Light For Gus Mu
Chapter 1: Free!

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The rumbling sound of the sound of vehicles and tares rang out in every corner of the city, drizzling down quite profusely. For a long time, heavy rain flushed the city of Bandung. Everyone was running around, looking for shelter to avoid the water that could make their entire body drenched. However, the figure of the man by the road was just silent, looking around carefully, after many years of life in prison, he was finally able to breathe fresh air, rainwater fell, and so on, either the sky is crying for her freedom or is rejoicing at her return. He did not want to bother, which he clearly knew that the rain was a Grace and sustenance from Allah SWT. Muhammad Wafi Muzammil Ali Majdi, son of a famous gus who died at a young age of 35 years. Many worshippers were grieving, and his name is still remembered today, the science he conveyed in each of his lectures. Making his figure is not easily dim, especially for everyone in the Al Bidayah boarding school and the surrounding environment.

Brug! loud bangs sounded. Wafi raised his head, his straight hair was revealed, making a handsome face that the outside world had never seen finally appeared, the clap and whiskers were so thick, his two eyebrows were connected, his lips were tiny, and he had a little, and his eyes were like an eagle. His melodious voice is like a soothing music, has memorized 30 juz, understand several books, and deep knowledge about the vast religion. Her hobbies are reading, teaching and even teaching one of her cellmates, Ismail. Despite his life in prison, he was active in various activities, often listening if there was a study show that was played on a radio every Sunday and Thursday. Never forsake prayer, his faith and love for Allah SWT only he knows, and Allah is All-Knowing. He is still alive, with complete sanity awake, because he depends his life only on Allah SWT, who will never disappoint any of His servants.

Wafi ran when he saw a fallen old man, and his wagon rolled away. The white shirt is now soaked to look transparent, making his field chest and back and shoulders clearly visible.

”I help, let me just." Wafi held the hand of the grandfather who was willing to take the old bottles scattered, the grandfather was silent, protecting his head with a worn umbrella, then noticed Wafi who was picking up his belongings one by one, the people in the shade seemed to notice the handsome man who was busy helping, but they themselves were reluctant to intervene.

A girl wearing a suit so covered+ in a crouching veil, helped Wafi pick up all the plastic bottles, the rain suddenly stopped, turned into a drizzle and yellow twilight light began to appear to show its beauty. Wafi stopped when the used bottle left one more, the girl was silent, unwilling to reach for it. As the girl raised her head, Wafi turned away.

”Hemmm," the girl sighed for a moment and picked up a used bottle and put it in the cart, her clothes were also wet. He stood up as well as Wafi.

”Thank you, thank God there is a husband and wife who want to call grandpa." Grandfather smiled widely, Wafi glared at the girl as well.

”We are not husband wife cake.” The girl shook her hand and refused.

”Oh just want to get married?” said the grandfather, and the two went back.

”I do not know him," said Wafi so firmly and the girl's lips pursed, the grandfather nodded, a nod of confusion.

Wafi stepped away, just walking away. The girl was silent, looking at the two bright black eyeballs, it seemed like she had seen them but nowhere.

"Thank you son" the grandfather and the girl nodded.

”Sama-sama, next time be careful yes cake. I'm sorry, assalamu'alaikum.” The girl left, leaving the grandfather. Engraved his small name on the back of Hoodie's jacket, Shafiyah Umm Habibah. Light pink thin-lipped girl naturally, in a clear lip balm polish, lips are so healthy and if in a very sweet lute is the taste, lips are still virgin, lips are still, her chaste and self-respect had always been well guarded by the girl. His eyelashes are long, his eyebrows are connected, his cheeks are crabby, his nose is sharp but slightly bent because it once fell from a bicycle. A warm girl called Fiyah in her family, but outside she was often called Shafiyah. The bloody girl of Aceh Sunda was so beautiful, looking for the targets of the men but Habibah did not want to get married, she was busy. It was a trite excuse he often took out when his family was alluding about marriage.

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Wafi continued to step up, he entered a bus and sat by the window. Her tears suddenly trickled down, feeling an overwhelming longing for her family, umi and her sisters. Will he be accepted again, or even become a problem. I don't know, Wafi wishes everything was okay. Wafi asked the bus to stop, at a public cemetery not far from Al Bidayah boarding school. As he passed through his residence, his identity, he could not even bear, his head kept bowing deeply. Wafi got off the bus, he put his two long legs into the eating area, not forgetting to read greetings and prayers.

Wafi continued to cry as he pleased, the rain that stopped replaced with tears, the sound of footsteps made Wafi turn his head, he looked at an old man with staggering steps leading to him. The old man was Fatur, Fatur was happy to hear the free Wafi, Wafi who did not know his mother's cousin was just silent as he continued to look. Fatur smiled, he stepped closer then crouched down next to Wafi.

”Whose father?" Tanya Wafi rasping.

”I know you, your grandmother, everyone. I'm also an ex-con, I'm your cousin Raihanah. Finally you are free, I am Fatur.” Fatur smiled and stroked Wafi's long hair. Wafi brushed it off rudely and she turned away.

Wafi continued his intention, recited a prayer for his father, and Fatur listened silently and guaranteed it, confused Wafi where to go, after the pilgrimage, the two stepped away and Fatur took Wafi to his house.

Arriving at home, the mansion Fatur bought from Raihanah, the house that Riska's grandmother Rayyan and his wife Sani lived in was silent, noticing the arrival of Fatur brought a man with an authority familiar to them, the way the man turned, stepped and circulated his gaze, so very similar to the late Gus Fashan. Sani is an alumnus of Al Bidayah pesantren, he knows the figure of Gus Fashan.

”What is Gus Mu?" Sani asked hoarsely, Rayyan got up from her seat and watched Wafi closely." That's Gus Mu, Masya Allah." Sani's cry broke, he went straight to the kitchen to prepare the best drinks and snacks for Gus Mu. However Gus Mu, regardless of the case and predicate he is holding right now, Sani does not care. Pak kyai's family is a family that he should respect, he still clearly remembers how little Wafi, who always went with Gus Fashan when teaching.

”Assalamu'alaikum," said Fatur.

”Wa'alaikumus Salaam." Rayyan replied, Wafi was surprised when Rayyan immediately hugged him, seeing Wafi up close, Rayyan was more and more convinced that it was the true son of Raihanah." Wafi" said Rayyan.

”I..." Wafi fell silent and did not continue his words, he remembered the house, but his people he forgot, Raihanah never discussed Fatur, he was afraid because we all know Fatur went to prison for what.

"Sani, make some drinks, son. Bring all the food here." Exciting Fatur loudly and his son-in-law had already come with everything, Sani secretly glanced at Wafi. He felt a dream, his home the arrival of a gus.

Wafi placed her wet backpack on the floor, then she sat down with Fatur.

”When are you free?" Ask Rayyan.

"Today." Resolutely Wafi replied, the look on his face was so cruel, there was no look of hospitality. His face was handsome, but it looked scary. He was in prison for many years, never meeting people outside, except with Bayyinah and Raihanah uminya.

Rayyan and Fatur glanced at each other, feeling concerned about the state of their relatives.

”Rest here, or you want to go directly to the pesantren?" Fatur asked and Wafi shook her head.

"If I may, I'd like to rest here tonight." Pinta Wafi and Fatur patted her shoulder warmly.

"Of course, son, let's now drink and eat whatever you want. Don't hesitate, we're happy you're coming here." Fatur grabbed a glass of warm tea and Wafi accepted it.

”Yes Allah, Gus we have You returned. Pesantren need, need the figure of Gus Mu who has been waiting for his return for a long time. Although of course, there are many people who are against.” Sani muttered that she had met Raihanah a few days ago, at the market and was shopping.