know. Where else is Mangke (later)?"
"Forgot his name. You'll know for yourself."
Nine o'clock in the evening the show was over. Plus half an hour for a special invited guest dinner. Gus Omar and Kala decided to go ahead as planned. And the car door was about to close, Kala saw the biggest person.
"I seem to know," he said.
