Light For Gus Mu
Chapter 22: Kang Bucin has no news
This morning Raihanah got word that her son was going to go up the mountain, with his friends. One of his best friends was Ishmael. The plan of going up to the mountain outside the city was already planned in advance, Wafi is unlikely to cancel because he is also out of money. He also needs an atmosphere for self-healing, resting while calming down. Hiking activities are his favorite activities, he also often paragliding first. When his life was fine. Wafi's figure is from childhood only afraid of lizards, he prefers to climb coconut trees rather than forced to touch lizards, amused actually. He who is always curious about something he has just seen, always wants to try especially if it is related to sports activities.
His hands were not as smooth as his face, hands that had many scars on his fingers and the back of his hands, making a sign of how difficult life he lived. Working odd jobs since grade 6 Elementary School, to help uminya. The first job he did was work in the market, selling plastic bags, you can imagine. A life that was much different from when his ashes were still around. Raihanah even sold everything she had, no more sparkling jewelry on her body, the gift from the husband was gone. Moreover, children are growing and need school fees. Wafi the son helped him to seek sustenance, one thousand two thousand is very meaningful. The two-story house is now no valuables, empty leaping and only a few items that are obsolete in eating age. Like a couch and a closet. Raihanah sold everything except for her husband's belongings, which her husband liked very much. Everything's still up in the crate in the barn.
Wafi broad and sturdy shoulders, shoulders that have been trained to lift weights to make a living from grade 6 SD. His body is fertile because it cooperates with sports for him. The shoulders are firm and wide, there are scarred strokes of the burden on his shoulder. Not until there, heavy loads in work can be rested. But the burden of the mind is so hard to rest.
”Go home, umi wants to talk,” Raihanah's voice is hoarse, with occasional sobbing.
”Can't be umi, I'm out of town," his son replied, without his permission Wafi just left.
”Asstaghfirullah thing adzim son, you avoid umi?" Accuse Raihanah of tears, what's wrong? the older man will be more sensitive, more sensitive than small children. This is where the children are tested, what wants to take care of old and troublesome parents with all their silly behavior? not infrequently, children throw away their mothers as if they were born from behind a vessel. A mother can take care of 12 children, but 12 children are not necessarily able to take care of one person, their mother. In turn to keep a mother sometimes often argue, which it does not want, this is the reason busy working. Didn't realize we, when our mothers want to eat innocently we take out the unclean, when our mothers do not have the money we force the pocket money, do not remember when we were children who were always gently wiped, not even a single mosquito was allowed to touch our skin, she was the figure of a mother, an extraordinary figure that we often hurt. But she kept smiling behind the phrase 'mom's okay'. As far as a child is concerned, it is an adult. The figure of a parent will always consider his child a small child, who will be injured, and need his hands to treat the wound.when we are small our wounds are treated by our parents, who will be injured, but when we grow up we are the source of their heart's wounds. This cannot be disputed. Who can still see the innocent faces of father and mother at this time, do not forget to take time while saying 'sorry and thank you'.
”No, my time is so the same umi,” Wafi denied and confused now she has to how.
Raihanah was silent and only her crying represented the pain of her heart.
”Give me permission umi, I can't ride if umi doesn't give permission.” His ink was hoarse and Raihanah wiped her tears.
”Then it came home yes a,”
”Iya aa promise, later go home. Not authorized?”
”Yes what else you want, you're already there. Take care, you haven't been a Hiking for a long time. Don't mess around, keep up the behavior, keep oral. Understood?"
Wafi smiled broadly hearing his umi speaking non-stop.” Yes umi darling.”
”Yes, be careful a."
”Iya, umi rest, but eat first.”
”Iya, yes already assalamu'alaikum.”
”Wa'alaikumus Salaam.”
Wafi put the hape away and he put it in his pocket. He walked over to his friends and prepared to climb. Items are prepared, jackets, all fixtures are prepared with details. Wafi left with seven friends. He was always close to Ismail, the two had only met after Wafi was free.
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Shafiyah was agitated, distraught, the rancid figure of your Gus very much she missed. Especially after she found out the guy liked her, but now it's gone with no news. As springy on the earth, his social media accounts are inactive these two days, no Wafi likes his posts.
”Evil, having both known to like each other, fall in love with each other. Now that he's gone, how wicked are you, Gus. After making me fooled by your attitude, you are free to leave, making people upset like this. Whatever, just be careful if you take me out again, I don't want to" he said to himself, and threw his hape on the bed. Shafiyah cleaned her face because she was going to wear skincare before leaving.
After he finished preparing, he put on his veil, then grabbed the bag and grabbed his book. He had a lecture today, still lam but Shafiyah wanted to go to the bookstore first. There are books he needs to buy. The pesantren is still fussing, talking about who your Gus likes. Shafiyah pretended to be deaf, although some people were suspicious of her. He did not want to tout something uncertain, let alone the man had somehow gone where he was now. Saying like and love without clarity, Shafiyah did not want to expect more. He was afraid of disappointment, wounds that had been left behind were difficult to treat.
”Shafiyah,” said Bayyinah who was waiting for the girl. Shafiyah was silent for a moment, then smiled towards Bayyinah.
”Iya tea why?" shafiyah asked so gently.
”Fiyah, do you have a husband?" bayyin asked very sensitively and Shafiyah shook her head.
”What's up Ning?” shafiyah asked nervously.
”My brother is not a good person, ex-con, but I reiterate here. If not to protect me, my sister wouldn't have done that Fiyah, she's kind, responsible. It's just that he's not rich, he likes you. She said everything is the same to me, do you have the same feeling as my sister?” said Bayyin and Shafiyah gasped to hear it, what is this? will he be asked by Bayyin to accept Wafi? while Wafi said anything about his feelings never.
”If you can be honest, I like Gus. But I'm not Ning, I don't have Ning's predicate to be with a Gus. I am just an ordinary woman, and I also can not signal anything if Gus wants to be serious with me,” Shafiyah said then lowered her head because Bayyin continued to look at him closely. Bayyinah grabbed the soft hand of Shafiyah and Shafiyah raised her head again.
”Are you not afraid of male ex-convicts?" bayyin asked because Shafiyah did not offend her brother's status at all.
”All humans are the same, I've never seen your Gus as an ex-con. He's a man who just came home from his responsibilities, eight years is not a short time, but he accepted it without rejection. When I got into this school, I knew nothing. I found out on the internet who Gus Mu is who people talk about. I misunderstood him and thought he was the real suspect, but I was wrong. He's a hero to his sister. I have an older brother all, I was heavily guarded until I was put into the pesantren. A brother's affection is like a parent's affection, the same and it's amazing. Let Gus Mu drown with the identity of the ex-con with time, but if he wants to accept me as his wife, he's my husband, he's, and there is no status that is important other than that after we are destined to be together in a sacred bond,” Shafiyah said so sincerely and Bayyin was fixated to hear it. Her sister Wafi is not the wrong person, she loves the right girl. May God unite the two, in a way we do not know what it will be like.
”Thank you,” said Bayyin then both hugged. The girl was already willing to accept how her brother was, then what about her family? that's what Bayyin thinks now.
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After traveling to climb with a fairly difficult terrain, because the rain suddenly fell, although briefly, making the ground slippery. Ishmael and Angga fell down repeatedly. Wafi walked the lead, carrying the wooden stick he was carrying, and it was useful to help his pace along the way. The seven men had already reached the top, the tent was in pairs and some of them were cooking food. Wafi finished praying, he sat quietly and his friends noticed.
”How long have you known Wafi?" ask Rea to Ishmael.
”For a long time, about 6-7 years,” replied Ismail with a smile.
”He is very quiet now, exclaimed Rizwan and Ismail turned to look at Wafi.
Wafi stuffed both of his hands into his pockets, staring at the dark sky and his pitch-black surroundings. He closed both his eyes, then inhaled a deep breath of air and exhaled it like he was pulling it. Wafi continued to rub his ears, the girl's maki continued to sound, torturing her eardrum.
”Wafi," call Ismail and Wafi turns. Wafi received when Ismail gave her a cup of coffee.
”Thank you," said Wafi and Ismail nodded." Your wife is pregnant, right? who is she at home?"
”I left it to his parents' house first, not expecting. I'll be a dad in a minute." Ismail smiled and Wafi also smiled.” By the way how is your relationship with Shafiyah?" ishmael whispered and was afraid that anyone would hear.
”Don't know," replied Wafi weakly and both eyes water.” He deserves to live with a well-established and well-to-do man" he added.
”Ish you why are you saying that? is there a problem with him?"
Wafi shook his head." Absolutely not, only I have to know myself. Who I am and I don't want to make her life difficult,” she said then crouched down and drank bitter coffee, like a life that there is no sweetness.
”Bitter elixir, forget to use sugar. Here use sugar first.” Ismail pulled the coffee that Wafi was enjoying and Wafi was unwilling to give it.
”I like,” said Wafi and Ismail gave a rough sigh. Ismail was silent and he also did not add sugar to his coffee. The others noticed the two who were not chatting at all and were instead busy looking at the pitch-black scene. Wafi is down, he must be silenced until he wants to explain his anxiety. Ishmael knew him well, he did not want to hurt by forcing Wafi.
”Mie nih mateng, spout!" yelled Angga and the two men turned their heads. Ishmael got up and invited Wafi to have dinner with the others soon.