Light For Gus Mu
Chapter 47: Ngamen to make dowry
Upon arrival at the college, Shafiyah came out and passed away. Wafi from a distance watched.
”That's one time, I'm sure you're lying. You can't break everything so.” Wafi said then rubbed his face rough. The dawn from inside his car noticed, not long after Wafi left because the Eagle called him.
In the campus cafeteria, Shafiyah placed her chin on the table, staring at her drink in front of her. Drinks with lemon tops and basil powder, still early in the morning. But he needed a fresh and cold drink, to cool his suddenly hot body, sweating from the nervous sight of Gus Mu earlier.
”Dor!" exclaimed Nur and Shafiyah aghast.
”Nur, make a surprise.” Shafiyah whined and Nur chuckled.
”Why is the daydreaming?” nur asked while holding his chin, he noticed Shafiyah who seemed to be in a dilemma. Yesterday, the girl was like that too. But today seems to be worse. Shafiyah did not answer, only the headband represented.
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Arriving at the office, Wafi got out of the car. Not carrying a briefcase or file, because he was confused about what he had to bring. He just carries his backpack, black is a little shabby. It contained prayer rugs, sarongs, peci and his favorite Qur'an. Wafi cradled her bag after the two straps she hung on her sturdy shoulder. All the female employees gawked, seeing the arrival of a handsome and dashing man who had just arrived for the first time.
”Eh sir where are you going?" exclaim the security guard and Wafi stopped.
”I..” Confused how. The eagle knew where the man was, a fancy car came. The figure of the handsome Eagle finally came out, Wafi was silent and his hands were firmly embraced by the security guard.
”Pak, this is Wafi Muzammil sir. Again in wha?" said Eagle and the security guard immediately released Wafi's hand.
”Sorry sir, sorry. Don't fire me,” exclaimed the security guard as he pleaded with his hands, bowing respectfully and Wafi retreated away from him. The crybaby eagle saw the look on Wafi's confused face.
”Iya sir yes.” Wafi exclaimed for the middle-aged man to stop.
The eagle smiled and approached Wafi, taking the man in and Wafi down. And the Eagle took Wafi to the 7th floor. Arriving there, Wafi was silent to see a photo of his grandfather on the wall, Berhan Embrace, and a photo of his om Noah on the table. Wafi smiled, his fingers he got on the table, then stepped up and his fingers shifted gently. He often played in this room, a lot of different, because the company was renovated. Berhan often carries Wafi, taking him wherever he goes when he comes to Indonesia. Wafi has two grandparents who love him so much.
”What do you drink sir? I don't know what you like." Said the Eagle while putting some files on the table.
”Serah," briefly Wafi and Eagle frowned. Wafi stood in front of a large window, staring at the eye-indulgent scene. The eagle left, and Wafi closed his eyes. Not long ago his eyes closed, the shadow of the girl appeared and he quickly opened his eyes.
”I'm not going Bibah, when do you want to tell me. We send messages, to ask about news and circumstances. Or indeed you have forgotten everything, and consider it really over. If it's true, can't you respect me as a Gus. It's not like you love me as a Wafi. Yes Allah, I am confused.” Wafi lowered his head in lethargy, massaging his nose occasionally, he again stood firmly. Putting both hands in her pants pocket, her eyes water. He just wants to be with the girl he likes and loves, as a teenager. Wafi never served the girls who teased him, to make him a girlfriend. His youth was spent working, working and working. No one could catch his attention, avert his eyes except Shafiyah, whose face he did not know what he looked like. If not his soul mate he resigned, but he wanted to be given the strength to forget it. Forgetting all the wishful thinking he had built up, which was now crumbling and falling apart.
On the other hand, the Eagle is approached on female employees. To ask who the man the Eagle had brought, was even taken to the CEO's room. Which usually only entered Elena secretary Noah, Eagle and office boy trust.
”Eagle, who was it?” Ask a short-haired woman.
”That's his late grandson Mr. Berhan, he's the boss of us all starting today. Not yet introduced, because it's sudden. Ask the others to gather in the hall immediately" the Eagle replied and gave the order. Everyone nodded and the Eagle left again.
”Still young yes," said a slim, sexy, beautiful and waist-haired woman. Cindy.
”Iya yes, very handsome. Mr Muzammil, Mr Wafi, what do you call it?”
”That's Gus Mu, the ex-convict. You should protest to Mr. Noah, why can our branch company be taken care of by ex-convicts.” The chimpanzee of a man was a man of flabby body, with plump cheeks and his gaze showing that he did not like the presence of Gus Mu.
”Not be so heh, we must be polite,” said the grizzled woman, Ina.
”Ah is a basic woman, whose good looking is always in defense," said the skinny man, Izal.
”Yes good looking, not like you, bad looking, bad attitude." Maki Cindy flicked her hair, then grabbed Ina's arm and took her away. Izal snorted bitterly and gossiped with the male employees who did not like Wafi.
All the employees gathered in the Hall. Wafi was still sitting next to the Eagle, he was uncomfortable with the gazes of the female employees. The women whispered about the man's good looks and aura, and many also knew the case that ensnared the man, not entirely in error, the desperate and solemn circumstances were the main reason.
”Please Mr. Wafi." An exclaimed one woman, holding the mic and Wafi nodded. He got up and stepped so firmly, then went up onto the wide stage with a wall that showed a big screen. Wafi held the mic and all the women smiled towards him.
”Assalamualaikum warahmatulli wabarakatuh...!!" Wafi cried out loud.
”Wa'alaikumus Salaam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh." Answer the muslims.
”Include me Wafi Muzammil, I was assigned to lead this branch company. Honestly, I'm groggy now..." Wafi rubbed the sweat on his forehead and everyone laughed, whereas Wafi was not funny, she was just too honest." I studied civil engineering, this is very far from the company we are working for. I do not have much experience working, I beg for cooperation and help. Thank you," she said succinctly and Cindy raised her head, Wafi was silent and glanced at him at a glance.
”Si Cindy shyly," grumbled another female employee.
”Yes, can I help you?" ask Wafi.
”What father's age? let us get to know more closely, Mr. Hehe. One more time, married not yet?” said Cindy and Wafi scratching his temple. The eagle shook his head and looked at Cindy sharply.
”Oke, I will answer. We can be close, yes, but there must be limits. Not because I am the CEO here, but I hope for female employees to keep a distance with me. Because we are not mahram, do not flirt too, because it can interfere with professionalism in work, I do not want any bad events to the company. My full name is Muhammad Wafi Muzammil Ali Majdi, free to call me anything, my age is three months away at 28 years old. I'm still on my own now, but I already have a future wife, we'll be getting married soon. Please pray, thank you. So from me, wassalamu'alaikum..”.
”Yaaaah....!" Excited employees who are single, they are disappointed especially Cindy who asked questions.
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In the afternoon, Wafi came home with a crumpled face, tired and tired. Plus the encouragement is gone. Wafi immediately took a shower, and rushed to the mosque. After the magrib prayer, he went to the male santri dormitory, because there were some stubborn santri. No pickets, no memorization and skipping school. In his hand, the black colored marker clasped.
”Why not picket?” asked Wafi so firmly, while brandishing the marker that the lid has been opened.
"Hose Gus,” replied santri while cupping her cheeks, not wanting her cheeks in a scribble.
Srett!!! Wafi gripped the santri's forehead and the other santri laughed. Wafi passed away and rebuked the other santri.
”School, school is important. Why truant? if the reason you overslept again, later in the future you do not have much to ask why your life is difficult, school is males." Grutu Wafi while crossing his cheeks and forehead, the santri just chuckled and promised not to repeat his mistake.
When he finished, Wafi left. Hurrying to the house, which was blocked by the plaid, stocky and sexy belly clothes that he kept wiping, he felt hungry at this time. Want to go home, eat and rest. Raihanah felt there was an opportunity to talk, she approached with data Romlah.
”Umi have eaten yet?” ask Wafi.
”Udah earlier,” replied Raihanah while sitting slowly. Wafi glanced at the brown envelope in his uminya hand at a glance, he already knew what it contained, plus his umya face that beamed.” Her sister Aidan.” Raihanah put the envelope on the table, in front of her son's plate.
”Oh,” just the reaction Wafi.” I don't want to,” back.
”Look first, beautiful a, her age is also young, well, in the veil too. That's what you want.”
”Yes, but comfort can not be equated with umi. If we are comfortable with one person, there can be no second person let alone third.” Wafi smiled and Raihanah glared. Bugs! Raihanah hit that son's shoulder." Ow!" wafi screamed with a laugh.
”Strouble anyway you a, which deketin a lot, still just the same ngarep that is obviously difficult to reach.”
”Iya mi, Shafiyah also now away from me, do not want to fight again with me. After Imi asked him to keep me away, umi was satisfied? umi happy now? umi also knows, happy Umi is happy me too. But this time, umi's happiness is a misery to me. Umi calm down, I'm not angry. How can I be angry with Umi, I even thank you. Because umi's affection is so extraordinary, thank you for struggling to raise me, Niyyah and Bayyin up like this, thank you for being the best mother figure to treat our longing for Abi. But please, just this time. Do'ain me yes, so that I can be happy with the source of my happiness,” said Wafi with a hoarse voice, vibrating and at the end of his voice so soft. Raihanah was silent, devastated and slashed at her son's words.
”Mumu," said Raihanah, she gently stroked her son's hair. Wafi let and went back to finishing his meal. Raihanah looked at her son closely, it could have been that his son was angry with her. But apparently, his son still put himself first, and Shafiyah who refused to stay away, suddenly obeyed his words. There is a guilt looming over Raihanah at the moment, she will not force. And hopefully Aidan understands, and can convey Wafi's rejection well so that Romlah is not hurt.
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The cosmetic shop.
A girl was married and chose the usual skincare and cosmetics in her left hand hanging a basket of red color, she put the items she chose there. He is Shafiyah, trying to drive away the misery of longing by busying himself. The employees of her mother's cosmetics store noticed that her daughter Sara rarely came here. They were busy watching the girl from head to toe, so perfectly covered but still looking dazzling.
”Teh sorry, this serum is there a size of 30 grams?" shafiyah told an employee.
”Lapse of neng,” replied the woman and Shafiyah nodded.
”What's really her son Miss Sara?” said a fat woman to another employee.
"Fear wrong, just me." He said, folding both hands on his chest, and then looking back at Shafiyah. After Shafiyah finished, she approached the cashier.
”Teh, please pack yes," pinta Shafiyah.
”Sorry tea, is there any evidence that your son really is Miss Sara?" ask the employee. Shafiyah was speechless, where she did not carry much cash, her ATM card was left in another bag.” Please cooperate," said the woman again.
With a whimper, Shafiyah pulled out her phone, revealing the contents of the conversation she and her mother had. There it was clearly visible, Shafiyah asked for permission to come to the store and Sara gave her permission.
”I called Bu Sara first," said the woman still in disbelief.
”Asstaghfirullah hal adzim, mending no need. Thank you!" shafiyah said so clean, she was mumbling plus the woman as if accusing her.
”Neng Fiyah wait a minute, here cepet. Take her make up!" shouted a woman in a different uniform, black and she was the manager of the store. He knew Shafiyah and was doubtful of other employees.
Shafiyah did not want to, and stepped away from the store. The woman was terrified, seeing the manager looking at her annoyed.
While outside the mall, Shafiyah raised a call from Rosa. Rosa and the others were already waiting for Shafiyah, to talk about the task and eat together at a restaurant.
”Assalamu'alaikum Ros?”
”Wa'alaikumus Salaam, where are you? hayu atuh cepetan. I'm the same one waiting in front of the restaurant. You wouldn't go in if you weren't together."
”Yes, it's me again at the mall. In about 10 minutes until, it's close. Yes, it was assalamu'alaikum."
”Wa'alaikumus Salaam.” Answer Rosa and disconnect the call.
Shafiyah went to the restaurant using angkot, arriving there. His friends were relieved that he had come, Shafiyah had always dodged, she grew quieter after her relationship with Wafi failed.
”Come, I've ordered a table." Nur and Shafiyah said.
In the restaurant, the atmosphere was very crowded. There were no empty tables, everything was full and the atmosphere was very noisy, disguising the sound of the band's vocalists on that small stage. A man in a maroon-colored shirt, and black pants. The usual hair covered with peci was now clearly plastered, a little messy and he was quick to tidy it up, rubbing his thick hair back, with his sharp eyes that continued to pay attention to a veiled girl. Wafi was there, in the same place. He is tormented with longing, and fate brings the girl into his sight. Mail who saw Wafi was silent, stopped laughing and his gaze turned weak looking at someone.
Mail turned his head, wanting to see who Wafi was watching. He squinted his eyes as he looked at the veiled girl, with her black robe, Army veil and veil in black.
”Mu,," said Mail whispering.
”Iya, that's it," replied Wafi and Mail could not at all distinguish where Shafiyah was, because there were two friends Shafiyah who also made a veil.
Shafiyah lowered her head, and following the footsteps of her friends, she walked at the very back. Sit down, followed by all. Shafiyah put down her bag and she turned her head towards someone she realized was watching her.
The deg! His heart was racing, he lowered his head quickly as his gaze with Wafi's gaze met.
”Yes Allah, why should Fiyah meet again same a Wafi.” The girl muttered and Wafi clearly saw Shafiyah nervous.
Rosa nudged Nur's arm, and Nur only realized there was Gus Mu there too. Nur put his hands together, and Wafi did too.
" Assalamualaikum Gus" said Nur.
” Wa'alaikumus Salaam, out of where? rame-rames." Reply Wafi, the girls table is next to the table where Wafi and his friends are.
”From the campus directly here, want to eat hehe," replied Nur and Wafi nodded.
”Luck off, let's just say I don't exist," said Wafi and Nur and others nodding their heads, but not with Shafiyah.
”Mu, know me the same girl who kept it dong." Bisik Rangga's.
”You want me to check or want me to throw in the crocodile cage?" wafi asked ketus and his gaze was so sharp.
”That's pissed him oon." Seru Mail while yelling Rangga and Rangga's head jerked. Wafi was angry.
”Anyone wants to request a song? please don't hesitate.” Exciting the vocalist and all the resto visitors turned their heads as Wafi raised his hand, Shafiyah kept her head down and her friends were now staring at her.
”Gus wants to request a song, make Shafiyah definitely hihihi," whispered Rosa and nur giggling. Shafiyah was silent and pretended not to care.
”You need to request a song what bang?" ask vocalis.
Wafi stood up and stepped closer to the stage. Wafi and close his lips to the side of the vocalist's ear.
”Oh friends, so this one wants to bring a song he said. Applause first dong!” exclaimed the MCs and everyone applauded, many visitors of girls the same age as Shafiyah were so enthusiastic, setting up a camera to record Wafi. Shafiyah snorted as if she saw it.
"Who's the song for a? for someone dear, huh?" god vocalis and Wafi glanced at Shafiyah.
”Iya," Wafi briefly replied.
”The person must be here huh?"
"Yes there," said Wafi and Shafiyah clutching her gamis.
”A Waffle ... Please, don't be ashamed!!" muttered Shafiyah frustrated.
”Which one?" exclaimed Vocalis so curious and other entrepreneurs as well.
”No, I can't tell you which one. Anyway he's here, again diem. He's really shy about it" Wafi said, holding the mic and everyone chuckled. Shafiyah let out a rough breath and only resigned herself that she could do now.
”Well very dear, anyway this is the teteh his lucky pisan. Want to sing with her. Mango, please." Vocalis invites, quite his throat can rest. Wafi borrowed a guitar, he sat on a chair, and in front of him a mic stored in a buffer.
”For my future wife, who initials S. This song is for you, representing my feelings and desires. Hope our relationship is better and I'm sorry. Please take care of her heart, that's where I stop by. I won't name you, which one you are. Enough I know and let me see you here,” said Wafi. With such a shady look in his eyes, he glanced at the glance of Shafiyah who continued to look down. Shafiyah was very shy, but also happy. Nur continued to nudge the girl's arm and Shafiyah remained down.
The sound of guitar passages began to be heard, Wafi felt his voice would be false at this time. She's nervous.
”Then gus, someone please take me away!!!" screams Shafiyah in heart.
”I won't let you, though,
Other people steal your heart.”
Wafi started, her voice was so melodious and made Shafiyah turn her head towards him. Wafi lowered his head and Shafiyah turned.
”Too,,, beautiful yourself to leave behind....Oooo.”
So sincere was the man singing, expressing joy and a confession to the girl he did not yet have, may it be a prayer.
”I feel calm,,,, when you smile.”
Wafi smiled, she could not help her smile when she saw Shafiyah was agitated by her actions.
”I won't let it go, this taste disappears..”.
The songs kept coming from the man's lips. Shafiyah started to calm down, listened well and pretended to play hape. Which girl does not blush, is treated like that by a man. Wafi was puzzled as to how to tell, if he still wished much to Shafiyah. Not that he was pushy, his memory was getting stronger, not fading. And he can't do anything.