Gold And Diamond
Part 94 "The Real Story"
"Rif, congratulations, yes. I'm in the mood and it turns out you're perfect. Sorry I don't understand at all. Your brother is also silent."
"Yes, that's not a secret, Miss Nyai. Just nyantai."
"That means now you're Kiai's ex. Ngaku hayo!"
"What if Vey's sister you say something about me when I'm out of wedlock?"
"Not really."
Kala occasionally turned his head as Gus Naba and his son passed by.
"Before very sorry, yes, later maybe I can not nemenin long. Not good to see them."
"Can we meet sometime? Take your husband too. Could Gus Omar?"
"Wow yeah that's I have to get permission first, yeah, Rip. Since Ruma. married and moved to her husband's house, it seems she also can not be sure. He moved Gondang Wetan, one area with Mbak Yaya nih. But I'm telling you he tried, yeah. Your number's changed, right? My number's still the same, you chat."
"Not anything?"
"Yes, I'll have to talk this all over to Mas."
"Yes, Miss Nyai Kala."
"Flame." Dodging that call.
"Seven years no see, know Ruma is married, surely I would like to talk a lot with you and the two of them. Invite Brother Vey too if he's not busy."
"Goddessa. But I didn't promise. I hope you understand my position now."
Kala preened as usual to wait for Gus Omar to enter the room - still filling out additional book studies with santri class wustho and meeting briefly with several lecturers. He pulled over on the bed with just busying himself with a cell phone. So curious about the status of Sharif who suddenly became al-hafiz.
For the sake of expelling the cold caressing half of her exposed body, Kala enveloped herself with a blanket. Scrambling down and starting to find out after a few minutes ago, Sharif sent a message to her. And surprised him for the second time.
There were fifteen photos uploaded over the past six years. Five of them are photos of Syarif at a campus of Ahqaff University and historical sites in Yemen. He also uploaded a photo of himself being in a meeting with Habib Umar in an assembly. And, it was marked that in addition to his lectures at Al-Ahqaff, he also frequently tabarukan to Hadhramaut, Tarim. Two locations both are in Yemen.
Kala sent his chat without further ado. Nor prestige and maintain image.
^^^"Rip, did you study in Yemen?"^^^
"No."
^^^"Don't lie to you. Continues to?"^^^
"That's a stop by because santri Daris is in college there."
^^^"So fitting you to Tarim you also to Al-Ahqaff so you mean?"^^^
"Yes." Yeah."
^^^"O Allah, Rif, I have never been there. You fit in there doain me no? Hehe."^^^
"Yes certainly."
^^^"What?"^^^
"I'm ready to wait for your jandam. 😆😂😂️️."
^^^"Innalallahi. Rif, is that it? Delete your chat."^^^
"Leave it, Miss Nyai."
^^^"Delete it? I'm reporting you to Gus Omar. 🙄🙄🙄😒😏."^^^
"Yes yes. Joking, Miss Nyai 🙏🙏." Sharif deleted his message.
^^^"This is why I pray for you and your family. Don'worry. All my prayers."^^^
"Alhamdulillah. Moga maqbul, O Allah. Aamiin's."
The conversation continues. Unconscious for half an hour later. Kala checked the clock, hoping Gus Omar would be faster to the room because it was half eleven.
And, for the sake of hearing the short story, Kala did not stop amazed at his best friend. He imagined how excited Mela and Ruma would be if he had heard the story. That adds to his lack of patience to immediately vent the meeting.
Kreeks!
"Mass?"
"Hm."
"Have you?"
"It."
"Fluent?"
"Alhamdulillah."
"I have everything ready. Her clothes and perfume."
Before going to the bathroom, Gus Omar had left his saliva in the reddish hue of Kala's face.
"Thank you. Don't dawdle. Pengen cepetan mbucin equally njengan," he said spoiled.
"Yes, my sweet, my Salihah."
Kala said a short goodbye to Sharif. Reason is night.
Although it was very late, Gus Omar still had to open his book on the tablet he held now. While occasionally watching Kala show his messages with Sharif, as well as telling his meeting this afternoon.
"I think it's important you know the limits. No matter how close you were to the Sharif, he is still someone who is not lawful to you." So said Gus Omar who did not look at the face of Kala.
"Enggeh, Mum. I'm sorry for talking too much."
"No papa. He's got a candidate yet?"
"less to know. Not likely. But, if you look at the change he's in now, I'm sure you've already, nggeh."
"If not, tell him to come here again sometime to find me."
"You want a match?"
"No. Just talk to me."
Kala glanced at Gus Omar who could still focus on what was read even though he was also talking to him.
"Gus, I'm crumbling here." Before being confirmed, Kala dropped his head on both thighs of Gus Omar.
The next day I woke up early. Just like the day before, he hoped his overnight effort would pay off in this month, two red lines. After finishing all of her washing sequences, she exited the room to pick up something in the kitchen. The sahur fasting monday.
"Mister Yaya?" call Kala. Nurmaya also tiptoed because she only called once, then suddenly stood beside her.
"You want to fast too?"
Nurmaya.
"Let you sleep again, Ma'am. You may be a ndalem servant again, but you must rest too. You're not rich anymore."
Although Nurmaya forgot everything about her, except for two names, abah sepuh and Gus Omar, she did not forget the old habits she had done many years ago. That's why when he asked Gus Omar to return to the pesantren, he agreed without many words. In the hands of Gus Omar, he seemed to be in control. Based on the consideration of the misfortune of his fate at that time, divorced after four years of marriage without happiness.
"I just made toast for Gus Omar and his njenengan, Ning Kala."
"Where?"
Nurmaya.
"Thank you, yeah. I didn't take all. You eat too. Here I take to the room.
Nurmaya nodded. Smiling is very thin.
"Yaya, poor is your fate. You're a very good woman, you're patient, you have great devotion. But, why is your exam this big, huh? I really don't. After you separated from Mr. Abi, you never met again. You must have avoided him. What if I had married Mr Abi? Mm. .. I don't know if I can be as strong as him or not. And it turns out that God gave me a much wonderful husband."
