Gold And Diamond
Part 96 "The Arrival of Sharif"
The ceramic glass touched the glass table. Nurmaya put it down carefully as usual. His face was hiding. His movement was restrained because Gus Omar asked him to stay.
The three of them, Gus Omar, Kala, and Sharif were unmoved. Where Gus Omar and Kala are actually letting Sharif pay attention to Nurmaya. And, Sharif was doing that for an instant. Because sometimes the match comes at a time that is only a moment. One could say that person was his soul mate even in one glance.
"Mbak Yaya can go. Thank you, Ms. Yaya," said Kala.
Nurmaya nodded.
As he spoke, Gus Omar held onto Kala's palm. Put it on his right thigh.
"What Mas Alfin .. oh, I call you Alfin, yo. It sounds more comfortable. Sharif Hidayat Alfin bet?"
"Rubber, Gus."
"Do you want a woman like Nurmaya?"
Kala just added. "Mbak Yaya is good. About devotion, science, morality I believe it all. But, you saw it for yourself, didn't you, Rip? Mbak Yaya is like that. Like I said yesterday, she's a flower widow."
"Yes?"
"Take a. Four years of marriage, he was divorced. From the story of her ex-husband, Abimana ... You know her?" ask Gus Omar.
"God knows."
"OKAY. From the story of Abi, it is true that Abimana dropped one talak. But, indirectly, Nurminah who wants them to separate. Maybe even instincts even if he forgets memory. The point is, they're not happy."
Sharif looked at those words one after another. To strengthen the meaning of the friendship of both.
"I don't care if there is a man who is ready to be born and accept him as he is. After all, last night I talked to Abimana, Abi really steady release Nurmaya. He said it was for Nurmaya's good. Nurmaya also likes the man who will marry her. So, your duty yo approached him well. Later Salihah will tell what is Nurmaya's favorite."
"Yes, Rip. I'll tell you what I understand about Mbak Yaya" Kala said.
"One thing too. Discuss with your parents. Because I'm not willing if Yaya gets married without the blessing or the slightest dislike of her new family. Everyone should let you marry Yaya. Okay, Fin?"
"Understood, Gus. Yes, my Papa is also actually asking me to quickly find a companion. I thought he was going to come here."
"Yes whatever your reason, the ending must all agree. Nurmaya is our family's favorite ndalem servant, Fin."
"I understand, Gus. Thanks for the explanation."
Kala crumbs in bed as usual after teaching with the princess santri and playing with the nephew. He told Nurmaya some of her favorite things to Sharif. After hearing Sharif's good intentions, he was very happy. He fully supports.
"I don't need to worry that Syarif is still coming to me" he murmured.
"What's ngarepin?" chirps Gus Omar from the bathroom.
"Shearif, Mas."
"He why?"
"Here I combin my hair, Mas."
Gus Omar gave him a comb in his hand. Sit on the edge of the bed.
He stood on his knees. Start combing.
"Duh, duh, my husband's hair smells good. Gentler. This long one too. Mine just lost."
Kala put both hands on Gus Omar's shoulders. Closing from behind.
"Here's your change."
"Don't, ah, Gus. Odors. Not shampooing anymore."
"No, Gus. Embarrassed. My hair isn't as good as yours. Do you not like it?"
Gus Omar forced. He told Kala to turn the sitting position. Whisper, "I like it too. Tomorrow we're shampooing, Dek."
***
Body shivers. Two blankets are not enough. Vey's body suddenly cold. Neck warms. He whimpered softly. Being at home alone, he had to force his way up to the kitchen.
"Why, anyway, me?" He tried to pull the blanket. Then, walk with staggering.
"What time is it so cold?" He turned his gaze to the left.
"It's still one o'clock."
Suddenly his stomach was rumbling. Unfortunately, there was only rice because he did not have time to cook. This afternoon, I only bought food with three of my coworkers. And, he went straight to sleep after Isya.
"I think I have a school permit tomorrow. I haven't created a learning medium for Friday's material. .... What am I eating?" He opened the fridge. There were only raw vegetables, a few packs of noodles, eggs, spaghetti paste, bread, and rotten tempeh.
"Grebus eggs ajalah rather than noodles continue. Yesterday I had noodles twice," he thought.
While waiting, he sat down in the bottom seat.
"Don't till I'm K.O. No way," he thought. He stared at the family photo that was always plastered in his place.
"I haven't paid a long time. No Kala, I'm not thinking. Usually he told me. O Allah, if only I had been married to Kafil."
Thirty-one years is his age. With a status that is still unclear.
"When am I alone? Is this my karma because it used to be too indifferent to Mas Abi? Abi has changed too. I also want more communication. Nope. It's just 'cause I'm suddenly sick and I keep thinking shit."
His body is getting cold. He complained.
"But I realized. My desire to get married is not as strong as it used to be. I am now more relaxed and more concerned with my more and more work."
Kavey_Store is now placed in a greenhouse, right next to the house. Partners who were originally five are now ten people, including consultants and admins. Work partners enter in accordance with the work shift that has been applied. Meanwhile, decoration consultants and admins work from nine in the morning to two in the afternoon, the limit of ordering all goods. In addition, Kavey_Store has also run partners with several local MUA Pasuruan, one of which is Rumaisya. It's only natural that work is the one thing that comforts Vey the most.
Then the next day, Budhe Atun came from the front door.
"Na? The door isn't locked?" shouts Budhe Atun.
Instantly Budhe Atune raised his voice.
"Oh my God, how is this? How's the pot?" Then he noticed Vey sleeping on the chair.
"Good thing not to fire. The egg was black. O Allah, Nanaa. How can I fall asleep." Budhe Atun touched Vey's shoulder.
"Lohs. How about an angel like this?" muttered.
Vey opened his eyes. "What time?"
"The body is finished."
"I have not prayed, Dhe. My egg???" Vey moved for a moment.
"Mos."
"No spread?"
"Spa, Na. The gas runs out of it."
Vey sighed.
"Nana, you should take plenty of rest. Budhe knows you're independent, don't want to trouble people. But, if you get sick like this keep piye (how)?"
"I'm not going in today."
"Na, your uncle wants to introduce you to someone. You want?"
