Light For Gus Mu
Chapter 87: Camputur
At one o'clock in the afternoon, the Majdi family arrived at Fahira's residence, well received. Shafiyah was still in the car, accompanied by her husband, she was sleeping, and Raihanah asked her son to let Shafiyah, who had not slept. Wafi watched his wife's eyes, which were closed. Outside, the air was so hot, his wife must have complained later.
Wafi's lips carved into a smile, her hands holding her head, she continued to pay attention to Shafiyah, who began to squirm as she constantly pinched her cheeks.
”Wake up, already bye,” said the man.
”But a minute, I'm sleepy.”
”Everyone is waiting for you, come on baby. Uwa already nanyain you continue,” said softly. His fingers now moved, stroking his wife's cheek. Both of Shafiyah's eyes opened slowly, her hands wriggled to the right-left, and almost hit Wafi's face, but Wafi held her back. Shafiyah chuckled, because she was intentional.
”Start, jahil,” said Wafi and Shafiyah smiled thinly.
”Udah until?" He looked out, then rubbed his eyes slowly.
”Iya, come down,” take her husband gently.
”Iya,” Shafiyah assented. Wafi came out first, then he opened the door for his beloved wife. Shafiyah came out slowly and lowered her head while in the spotlight.
”That's his son-in-law Bu?” ask her neighbor Fahira to Raihanah, who was chatting earlier.
”Iya,” Raihanah says yes. He noticed that Wafi's swift hand was embracing Shafiyah's waist, as the two passed by the young crowd in front of the house, who were putting up a tent, needed some help, because tomorrow had to be installed soon. Fahira was also a little disappointed, because the other tent came outside the appointed time. A simple wedding that is planned beyond everyone's expectations, given the request of the groom who is a widower who wants to hold a luxury wedding, according to his son's wishes. That's so enthusiastic, getting mom hooked.
”Shafiya!" yang Fahira enthusiastically. Then pull Shafiyah for her to hug a glance. Fahira was so happy to see Shafiyah's big belly. The first grandson of his twin brother. Shafiyah just kept smiling and Wafi smilingly watched her. "How are you?"
”Alhamdulillah, fine. How's uwa?" Shafiyah asked back.
”Uwa well, let's go in,” invite Fahira so gently.
”Fiyah want to be here, hehe.” He smiled widely. And Fahira also smiled, from inside, behind the dark colored windowpanes, a pair of eyes were watching everyone. Then stopping at Wafi, Wafi took a plastic chair for his wife to sit on, then he crouched down next to her. The pair of eyes that were watching him looked sad, looking at that unmistakable attitude of attention.
”Anda, that position I fill,” added the human, Sabilla. She still could not give up Wafi for Shafiya, her love for her own cousin, much greater, than her love for her late husband.
”Bi... Want a dry meatball,” pinta Shafiyah, while shaking her husband's shoulder, the man is still loyal next to her.
Wafi looked over, with a frown. ”Dry meatballs like what the hell is that?” he doesn't understand.
Shafiyah chuckled and stroked her husband's cheeks reflexively, then Wafi brushed him gently. Not good, if anyone saw how Shafiyah was when caressing spoiled, it was so adorable, she was not willing to be a spectacle of a few pairs of eyes.
”His meatballs doang bi, use the same soy sauce sambel, do not use vegetables or gravy,” pregnant women explain and Wafi nods her head.
”Now? Later yes,” seductive Wafi and his shoulders were shaken strongly. ”Iya, now.” He got up and Shafiyah smiled happily.
Wafi stepped away, approached the meatballs seller who was shallow from the beginning of the arrival of everything, and became the center of attention of his wife. After buying meatballs, Wafi returned, had offered others, all of them refused, because when Dzuhur prayers in the mosque, in the rest area, all eating was still full. Shafiyah enjoyed her dried meatballs, and Wafi chatted with the others.
After that, everyone went into the house. Wafi continued walking, there was no sign of friendly Sabilla welcoming everyone. His face was so sour, and he kept glancing at Wafi. Evening arrived, Shafiyah was confused where to sleep. As for the current situation, various kinds of sleeping positions are so wrong.
”Disini neng,” invite Faiza and Shafiyah just smile. He could not sleep near the wall, claustrophobic and uncomfortable.
Wafi suddenly entered and everyone turned to her. ”Honey,” call the man, he grabbed his wife's hand and Shafiyah turned her head. ”Why?”
”I'm bobo where's bi?" shafiyah.
”Shafiyah is with Mumu, the others are also half, just sleeping at uwa gih's sister's house, next door. Empty, no people, everything else is working, uwa have asked permission from yesterday,” said Ahmad and Shafiyah staring at each other with Wafi.
”Iya narrow here, there aja part,” exclaimed Hasna.
”Ya already,” another word, although awkward.
”Bring your blankets, will you bring any more?" said Wafi and Shafiyah reaching for the bottle. Wafi took over, brought a blanket and a bottle of water, and then Shafiyah's snack did not forget. Ahmad took them to his sister's house. There, Shafiyah and Wafi slept next to the sofa, asked in the room they were awkward. Wafi tilted his body and propped his head up with his right hand, his left hand stroked his wife's stomach gently, and Shafiyah tried to close her eyes a few minutes later, the pregnant woman fell asleep and Wafi continued to watch her two eyes.
”My godly wife, dear Habibah. It's not easy to mix with my family this much, but you are amazing, willing to be concerned in every situation, I'm proud dear. Bobo yeah, long trip, you keep sitting, must be tired. Abi Wafi children in his stomach umi Habibah, healthy yes son, just count the days,” said Wafi in his heart. His lips continued to smile happily, while stroking his wife's head. He glanced right-left, everything was asleep, then he kissed Shafiyah's lips blocked by the veil at a glance, Shafiyah squirmed, tilting her body until her face was stuck in the chest of the husband's field. Looking for warmth, in the body of his beloved man.
Time passed, and morning came. Everyone was busy, let alone the natives who had no time to say hello. Shafiyah was still dressed up, nothing special, she made her own and when she was ready, she left her sister Ahmad's house. In the bridal room, Sabilla was silent, letting the bride-to-be do anything to her. His two eyes nourished the tears, he endured the tightness and cries, wanting to blur it felt inappropriate, until when he wandered, in waiting for the return of love. The man he noticed, too, seemed uninterested even to just take a quick look at it.
”Wedding is indeed a heartwarming moment, will be away from parents, follow the husband, it is like a wife,” said perias bride, open the conversation, it is like a wife, to establish closeness with his clients who are very tight. Sabilla was silent, silent. ”What is it because your future husband is a widower, so you are sad?” his question is so brave.
”I also married for the second time, I am a widow,” replied Sabilla and the bride's perias gasped. He thinks his client is a virgin, a spinster.
”Emmm sorry,” said the bride was nervous and Sabilla was silent.
***
In Pesantren Al Bidayah, tension ensued, during the arrival of an old and young man to Bu nyai's house. While Bu nyai's family is not around, the two men are Noah and his son Sandy. The two sat down, after knocking on the door there was no answer. Noah was silent when he saw a man approaching, Ikhsan.
”Assalamualaikum,” says Ikhsan.
”Wa'alaikumus Salaam,” replied Noah and his son. ”Where are you? A sepie?" noah is back.
Ikhsan smiled faintly. ”Everything else goes sir, there is his son Ning Fahira's wedding, in Jakarta. Yesterday everyone left, but I think today is also home, but maybe later tonight. I have the key, let's go in sir, please,” said Ikhsan invited, he was sure Nyai's family will not be angry, anyway who came his brother.
”We wait in the apartment only, well,” invite Sandy and Noah to nod in agreement.
”We want to go to the apartment, later we come again, if everything has gone home,” added Noah and Ikhsan nodded.
Noah and his son got up, then shook hands with Ikhsan. After greeting, the two went and were picked up by the Eagle.
***
Back to the show, I'll be starting soon. Shafiyah and Wafi continued together, Shafiyah again felt pain in her stomach.
”Don't now God, later, if you've come home,” added Shafiyah and gripped her husband's knee firmly, making her husband turn and grab his hand. ”Ngilu again,” her shootout wilted.
”Tuh right,” face Wafi directly tensed. He placed his hand on Shafiyah's stomach, then stared fixedly at her. ”Go home first yuk,” take him.
"Ih time so,” said Shafiyah.
”I'm worried,” sound Wafi hoarse.
”Iya Fiyah knows, aa worries. But not home either.”
Shafiyah nodded, then leaned her head on her husband's shoulder. Wafi silently let her, she continued to pray inwardly, for the common good, it could be imagined how troublesome it would be if Shafiyah gave birth now. Wafi continued to stroke the back of his wife's soft hand.
”The reading of the holy verses of the Qur'an, by the brother of Gus Mu, the cousin of the bride-to-be, from the city of Bandung, Pesantren Al Bidayah. Please be allowed to immediately go up on stage,” said the host and Wafi turned his head. He hesitated to leave Shafiyah.
”Aa spit,” whispered his wife.
All eyes kept looking, where the whereabouts of the man the MC mentioned.
”You were stopped by another first yes,” Wafi said so softly and Shafiyah nodded. Shafiyah turned her head away, and her husband stood up. Wafi approached Fara, and whispered to accompany Shafiyah, Fara seemed tense to hear her nephew complain about what Shafiyah was feeling from yesterday.
”Let auntie temenin your wife,” Fara undertakes and Wafi feels relieved. Raihanah who sat with Faiza far enough noticed, wondering what happened, until Wafi's face looked tense.
Fara stepped up, approaching Shafiyah. Shafiyah silently watched him. ”Neng, how painful is it?” ask Fara.
”Ya pained bi, confused how to explain,” replied Shafiyah.
”Do not go anywhere, diem here with aunt,” firmly Fara and Shafiyah smiled. His arms reached Fara's grasp, so afraid he could not stay still.
Shafiyah directed her hape on stage, she recorded a video of her current husband. Likewise with everyone, especially the guests of the group of young people, they think a Gus is just an old man, it turns out there is a figure like Wafi who is amazing charm. His voice so softly entered the ear. Shafiyah smiled, feeling amazed and proud.
Suddenly Shafiyah wanted to pee and glanced at Fahira's house. Shafiyah got up, but Fara held her back.
”Where are you going neng? Don't go anywhere,” he said.
”Aibi, Fiyah wants to pee. Not strong!" screeched Shafiyah and then her arm was released.
”If you're done, come back here,” Fara and Shafiyah said nodding. Shafiyah also went into the house to complete her mission. When he finished, Shafiyah rushed to go back to her seat, but her elbow was rough and pulled. He was dragged into the room.
”Ning!” shafiyah shouted, but her voice was disguised by the voice of her husband who was still continuing his activities.
”I want to talk,” firmly Sabilla.
”Akad soon Ning, you better get ready, chat can later,” reply Shafiyah no less firm. He turned around, his hand moved to pull the doorknob, but Sabilla locked and pulled the key. ”I want out,” Shafiyah voice heavy.
”I said, I want to talk!" Sabilla was furious with Shafiyah's attitude.
”What?” shafiyah's voice weakened.
”Are you happily married with Wafi?” sabilla asked and both her eyes were watering.
”Ning ask for what? To deepen a broken heart? I can't answer this, sorry.” Shafiyah turned back, this time her elbow was completely smothered so strongly that she grimaced.
”Aaagh! Pain!” Small scream.
”You're so arrogant now, Shafiyah!” Sabilla's upset. Shafiyah snatched the key from Sabilla's hands quickly. Sabilla until the evil he made.
”I can be angry too!" she said with a glare, not wanting to buy time, her husband also sounded finished, Shafiyah opened the door, then came out while holding her pained arm. While Sabilla, could only silently sculpt, clenching her arms tightly.
Outside, Wafi frowned, seeing his aunt alone, and nowhere his wife. Suddenly someone grabbed his arm, Wafi turned his head and smiled because it was his wife, whom he was looking for and worried about.
”The voice of abi is rather hoarse, must be clean with honey,” said Shafiyah. Her husband was very busy, related to her voice.
”Iya later if you're home, I'm looking for honey same date. Neng from where?” wafi and Shafiyah were silent.
The two sit back and Fara leaves, she is hungry and chooses to eat first inside the house. Wafi clasped his wife's hand constantly and Shafiyah played her hape, Wafi peeked occasionally, but she glared as Shafiyah who was scrolling social media stopped, at a video of a handsome man, who knows, who, and somehow Shafiyah was interested in seeing him, was he less handsome? Please answer sodara sodara.
Wafi seized his wife's hape and Shafiyah panicked. "Aa asstaghfirullah, if you fall beware, change the subject!”
”This one owns who bought it? I asked who?” firmly Wafi and Shafiyah cengengesan.
”Whispering bi, diem!"
”Ngapain see this?" Shows his wife's phone screen, which is still in the video.
”Just look at a, what the fuck!" flip cynical.
”If I'm like this, can I?" tanyanya. Shafiyah's face was getting panicked. Trying to grab his hape, but Wafi raised his hand high, Shafiyah had trouble reaching him. ”By gak?”
”Yes no, balikin hape Fiyah."
”Sin you see other men's letters."
”What aura? Oh Allah, the man also wears clothes.”
”No, your brain must be traveling, the clothes are tight like this. Later I also wear this, can?” he and Shafiyah reflex shook their heads.
”Ya don't. Later everyone knows, a body of his burly Wafi begging for mercy,” praises flirtatious and Wafi sniggers.
Wafi finally lowered his hand, but did not give his wife the phone, he instead put it in his pocket.
”More handsome me or the one before?” tanyanya sewot's.
”Yes a Wafi dong."
”Continue doing at see?"
”Yang was brewokan, Fiyah just look for a moment too, already diem, if anyone is horrified, shy.”
”Later I do not shave, let brewokan,” ketus Wafi and Shafiyah chuckled, because her husband was upset with her. ”Not laugh!”
”Hihi, abi ih. Umpathized his.”
Wafi.
”Aa Wafi.”
Wafi remained silent, although Shafi'ah called him repeatedly. Shafiyah stopped and embraced her husband's arm again, trying to reach into the pocket of her husband's shirt, but continued on the edge of her husband slowly.