Light For Gus Mu
Chapter 30: Responsibility
Tonight, the weather was so cold, Wafi covered her head wearing a black peci with her sorb cloth, until the waist of the turban cloth covered her body, she lowered her head, she looked down, staring at the yellow book and listening to the santri and santriwati who took turns reading across the small table. He listens, interrupts and justifies if wrong.
Shafiyah was nervous, it was soon her turn, she kept her head down and felt like she wanted to run away at this moment.
”Teh Fiyah, teteh turn," exclaimed santriwati asking him to come forward. Shafiyah did not understand the contents of the yellow book well, that's why she repeated it again to smoothen it. He only serves and teaches junior students, he also still needs to learn a lot more.
”The other first please, me later," said Shafiyah and the others are done.
”Giliran teteh ih," said santriwati.
"Snap," said the male santri and Shafiyah mendelik. Shafiyah got up and stepped down, she sat across the table, Wafi was silent and rubbed her forehead and blocked her lips occasionally with her fingers, unable to hold back a smile as Shafiyah approached. Aidan looked furious to see the two opposite, his heart was so sick at this moment. Lest he lose to Gus Mu, he should immediately invite Shafiyah ta'aruf.
Shafiyah kept wrong, Wafi confirmed and the girl broke out in a cold sweat.
”Just relax, don't rush," said Wafi whispered and Shafiyah felt instantly drifting to hear it. He nodded and Wafi raised his gaze at a glance, seeing both eyes looking down with those plump and bushy eyelashes.
After Shafiyah finished, she retreated and felt relieved. The sweat soaked his forehead, making the white face slightly wet. Wafi bowed shyly, then closed his book. The hour hand showed at 9 p.m., it's done. Wafi closed the activity by praying, he amini everything, then closed with greetings. After Wafi left, Shafiyah felt relieved. He got up to pick up a warm tea that had only been drunk half by Wafi, but the other santriwati went hunting to get it.
”No," snatched Shafiyah and grabbed the glass and lifted her into the air.
”Little tea, divide dong. Blessing it,” grimace Santriwati and Shafiyah did not want to give it.
”Cepet disperse, you want to be legal because you are late to hostel?” ketus Shafiyah and they all glared. Santri men have left, and finally santriwati was disbanded. Shafiyah stepped into the kitchen to store the glass, but she stopped and sat down.
”I drank aja ah, kyai's former son." Shafiyah smiled and looked at the top of the glass, where Wafi had been drinking it. But he was confused because there was no trace of it. Shafiyah finally said basmallah, then pulled her veil from the right side slightly. He drank it to the end, on the man's lip. After he finished, he washed it and left for a quick break.
*****
Today, it's a bright day. Chairil and Khalisah's wedding is only a few days away, Raihanah's family is absolutely no one to attend the application event. Seeing the change in attitude of her sister-in-law, Faiza was sad. He knew the mistake of his son and future son-in-law was so fatal, Raihanah did not come because she was sick. Bayyin is busy, especially Afsheen who can not take a vacation carelessly. Wafi do not ask, he does not want, marriage later he does not want to come.
”Try you talk Rai tea, we can't be like this brother. Cuek, don't care. Our children are wrong, we as parents have rebuked and directed it. But this is a complicated problem, we have to intervene so that it does not drag on,” said Yemen and Faiza nodded her head.
”Later to his house, Fara also want to play he said. Let's be together, let's not be too awkward too,” Faiza replied and Yemen smiled to hear it.
In the pesantren, Shafiyah was frozen. Staring at the message from Aidan, asking him to ta'aruf, but not from the man he expected. Shafiyah looked grim, she rubbed her face rough and did not focus on doing her job.
”Assalamu'alaikum Shafiyah, I want to talk seriously with you. Do you have a husband candidate? if not, can I apply for you? I've been watching you for a long time. I need permission before coming to your house, if you want and allow,” the contents of the message from Aidan is so sincere and gentle. Shafiyah grabbed her hape again and took a deep breath.
”Wa'alaikumus Salaam, I don't have a candidate yet, but I already have the man Ustadz dreams of. I'm sorry, I can't. Maybe I'll focus on college first, I can't accept ta'aruf's invitation, or permission to see my parents. I'm sorry, may ustadz get a much better companion than me. I can't force my heart, and I'm afraid it hurts ustadz Aidan.” The message was sent, Shafiyah put down her hape, then curled back up without any pedestal. He is confused, and afraid to expect a lot and he should be ready to be disappointed. If Gus Mu doesn't like him, he will try sincerely when he sees your Gus with another girl and his path is to focus on his college.
In his place, ustadz Aidan let out a rough breath, after reading a message from Shafiyah. His body slowly curled up, how painful it was to refuse, difficult to describe. Moreover, such awkwardness, has been noticed for a long time, many years. Aidan can only surrender, forcing the will will will not be good, his hope fell when just the beginning of the battle. He lost to Wafi, he was sure Shafiyah liked the man. Even if the man is a former prisoner, for visuals he lost competitiveness. Aidan misjudged Shafiyah, that handsome man a lot. Shafiyah was even often introduced to her brother's handsome and well-established friends. But the girl was only interested and for the first time to Wafi Muzammil. Where and to whom, love grows. Love is a gift, a foundation of hearts and feelings.
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At Bu nyai's house, Faiza and Fara actually come, bring food and hope Raihanah has free time to talk. Fara took her two children, Husna and Hasna.
”Teh, I want to talk to you for a minute,” Faiza said. And Raihanah nodded.
”Since when did I ban you Za," said Raihanah and Faiza smiled.
”This is a serious and sensitive discussion, I'm honest. I'm really not happy with our relationship stretching, I'm sorry for the words of Chairil, my son who is not polite and inappropriate. I'm trying to say this from yesterday, but I can't keep the time. I'm sorry tea,” Faiza said hoarsely. Both of her eyes were watering, she was afraid of hurting Raihanah. Her brother's beloved and soulmate, who had promised to take care of her. And so is his nephew.
Raihanah smiled faintly, then grabbed Faiza's hand. Faiza was not only her sister-in-law, but that woman was her best friend, best friend and best friend.
”Chairil, your son and Yemen. Like my own son, we are family. Yesterday's problem was a matter of misunderstanding, in my opinion, should not be extended and make between our families problematic. I'm sorry Chairil, don't think too much about Za. Do you think our relationship is stretched, because I'm not present to deliver Chairil's proposal?" said Raihanah so meek, the old woman has learned a lot about life, love and loyalty. His persona is now much different from the one he used to be, the change he got after living together with the best man in his life.
Faiza lowered her head, her tears dripped and Raihanah quickly hugged her.” I'm afraid, our relationship is troubled, my son is wrong, Khalisah too. If our relationship breaks down, if Abi, umi and bang Fashan still exist. They will be very sad,” said Faiza heavily and continued to wipe her tears.
”I was less healthy yesterday, so I can't go. Bayyin moreover, you know that my son has a trauma, his physical which is now often a spectacle, Bayyin is not ready to go too far, meet strangers, let alone crowded places. Afsheen can't take a day off, and Wafi...” Raihanah stopped talking, she took off her arms and Faiza was still crying.
”Wafi is naturally disappointed, Khalisah is indeed outrageous. I myself was confused, what Chairil saw from the girl,” Faiza said and Raihanah rubbed her shoulders.
”Neither Za, Khalisah is just a misunderstanding. Everyone can change, hopefully Khalisah will change for the better. Love is hard to overcome, later if you block Chairil with Khalisah, the two children will be injured. Not good for the future,” said Raihanah and Faiza silent, there is doubt in her heart. Faiza does not give blessing to Khalisah, as beautiful as any woman, can it guarantee good? good for his son and Chairil? if it is forbidden, it is impossible.
”What Rai tea says is the best, in sha Allah Khalisah. Chairil will guide him, and reprimand him,” said Fara and Raihanah smiling. But still, Faiza was worried.
The three of them suddenly went silent, hearing the sound of the motor stopping in front of the house. Gus Mu came home, the man got off the bike and Afsheen had gone home first. Wafi turned his head when he saw Shafiyah, coincidentally.
”Ekheeeeemm!” Wafi cleared his throat so long, Shafiyah chuckled as it instead sounded like the sound of a sheep. Wafi touched his jakun, he could-can always be embarrassing in front of Shafiyah.
Shafiyah lowered her head and continued to smile, she waltzed away and Wafi pouted. Bayyin who was stepping with Hasna smiled to see that Wafi had come home.
”Aa here," pinta Bayyin and Wafi turned their heads.
”What the hell ah?" ketus Wafi and Bayyin.
”It's about Shafiyah,” said Bayyin hoarse and Wafi speechless, his feelings suddenly not because of, he looked at his sister warmly and Husna chose to leave.
”I go in first,” says Husna.
”Why?” ask Wafi.
”Ustadz Aidan already ngajakin Shafiyah ta'aruf, when do you want? Shafiyah is a dream, she is beautiful in the eyes of men even though she is very closed. If it really is, honey, marriage is proof of that. Or Aa's just messing around?” said Bayyin and Wafi face immediately pale, so sad, afraid of loss, mixed felt by the man. Did Shafiyah accept it? then her? can Ikiklaskan.” Aa." Call Bayyin while shaking Wafi's arm.
"Log in!” wafi's and Bayyin's edict was confused, the man now breezed past his sister, she who was tired after work, getting weaker because of the news. Wafi had to ask slim to Shafiyah, she was first by Aidan.
Wafi fumbled his cigarettes and matches, he stepped away towards the garden behind the pesantren.
Brug! Diva accidentally hit the man who was upset, out of nowhere Diva, alone.
”Aaagh hurts!" Diva grimaced, this time she was really in pain.
”Hobi fell huh?” ketus Wafi and stepped away, Diva got up, ran, spread out her hands and stood in front of Wafi.
”Responsibility!” firmly Diva. Wafi was silent and snorted.” I fell gus, yesterday I also fell because of your Gus. Twice, Gus had to take responsibility.”
Wafi scratched his temple, faced with a big new child is indeed the worst thing, where his voice is flattered. His ears were grieving hearing the voice of the Diva.
”Soaring!" your Gus asserted, he shifted and the Diva also shifted, blocking his path.
”Gus must be responsible, Gus must care about all santriwati, do not be like this.”
”Ari maneh kunaon si?” ketus Wafi and swiggle.
Ari maneh kunaon si?
What the hell are you?
”You pretended yesterday to get hit, hit it the most nobody blisters. I also know, you pretend, don't make drama. If you are an acting whiz, mending play soap operas. Don't bother me, and keep your attitude the same as mine!” said Wafi annoyed, his gaze was so sharp and Diva shrieked in fear. Was Wafi not interested in her beautiful face? with her body full and sexy? I don't know what the girl had in mind, which is clear. He generalizes all the men, who will be tempted by his charming look and quasi-body.
”Child now do not know manners, do not know manners. As if, hard salary, smooth courtship.” Gerrutu Wafi as he stepped away, leaving the Diva who looked down sadly. Where can Wafi be tempted, while his soul and body is only for his Shafiyah, he only wants to touch his wife, he only wants to be touched by his wife later. But Wafi is also just an ordinary man, having an extraordinary orgasm, a man who understands Religion, learning the science of marriage, as well as the procedure of getting along with his wife later, they wait for that moment. When Allah meets them with the best of soul mate, the lawful one for him and approaches him gets the reward.
Not all men are bastards, jerks and playwrights. There are still many Wafi figures, and self-styling is the best way to get it. If God willed.