Light For Gus Mu
Chapter 39: Keep Effort whatever the outcome
This morning at the house of Fara and Nafis. Wafi was making a cake, he was busy himself and Fara let him. Fara was alone, Nafis came home this morning probably, because last night was still on her way out of town. After her two children married, Fara often asked her niece or cousin to stay at home.
”Assalamu'alaikum.” Nafis stepped in and Fara smiled looking at him.
”Wa'alaikumus Salaam," replied Fara. She shook her husband's hand and the two embraced warmly. Nafis glanced at the kitchen at a glance, seeing that Wafi was busy.
”Wafi nginep bund?" ask Nafis.
"Yes, he's making a fresh cake again.” Fara smiled. And Nafis smiled too." I'll make tea for a minute." Fara panted and Nafis nodded. Nafis went to the room and Fara in the kitchen noticed Wafi.
”Om home?” wafi.
”Yes, want some tea? auntie made you all right." Fara offered as she watched the pastry still on the baking pan to bake.
”No need, I can make my own later.” Wafi smiled and Fara also smiled. For what reason his nephew suddenly made a cake, Fara looked sad for a moment and remembered his brother.
The apron Wafi wears appears to be a spot of stains from the cake batter, the man wears a bando so that his hair does not block his view. He tries occasionally to make sure the dough is fit or not, it has been a long time he did not make the cake, afraid of failure and redundant.
After making a warm tea, Fara returned to the living room. My breath sat down and changed clothes.
”Kasihan Wafi, the relationship with Shafiyah is lacking support, blessing is also difficult. I was inget us first well,” said Fara and Nafis chuckling.
”Not different, I was just motivated to be responsible and have a good job to support you. But now Wafi, the girl's family was really insulting her. I'm grateful that your family is so good as I was Fara, if your family is like that girl's family, I think I give it up. Not strong and not able to.” With a long mouth, Fara smiled and the two reminisced with youth. Breath drank his warm tea and after that he went to the kitchen to meet Wafi. Wafi shook his hands softly, a little hard because both hands were dirty.
”Where have you been?" ask Nafis.
”This." Wafi swiftly gave it. Breath sat down and tried it, chewing on the cake that entered his mouth gently while watching his nephew.
”Enak, pinter also you make cake. Who's that cake for? is there a pesen or what?”
Wafi fell silent, she was decorating the sponge cake for him to give to Shafiyah.
”It's make temen, yes he's birthday.” Wafi.
”girls? have you fought for Shafiyah?" Nafis was quite surprised to hear Wafi's words.
”Not, guys kok om hehe," Wafi nervous.
”Then you make a cake for a guy, Istighfar Mu. Not your normal?” The sound of breath rising. Wafi glared at the accusation, he flicked his hand in refusal.
”No, asstaghfirullah could be his nudge. This is for Shafiyah, I swear it's normal.” Resolutely Wafi explained and then Breath was calm.
”Yes you were asked instead of lying,” ketus Nafis and Wafi smiled.” Fight Mu as long as the girl wants, her om used to be a little difficult to fight for Fara.”
Wafi fell silent and stared fixed Nafis.” Is Abah fierce and forbid om same aunt?” asked Wafi, is it true that his grandfather is so? it feels impossible.
”More precisely firmly, om must fight two men at once. Abah you are with Abi you, om first your abi student at school. Automatic Abi you know the behavior of om, sepet banned tuh, where Abi you fierce right. Eh Alhamdulillah finally can dapetin your aunt, pioneering efforts and living together until now. Fight ye ye, until Allah guides.” Nafis cheering, Wafi smiled widely, who was not happy when he met a struggling prang. Nafis managed to get Fara, and she hoped, she could also be together with Shafiyah.
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In the afternoon, Wafi and Ali hid behind a wall. Wafi peeked a little at the big house of Dawn, Ismail was waiting for the security guard to open the gate. Ismail brought a neatly packed cake, with the name of the store 'Habibah' which was printed suddenly. Ismail looked like a courier, to deliver the package. Wafi deg-degan and fear of being discovered.
”Excuse me sir, this is a package shipment on behalf of the recipient Shafiyah." Ishmael spoke with a smile.
”Yes, I asked you first." The security guard went and closed the gate back, coincidentally Shafiyah came out and was silent as the security guard approached her.” Neng has a package."
”Package?” Shafiyah was confused, she felt like she didn't order anything.” What package sir?"
”Lack of knowledge, the courier is still waiting." The security guard glanced at Ismail and Shafiyah turned his head.
”Ya have seen it first,” said Shafiyah. He stepped up and the security guard opened the gate, while facing Ismail, Shafiyah stared at the package in the man's hand. Wafi smiled and watched him.
”Package make teteh,” said Ismail while crying, only the first time he saw Shafiyah. From his eyes is good, but do not know beautiful or not. Until Wafi's klepek-klepek by the girl.
”Genit lu Mail, less cool." Gerrutu Wafi and swigged.
”Great jealousy of the father," said Ali and Wafi mendelik again.
Shafiyah was silent, never accepting." But I don't...."
”The owner's name is Mamu handsome." Ismail's whisper interrupts Shafiyah's remark, it can fail if the girl is unconscious as well.
”Emang no yes a name so? narcissistic really." The security guard chuckled and Ismail laughed, Wafi frowned and could not hear what they were talking about.
”Oh haha yes, this is my subscription. I know the owner of the store, I ordered yesterday, but he said it just so today. Thank you," said Shafiyah to follow, and Wafi smiled to see him. Shafiyah was very happy, she accepted with great joy. The man before him might just be his friend Gus Mu, after receiving the package. Shafiyah entered and the gate in the lock of the meeting returned. Ishmael rode on his motorbike and stopped, then he got down near Wafi and Ali.
”Fear of being caught," wirih Wafi.
”Sepi is his home, hopefully his mother is not there," replied Ismail and Wafi pulled out his phone.
In the room, Shafiyah immediately opened the cardboard of the cake, smiling at the contents. Engraved her initials, with some cream molded flowers, very pretty and Shafiyah likes it.
”Yes Gus to send all cakes, this seems very expensive.” He said as he poked the cake and tried it, his head nodding because it tasted so good.
Tring tring tring! the sound of the cell phone suddenly made Shafiyah startled. Shafiyah circulated her gaze, she had no hape and out of nowhere the voice was. Shafiyah lowered her head, watching the Wafi-given cake. He leaned his body, pointing his ears near the cake. The sound of the hape came from the cake, Shafiyah grabbed the plastic knife of the cake and split it. He was even more shocked to see a cell phone in a clear plastic wrap, deliberately inserted before the cake was decorated in such a way. Shafiyah pulled out a few pieces of tissue, then cleaned them and took them out.
”He intentionally?" his words raspy. Then he picked up the call and got off the bed, and opened the balcony door and now he was standing there.
” Assalamu'alaikum.”
” Wa'alaikumus Salaam, Gus..." Shafiyah's voice was hoarse, her eyes watering and constantly circulating her gaze, looking for where the man was. Wafi finally stepped out of hiding, Shafiyah turned her head and the two both smiled.” Gus, you can be wretched.”
”I'm much more doomed, if I don't know how you're doing. That used phone, it's okay, it can still be used. The important thing is we can communicate, neng healthy?” said Wafi so weak and he waved his hand, Shafiyah replied to him, while Ismail and Ali became spectators.
”Mumu love very much the girl, but her brother's house is already big like this, let alone her parents' house.” Ishmael was anxious, and fearing that Wafi's hope would not come, and the man went mad.
”I know Shafiyah's house, it's big. The best thing in the complex,” said Ali and Ismail gave a rough sigh.
”Fiyah healthy a, thanks cake same hapeenya. The cake's good." Shafiyah smiled broadly behind her veil.
”Iya equally, her cake at the meal yes. I made it long, tired, just for neng Bibah." Wafi smiled widely and Shafiyah laughed crisply.
”Sorry yes yesterday Fiyah was angry not clear, misunderstood the same a Wafi.”
”It's okay, it's gone too. Don't talk about it anymore."
”But it's really a Wafi cake that makes? how can it be good?" shafiyah sounded doubtful.
"Well, you don't believe it?” tanya Wafi in a laugh. The girl could not believe it.
”Yes, Fiyah can't believe.”
”That's what I made, really. The time of lying." Wafi continued to chuckle.
”Iya deh believe,” Shafiyah said with a smile.
Shafiyah turned her head and her two eyes rounded when she saw her parents' car coming, she immediately left the balcony and Wafi panicked.
”Halo neng? why?”
”There's mom, Gus go yes. I don't want Gus to do anything. Come on, spiel."
Wafi turned her head and she panicked.” Save the hape in a safe place, do not get caught ya.”
”Iya gus thanks, assalamu'alaikum.”
”Wa'alaikumus Salaam."
The call ended, Ismail immediately drove his motorcycle first. Wafi got on top of Ali's motorbike, and closed the glass helmet, Ali drove his motorbike tight following Ismail. Wafi was nervous when he passed the white car. Sara did not see it, not realizing, from her strapping body Wafi even the woman could have recognized him. Wafi turned his head, and he rubbed his chest feeling relieved.
Arriving at the house of Dawn. Sara gets out of the car, she gets in and the aunt says Shafiyah is in the room. Sara rushed to see her daughter. As he entered, Shafiyah was reading a book while enjoying a cake from Gus Mu.
”Eh mother," said Shafiyah.
”Honey, eat cake? it looks good, but from where? it's not that mom says don't go anywhere," said Sara a little ketus.
"Ih no, this is sent the same temen. Fiyah's not going anywhere, just ask the security guard." Ketus Shafiyah was upset. And Sara smiled. Seeing her son so voraciously eat cake, Sara tried it. One twice, until the stupor and Shafiyah pouted.
"Mother don't have much, have Fiyah," said the girl.
”Which shop is next? say the same mom, we have to be the cake shop subscription.” Sara was so excited and Shafiyah held back her smile. If her mother knew the cake from Wafi, she was sure everything that entered would be spewed back. The two finally enjoy the cake together, Shafiyah keeps smiling and Sara notices her happy-looking son.
”You can definitely forget about the man, Farel is much better. Proof you're happy now, son." Sara Mumbles.
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Wafi, Ismail and Ali have arrived at Al Bidayah boarding school. Wafi goes in to make coffee, Ismail and Ali hang out on the terrace. Ali was flabbergasted to see the residence of his coach, he did not expect that the man was a Gus. Because Wafi never told me.
Ali came because he misses, misses his coach, he doesn't like the coach now. And hoping that Wafi would come back, he represented everyone in the studio to ask Wafi to train.
”I have nothing Ali, why did you come suddenly?" said Wafi while putting one by one cup of coffee. He and Ishmael met Ali at a red light, while going to Dawn's house. Ali was strayed and very grateful to meet Wafi on the road.
”Chatter aja hehe," Ali smiled widely.” Turns out a Wafi an ustadz ya."
"He's Gus, one of Majdi's descendants. This pesantren manager knows,” ketus Ismail explained and Wafi sat down slowly.
”Oh yes?" Ali was getting flabbergasted at him.
”If your intention is to come here to ask me to return to the sanggar, I cannot," said Wafi and Ali looked disappointed. Not to mention it has been found out and rejected.
”We don't like the coach now, it's old, it's not slang." Ali whispers.
”Means senior, better right?" wafi and Ali shook their heads.
”Like at will, don't like. Come a Wafi back to the sanggar, I buy food every day." Persuading Ali and Wafi chuckled.
The two turned their heads as Ismail's hape rang, Ismail quickly picked up the incoming call from Kamila.
”Back!" snapped Kamila and Ismail surprised, Wafi and Ali who heard his head down while chuckling.
”Why the hell neng grumpy mulu? do not get angry, you will get old" Ismail said with a laugh.
”Not singing, go home a spit. He said just a minute.” Kamila protest was upset. Kamila felt a pain, I don't know what happened, she didn't understand. And wanted to go immediately to check on her pregnancy.
”Iya I'm home baby, my soul mate, my sweet. I'm home, don't be angry, not good for your pregnancy. Later the Dede in the belly of his mamah nangis angry.” Ishmael persuaded as he grabbed his jacket, he would be home soon.
”Yes has come home a," ketus Kamila.
The call was cut Kamil unilaterally, Wafi silently watched Ismail.
"Gue go home first Mu,” said Ismail pamit.
”Yes, bring it to Kamila." Point the cake to the plastic containing the cake.
”Oke, thanks." Ismail smiled.