Light For Gus Mu
Chapter 13: Worrying

Throughout the teaching, Khalisah continued to pay attention to Wafi. Reproved Shafiyah also he still lost his sanity to see the man. True said people, almost similar to the deceased, but this one is more cool. Khalisah, a 22-year-old girl, beautiful charming and graceful, dusty colored gown is her favorite, her veil is always a rectangular veil. His cheeks were thin, his nose was tiny like a guava, his chin taper. Cheeky and known to be quiet, but more reserved Shafiyah cousin. Everyone is special with what he has, everyone has flaws either in his physique or in his behavior. No man is perfect, but for Khalisah, Wafi is so extraordinary. Never before had he seen the good looks and dazzling aura of another man, he had first seen a different aura from that man, but dear. Gus Mu is an ex-convict.

The conscious wafi continued to hold on, trying to hold back from glancing back at the girl. The girl who caught his attention, Khalisah. His heart was racing at the sight of the girl. Secretly, Shafiyah glanced at the two alternately.

”Jaga your eyes Khalis,” said Shafiyah and Khalisah lowered their heads. The ages of the two were much different, but much more mature Shafiyah.

After the teaching was over, everything dispersed, Shafiyah silently waited for Wafi to come out, she grasped the paper and wanted to give it because to speak directly she did not dare, Shafiyah who saw Wafi coming out suddenly nervous. He accidentally threw the paper in his grasp and hit the man's back.

”Astaghfirullah o Allah, not intentionally." His exclaim panicked and immediately fled in a mess towards the dormitory. Wafi rubbed his back, then he turned his body around circulating a glance, no one, he was speechless looking at the paper lying down. Then bend down to take it. It must be a love letter santri or santriwati, that is the mind of Wafi. Letters are no longer taboo in the pesantren environment, love letters for intelligence, and if caught, get punished.

”I return the jacket later, still I wash." Shafiyah wrote, Wafi frowned and just remembered with her jacket, must have been the girl who threw her back earlier. You are not polite! but how else, Wafi was grateful, because only Shafiyah who did not hesitate to admit it as the son of Gus Fashan. Shafiyah always paid her respects, even though she didn't need to.

Arriving at home, Wafi prepared to leave immediately, Raihanah prepared food for her son, a long journey, it was already night and very cold.

”Wear jacket, wear helmet."

”I can take the umi bus."

”It's been night, son, where there's a bus. Just use the motor."

"Kasihan Niyyah if work riding angkot,” said Wafi while glancing at his sister who he called it was watching television, with a facial look so sour.

”Niyyah work place deket, different with you baby. Use the motorbike, do not work continuously, often go home. Umi kangen same you a, when you stay here forever," Raihanah's voice was so hoarse, he tidied up his son's shirt, then pulled the jacket zipper slowly. As before she always helped her husband in his clothes, and now the blue-eyed woman almost cried, tormented by a longing for him. He lives in the memories of those who loved him.

”Iya umi, I will often go home. I just got to work yesterday, it's not good to go home. Take good care of the three of you here, call me if there's anything. I am still in Bandung Umi city, I can come anytime if Umi want.” Wafi smiled sweetly, then scavenged his um right hand, smelling the palm and back of the wrinkled hand so softly.

Raihanah wiped her tears, then rubbed her son's head gently. He kissed her son's crown, a thing the deceased often did.

”Aa really want to go?" asked the heavy Bayyin to take her brother back away.

”Yes, take care of yourself." Wafi approached and Bayyin hugged her. Afsheen was silent, her heart was as hard as a rock, there was absolutely no sense of haru with the situation around her at the moment. As if life and death do not need others, people who break the relationship let alone a brotherly relationship, are people who lose money.

Wafi could have hated Afsheen back, but she could not be like that, however Niyyah, Niyyah was still her little sister, whom she loved very much, and she was often carrying around. His sister's body was now bulging, maybe he would be overwhelmed if Niyyah asked for a sling now. But apparently, the request will not be heard again.

” Be careful, do not forget to pray, cover the ears, close the eyes. Ignore the unimportant, umi children are great-great, strong, smart, sholeh and Sholehah,” said Raihanah trying to comfort lara heart who is beating her son. Wafi nodded and smiled widely, showing that he was able to be as he generally said. Raihanah smiled and escorted the wafi out with Bayyin.

”Aa don't speed,” exclaimed Bayyin and Wafi nodded. Wafi put on a helmet and climbed onto the motor matic. The motor is on, he looks at Umi and his sister.

”Assalamu'alaikum." His cry loudly while starting to advance the vehicle.

”Wa'alaikumus Salaam." Answer the three, Raihanah was silent, and continued to watch Wafi until he came out of the boarding gate. Then he turned around and took Bayyin in.

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The next day, Shafiyah was washing Gus Mu's jacket. He reached into the pocket of the jacket and found the bagbih, Shafiyah was surprised and washed it, then hung it. To let the water down from the brown tasbih.

”Gus Mu must be nyariin, well how will he return. Shame, translucent at seeing guys. Where's Gus again, my goodness Fiyah." Shafiyah exclaimed while hitting her own forehead. Then he continued his activities, washed the jacket, and after finishing soaking it with his favorite fragrance liquid. After a long time, Shafiyah dried it and wrote down on the paper she put on the hanger, so that other santriwati do not move the hanger because it belongs to someone who must be respected.

”Fiyah," scolded Ima and Shafiyah turned her head.” What are you?”

”No, this is me again drying clothes,” replied Shafiyah then grabbed her bucket.

”Kok kayak knows si,” said Ima noticed the jacket.

”It's got Gus Mu.”

"What's? what what?” suddenly Ima was talking, hearing her friend was washing clothes of handsome people.

”He told you?” accuse Ima of being a little cynical.

”Yes, don't want the main story. I'm shy.” Shafiyah lowered her head and stepped away, Ima was curious and followed.

”News dong," whine Ima.

”Okay!" Shafiyah slightly snapped and then entered the room.