Light For Gus Mu
Chapter 19: Go home again
Time passed, Shafiyah had already started to recover, it had been one week that she limited her activities. Shafiyah was standing, in front of the cart of the bricklayer. He's with Ima waiting for their batagor so.
”Pedes neng?" ask the mamang.
”Little bye,” replied Shafiyah.
The mamang nodded and Shafiyah turned her head along with Ima as the bus stopped, in front of their boarding school.
”Oh Gus Mu went home," whispered Ima and Wafi continued to descend. Shafiyah immediately turned away as Wafi glanced at her. Wafi stepped past Shafiyah and Shafiyah held her chest.
”A very weak heart, through doang deg-degan.” Shafiyah. He baper himself as Wafi passed behind him, even the fragrance of the man's perfume was clearly smelled by his nose. Shafiyah was eager to glance at it, but she held back.
”Assalamu'alaikum." Wafi knocked on the door of his house, then he peeked out of the window, there was no one in the house.
”Wa'alaikumus Salaam, you home?” ikhsan replied at once asking. Wafi turned his head and looked at each other with Ikhsan.
”Yes, how quiet is it? where's everything."
”Afsheen work, Bayyin no business, umi you again in the boarding hall. Usually not locked, try the back door, maybe not locked," said ikhsan and Wafi nodded. Ikhsan passed away after patting Wafi on the shoulder a glance. Sure enough, the back door was not locked and Wafi went straight in.
Not long after he came out again and pulled the water hose. The pecker he kept, and his long hair was constantly blown by the wind. Wafi watered the plants on the porch of his house, actually that was the reason for him to be able to see Shafiyah. When Shafiyah passed by she deliberately sprayed the water that she had shrunk her flow with her finger at the mouth of the water hose, she was so, that the jutek girl turned to her. Shafiyah flinched and Ima held back a laugh.
”Wet," Shafiyah protest. He turned his head and looked at Wafi annoyed, Wafi smiled sweetly and Shafiyah lowered her head.
”Where's neng?" tanya Wafi and Shafiyah were silent. And rubbed the black veil.
”By buying batagor Gus,” replied Ima while crying.
”I asked the boy," pointed Wafi at Shafiyah and Ima nudged Shafiyah's arm.
”Fiyah was asked Gus Mu," whispered Ima and Shafiyah turned towards Wafi.
”Ganjen really has Gus,” said the girl was ketus and Wafi still smiled.
"Thank you for the compliment.” Wafi exclaimed and both of Shafi's eyes were rounded.
”Dih,” shafiyah and step quickly left where she stood.
”Excuse me gus, assalamu'alaikum.” Ima pamit's.
”Wa'alaikumus Salaam," replied Wafi and Ima went after Shafiyah. Wafi continued her activities and Shafiyah watched from the window of her room. Wafi felt calm, after seeing that Shafiyah was healthy again.
(Kang Bucin his deketin jurus gemes bener si, O Allah. Poor that mblo.hihi)
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Bayyin was so happy to hear that his brother was already home, he was waiting for an angkot and he often got a bad look from around, because of his shortcomings.
A man who was driving a black car smiled looking at the girl, he knew how Bayyin was well. He Musa, a simple man and comes from a wealthy family, is often present at the Manaqib Al Bidayah boarding school regularly. He had long since put his heart to that simple girl, a whip of a mouth. Moses has spoken out his good intentions to Yemen. And Yemen will tell Raihanah tonight. Bayyin waved his hand and the angkot stopped.
”Masya Allah Bayyin, will you accept? you are so amazing, while I,” shrewdly Moses and kept watching Bayyin, he followed angkot dsn wanted to make sure Bayyin survived until his destination.
Along the way, Bayyin realized that from behind Moses was following him, he was uncomfortable and kept looking back. Arriving in front of the Al Bidayah pesantren, Bayyin dismounted with difficulty, some passengers looked at him cynically for long, they had eyes but were blind. It was obvious Bayyin had flaws, still hardened with such a gaze.
”This is mang, thank you," said Bayyin put the money on the hand of the angkot driver, but his hand was grabbed and deliberately stroked, Bayyin emotion and pulled his hand.” Don't mess with me!" bayyin's voice is rising.
The deg! the angkot driver was tense, when Wafi who had been waiting for Bayyinah on the side of the road, now had gripped the collar of his shabby clothes. Bayyin gasped to see Wafi react immediately, Moses was seen directly out of his car. To block Wafi who could have gotten out of control, the young man just came out of prison. If he gets involved back in the problem, what will become of the people who have looked at him so despicable.
”Sorry," said the angkot driver who had been bathed in sweat. Wafi wrath is not flustered when he sees his sister getting back abuse, veins around his neck arise, his gaze is sharp and he continues to attract the young man.
”Come out of you, what did you do to my sister earlier huh? you're rude, this is harassment. Out now!" wafi shouted and the perpetrator kept trying to defend, he could be battered in the hands of the former athlete.
”Gus patiently Gus," Moses said and pulled Wafi back. Until the grip of Wafi detached and tore off the shirt of the angkot driver.
”Aa quiet!" bayyin's voice was loud and she was already crying, afraid that her brother was out of control." Aa don't be like this, look at Bayyin a hiks." Bayyin's cry broke out, Wafi continued to look at the man closely, recalling his face for him to beat up the next time.
”Go, I report you to the police if so again!" threatening Moses to scream. The angkot driver immediately planted the gas, and Wafi revolted in the detention of Moses' body that was not comparable to his body size.
Wafi noticed the angkot number plate and Bayyinah grabbed her fingers gently." A home, come on." Take Bayyinah and pull her.
Wafi snorted and stepped away leaving her sister, she was annoyed and her hands kept clenched firmly. Now Bayyinah turned to Moses.
”Kang, thank you for helping me. Assalamu'alaikum" in nervousness he said, and Moses kept his head down deeply.
”Wa'alaikumus Salaam Ning," replied Moses gently. Bayyin stepped away and Wafi had already entered the house.
Bukkk! Brak!! bugs bugs. The sound of Wafi's punch in the closet, then on the wall.
”Wafi!" screams Raihanah." Istighfar, patience. Asstaghfirullah hal adzim, son of umi sholeh." Raihanah braced herself to come closer. Swiping Wafi's hair, Wafi paused and bent down with a forehead against the wall. Her sobs began to sound, she was tired from holding back the anger.
”Sabar son, not all things you can fight with violence. You've lost, you've been living in prison because you can't hold back your anger. Don't be like this, I'm scared. We've regrouped, look at Umi, shadow usi you if you're angry. So you know, this old woman can no longer afford to be away with her son,” Raihanah's voice is hoarse, her tears fall. Wafi quickly turned around and hugged his uminya tightly, he had made uminya sad and worried. Bayyin went in and quietly looked at the two. The shadow of his past is now spinning, torturing his soul that has been damaged by trauma.
When he saw Bayyin, Wafi took off his embrace, he stepped towards Bayyinah.
”Bayyin is okay, Bayyin is afraid to see aa angry. Aa don't be so, Bayyin does not want because Bayyin again lives aa getting lower in the eyes of the community.”
”You okay?"
Bayyin nodded then hugged his sister tightly. Wafi replied and Raihanah slowly sat down and watched the two.
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At night, Wafi was stepping home when he heard Yemen and Faiza were coming.
”Eh Khalisah passing,” exclaim Ustadz Jaidi teasing Wafi. But the seduced were busy thinking of one name, Shafiyah. He seemed deaf and ignored the temptations of ustadz Jaidi. Ustadz Jaidi frowned in surprise seeing Wafi not reacting.
"Eh Khalisah, Khalisah" exclaimed some idle santri and Wafi fell silent. Coincidentally there was Chairil and Wafi was immediately treated to a sharp look from him.
"Why is it?" tanya Wafi was confused in her mutterings. Chairil snorted and stepped away. Wafi notices Chairil's departure, inexplicably why his cousin is getting colder to him. What's wrong? why not immediately reprimand if he is wrong. Wafi continued on his way home, unwilling to torture his mind with insignificance.
Bayyinah sat down, when she heard from her aunt and uncle about Moses' intentions. Just this afternoon he met the man, and now he immediately got some shocking news. Afsheen and Raihanah are happy, but it all depends on Bayyinah herself. She is beautiful, but her shortcomings become the rejection of the man, when her uncle and uwa often offer herself to a man who is considered mature and trusted, if not the man who refuses, if not the man who refuses, his family must have been the man, always have been.
”How's Bayyinah?” faiza said ask.” We know Moses well enough, he lost to the physical, but his manner of speaking, his manners, his superiority in his knowledge of the religious sciences, are very special. Appearance is not everything Bayyinah, she is sweet when you look at your mamang kayak,” Faiza said back and her speech at the end of her explanation, making Yemen nudge her arm, reprimand. He would be ashamed to be called that in front of others. Faiza knew Bayyina liked Amran who was beautiful, an ustadz. But Faiza agreed more with Moses, because Amran already had a wife, she did not want her nephew to be honey.
”How's neng?" raihanah and Bayyinah smiled.
”If you are interested, the Musa family will come here directly to menghitbah.” Yemen cried while pushing Misa's CV." Think first, pray istikharah first. If you have any certainty, call mamang ya. Later mamang ask Moses to contact you, can it be?” Yemen asked for permission and Bayyinah nodded.
”Let's Bayyin call again," said Bayyin and everyone smiled. There were no signs of rejection, the girl also liked Moses. Not all women look at the physical, physical umpteenth for women who do see men from his attitude, his meekness, and his manners. Physically is the main, we must see first what the physical companion of our life like. But physical is not a reference to judge the good and bad of a person.