Light For Gus Mu
Chapter 79: The Leaf?
At Sara's house, the woman noticed the cake her husband had brought yesterday. It was still on the table, and her husband had eaten quite a lot. Sara is still transfixed, the shadow of her son and daughter-in-law whirling around haunting her. Shafiyah will give birth, in a matter of weeks. But the boy showed no sign of coming home, and followed him as he had before. Sara did not understand, still busy maintaining selfish and stubborn.
Sara stepped slowly, sat down and then remained silent again. He remembered the cake he had eaten with Shafiyah back then, his son said the cake from his friend, did his son lie? and the cake is from Wafi? there was a sense of disappointment that he could not express, despite making a facial expression as a representative. Slowly but surely, his outstretched hand grabbed the jar, opened the lid and put his hand in. Grab five seeds of pastry, then ready to eat them.
”Sha!!!” his screams were so frustrated, missing his only daughter he didn't admit to, he missed so much, wanting to hug and kiss his son, who either missed him or not. No matter how bad the relationship of the child and the parent, the same flesh and blood, the soul that is divided in two, will continue to link and feel longing.
”What are you doing again, baby?”
”Not kangen same mom?”
”Go home, albeit briefly.”
”Mother wants to hug you Sha,” she added last, her voice heavy and her tears can't be held anymore. Eating while crying is not good, that's what Sara is doing right now. The aunt in the house could only quietly pay attention, while continuing to wipe the dust on every display, in the closet.
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Shafiyah was preparing some strands of Koko clothes, sarong cloth, peci, turban cloth and others on the mattress. Later in the afternoon, her husband will go to a market event. Moses and Salam were also present, and were waiting for her husband to come. Shafiyah silently watched, checking again fearing less, but her husband also went home every day, but she did not want her husband to have trouble there. For the clothing problem.
”God!" call Wafi from outside the room and Shafiyah smiled. Her husband had gone home, but why not go straight into the room, usually so. Shafiyah came out and watched her husband bring something for her.
”Aa bring what? go home and say hello."
”Udah was below.”
"Tow to me not yet.”
”Iya, assalamu'alaikum beautiful."
"Wa'alaikumus Salaam handsome."
Shafiyah replied so happily, then she gently accepted her husband's helping hand, kissing the back of her husband's soft hand.
”You want chicken noodles? I brought you chicken noodles." Wafi pulled Shafiyah's arm to sit up, his wife asked yesterday, but she only bought it.
”This persuaded right? so I'm not sad you want to go?" said Shafiyah and her guess was right, making Wafi immediately laugh crisply.
”You know it turns out, yeah how. I'm confused, you did give permission, but I'm sure, you must be sad. I'll call you if you're ready, don't stay up, baby.” Wafi said while stroking his wife's manyun lips." Smile dong. Don't make me think there, I don't focus later.”
”Iya," said Shafiyah then her sweet smile was imprinted on her face. Wafi smiled widely and then kissed his wife's lips at a glance, both of Shafiyah's eyes rounded and hit her husband's chest reflex.” Abi mah!!!” the protest was spoiled and Wafi chuckled.
”Let's eat, then get cold, special meatball chicken noodles from Habibi for his Habibah.”
”You wear sambal." Pinta Shafiyah whined.
"But not much." Timpal Wafi and Shafiyah nodded according, she dropped her chin on Wafi's shoulder and noticed Wafi preparing chicken noodles for him. Wafi only bought three packs, not knowing his two younger siblings were there too.
The two enjoy meatballs together, Shafiyah recorded the video even though she was not wearing a veil.
"Don't post!" hardik her husband.
”Ya biarin, I'll close it with emot.” Shafiyah persisted and Wafi snorted bitterly.
”Don't go! don't be recalcitrant.”
”You're handsome again, baby if not posted."
”Emang usually I'm ugly?" Wafi ketus and pout.” Bad mouth," continued ketus and Shafiyah chuckled.
”Ya no doubt, yes I did not post,” said Shafiyah relented and then Wafi stopped putting on a sour expression.
Time did not seem to pass, dusk was drowned with the darkness of the night. Who originally intended to leave in the afternoon, the three men finally decided to leave after the magrib ran out. Their wives seemed unwilling, even though the man's activities were not a playful job. But still, their wives were sad.
Arriving at a simple boarding school, the three men had just exited their respective vehicles. Wafi circulated his gaze, a lot of them coming, two-wheeled vehicles lined up in the fields just finished in the harvest, becoming an impromptu parking lot for this one Week.
”Assalamu'alaikum,” says an old man.
”Wa'alaikumus Salaam.” Answer all.
”Where to go sir? we are from Al Bidayah pesantren,” added Wafi and the man's face immediately sumringah.
”Let me drop by,” he said while going first. Wafi followed after his two brothers-in-law.
The three became the center of attention, Wafi looked down and stared at the screen hapenya occasionally, he just sent a message to his wife, giving news if he had arrived safely.
”That's Gus Mu, the ex-con,” whispered some santri from another boarding school and Moses who heard directly threw a sharp look at them. The three of them lowered their heads in fear and Wafi quickly grabbed onto Moses' shoulder.
”Don't get into trouble, we want the market, not make a mess, my status is like this, we can't ask them to shut up. Cuek aja, if it is tired, later they stop themselves,” said Wafi whispered and Moses still can not muffle his anger.
”They missed Gus!" he said and Wafi put his arms around Moses' neck to keep quiet.
”Shut! or go home?” Firmly return and finally Moses silent.” Istighfar!” musa is quiet, shy, rarely talk, but once provoked by emotion, he can be more than Wafi.
"Astaghfirullah..” Moses eventually continued to stand, he rubbed his chest repeatedly and preferred to bow.
All three are directed to the committee, to be taken to a place of rest and show the other place.
At home, Shafiyah was already lying down, between Bayyin and Afsheen. Both of his sisters-in-law are still playing hape as well as his. Shafiyah smiled as the incoming message from her husband appeared, she immediately pressed down and checked it.
”New to Alhamdulillah, 😉.” Fill in a message from dear Abi.
”Alhamdulillah, rest yes abi.” Reply Shafiyah.
”Iya Umi also yes, miss?" Reply to Wafi again and Shafiyah smiled.
”New also go 😏.” Reply Shafiyah while pursing her lips.
”Geulay." Maki Shafiyah without hesitation.
”Gemoy, you!" Reply Wafi even praised.
”I don't!” Reply Shafiyah denied.
”Iya!” Wafi.
”Do not play hape, yes."
”Sun first 💋.” Reply Wafi asked, the man was indeed not satisfied.
”Sih!!” shafiyah Reply.
”Petan🔈🔉🔊!”
”Mmmuah🤣🤣🤣. That's not?” Shafiyah while chuckling typing reply chat to her husband.
”Iya kal🤣. Mmmuah also, make us the same as our children, pray first before bobo, elus your stomach, if again read the prayer want bobo.” Reply Wafi, and he's the place he also chuckles to himself.
”Iya ayang.”
” Assalamu'alaikum, by bobo💞
⁇ ️my sun.”
” Wa'alaikumus Salaam abinya Utun.”
”Love you!"
”Too."
”Gift."
”Habibi.”
”Udah ah🤣 bye, met bobo." Wafi ended and he was also directly offline. Shafiyah smiled and exited the chat apk*.
Wafi gathered with the other students. The market event was so enthusiastic attended by young ustadz, and seniors as well. And Santri and Santriwati from various pesantren. Wafi keeps getting the same questions, married? what age? the question of age is sensitive, he does not answer, but for his status. He bluntly said he was married, with one of his santriwati and now his wife is pregnant.
The senior ustadz who had daughters could only nod sadly, hearing the man's words. What they just found out, it turns out the descendants of Majdi.
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Today, the weather was clear, the sun was getting so high that it was dashing, however, overcast on the face of a woman who was sitting with her parents, while across the table. A 35-year-old man, a widower, was looking down shyly at Sabilla.
”Nak Sabilla is quiet yes Bu,” added the man's mother to Fahira.
"Hehe yes, please be advised yes Ma'am," Fahira replied and the woman nodded.
”Nak Sabilla, how is it? what mother's son, Fatah handsome?” said the mother and Sabilla gasped. What should he answer? there was no way he would declare ugly and more handsome Wafi, it couldn't be like that.
”Emmm Mom, my son will not dare to praise son Fatah. Son Fatah handsome, my judgment and my son in sha Allah the same,” replied Fahira representing his daughter. Sabilla's two eyes were rounded, she turned her head and looked at her mother fixedly. His mother's answer even made it more and more cornered.
”Alhamdulillah," added her mother Fatah while continuing to smile and Sabilla gripped firmly at the tip of her veil.
After the conversation was over, Fatah and her mother left. Sabilla immediately got up from her seat and went to the second floor.
”Sabilla!" call Fahira but his son does not answer or look. Fahira knew Sabilla did not like Fatah, as much and as handsome as any man she chose, it was very difficult because Sabilla targeted Wafi a long time ago. Which he likes and loves.
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Today, Shafiyah did the USG back. For the second time, Wafi silently watched on the screen her baby moves so actively, then she smiled sweetly.
”Alhamdulillah.” Wafi muttered gratefully and Shafiyah also noticed the screen, looking at the two babies inside her womb.
”Is there a doctor problem?” shafiyah asked worriedly, the doctor smiled widely and he pulled the blanket to get Shafiyah to tidy up her clothes again.
” Thank God you are healthy, do not think much, multiply drinking. Are there any complaints?" said the doctor and Shafiyah felt relieved, especially her husband.
”It's just hard to sleep doctor,” added Shafiyah.
”Iya, in the current gestational age does affect the resting position, look for the most comfortable position yes. If the night is less sleep, try not to be too tired if you can rest,” said the doctor and Shafiyah nodded in understanding.
When it was over, the examination paid the cost, the two walked away from the hospital. Wafi was so happy that he continued to embrace his wife's waist.
Shafiyah smiled wryly and from a distance Sara noticed. When responded to Shafiyah appears to have difficulty seeing the stairs and fear of falling.
Wafi held her and Shafiyah hit her chest.
”Too!” firmly that woman.
”Witwiv!!!" Kang parking whistling. Saw both.
”From a fall," said Wafi with a smile and lowered his wife slowly. Shafiyah lowered her head in embarrassment and the two stepped back.
”Your pregnancy is already big neng,” lirih Sara said.
Shafiyah got into the car slowly, and Wafi closed the door. Wafi turned her head and looking at her mother-in-law's car, she turned her gaze, in the other direction so that Sara would not notice.
”Bu, I know dear mother Shafiyah and future granddaughter mother, want to see when from a distance? if mom comes closer, hugs Shafiyah and hugs me can also be Bu.” Wafi Gumam. Slowly but surely, her mother-in-law began to melt, over all her prayers and treatment to Shafiyah. Wafi does not want to be separated from his wife, he will maintain although complicated and difficult. He will continue to fight for happiness, even though he is struggling.