MU'ADZ
FIFTY-FOUR

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"It's lala popo. Ape neng endi ae." Shahla immediately glanced over the mirror spy. He clucked up at Mas Kholis. Not what. Shahla is confused about what to do after meeting them.

Should he be so familiar? as if nothing happened? or choose silence after expressing the intention to apologize to them? or how?

Shahla scratched her non-itchy head, so confused herself. His hands cooled and twisted each other.

"More. E krko ngancani me. Ojo mbok live me," he asked impressed pushy.

Khusnul cleared his throat briefly, then looked back. "You iki tumben La, a bunch of iki? The biasane ngadepi Prof. Hartono seng kereng e ra ngadubilah ae relaxed wae kok."

Shahla grunts. "Kan Bedo Nul's. Isha! be shush." His hands were folded in front of his chest. His eyes were out the car window. His mind was full of plans, whatever he had to do and say later. But again he snorted languidly, could he be like that? like what he had planned in his shadow.

"God willing I am sure, Gus Mu'adz kaliyan Ning Kiya nerimo thyself with open arms, La. But masalae siji. Are you iso ora changing the atmosphere of dadi ora getting awkward?"

"Lek jerek Mas. Shahla sek ora? let alone change the atmosphere of dadi ora awkward, njalok sepuro ae krko lek confused ra karuan, ape talk began teko endi, Shahla seng confused," said Khusnul.

"The confused grill shell means iyo terae ora nduweni niatan gawe atine adem ayem" said Mas Kholis.

Shahla was still speechless not responding to the ravings of the two of them. Right said Khusnul. To begin with he is still confused now, what to talk about, bases? or to the point? Never mind that, just meet them, he does not know what to do.

His heart was very fast, when he saw the high wall that surrounded the Darussholah pesantren.  Almost near! It has to be what? Shahla covered her face with her palm.

The engine sound was turned off, making his body weaken. "Come on!" Shahla opened her palm, putting a lethargic face on Mas Kholis. "Come, ora get a rebuttal," Mas Kholis asked again.

"Come on, even jagongan," said Khusnul from the back of the trunk, taking some souvenirs for his cousin's sister who is a santri here.

Closing her eyes, Shahla inhaled a deep breath of air, then exhaled softly. Okay fine! it reduces his nervousness. Slowly his hand opened the car door.

"Wes deck?" mas Kholis asked Khusnul who answered nods. "Yowes, let's get sowan around."

Khusnul flanked his arm, walking with a bit of force. "Peapok e ngancani I lo Nul," he asked once again to make Khusnul cluck.

Until he was in Mbah Yai Shiddiq, Shahla still looked agitated. Abi and Mommy are here. And maybe so surprised by his presence here, Mother immediately hugged him tightly.

"Monggo teng nggriyo riyen," asked Abi to Mas Kholis who was already saying goodbye. Indeed Mas Kholis alumni here, from ibtidaiyah to aliyah are in this pesantren. Boyong just went to college.

"Suggeh Gus mature suwun. Ngapunten sak derengipun, bade ngirim riyen teng radine." Hearing the rejection from Mas Kholis, made Shahla immediately glared at Mas Kholis and Khusnul. With his innocent look Khusnul ignored him.

"That means Nduk Shahla mawon ngggeh seng kenton mriki?" asked Mother who was still beside him, embracing her shoulder.

"Em-anu Bunda—" said Shahla cut off.

"Enggeh Ning, Kersane Lal— e.. Shahla teng mriki kenton. Terose wau ajenge Teng Ning Kiya." Again the words of Mas Kholis made Shahla glare until she wanted out her eyeballs. Maybe they planned this on him. Just watch it when it comes home. Shahla's emotions with her hands clenched.

With lethargy mixed resignedly, Shahla followed the embrace of her shoulder from Mother who headed to her ndalem. Fortunately Abi did not come, even if he came and sat himself, he could have difficulty breathing later. Like a suspect in court.

"Mother Nduk Shahla purun mriki maleh," said Mommy while sitting on a long sofa. Mother's hand still stroked her shoulder. But that's not the focus, but the state of the quiet ndalem. Or maybe Mas Mu'adz and Ameera are not here. I don't know, the obvious feeling is a little relieved not to see their whereabouts here.

"Riyen ngggeh Mother of leadne all mendet unjukan," said Mother who had stood up, as fast as lightning he grabbed the hand of Mother, then shook her head.

"Mother believes Nduk Shahla will, proved Nduk Shahla to be at the niki point, teng nggriiyo mriki without coercion." Mother does not know what Mas Kholis and Khusnul have done to her. Maybe this is between coercion and willingness! he doesn't know either.

Mother has passed from before him. With both hands twisted, his current self was agitated. Sitting was not calm, instead mules his stomach because he was too nervous.

"Mahla!" A soft voice called out her name, making Shahla grow her hands together. Not yet, he hasn't looked up. Because he knew whose voice had called him.

I don't know how many minutes there was silence. There was no movement at all until Mother's voice broke the silence.

"Loh! let's stretch out and even look around," said Mother. Then the sound of several feet stepped closer to him.

Until he saw a pair of smooth white feet wearing flip-flops were right in front of him. "La, Shahla!" Suddenly Ameera rested before him, making Shahla slowly look up. Seeing Ameera's eyes that have been glazed, inevitably her eyes also joined in glass.

"Sepurane La!" crying Ameera. Ameera's head rests on her knees. His tears also trickled, his hands slowly curled around Ameera's head, his face bowed to Ameera's head.

"Sepurane La, I was wrong, I was wrong. Sepurane!" isak Ameera's. Shahla nodded slowly. "My fault is Mer. Atiku koyok watu, hard. Sepurane iyo Mer, my attitude wes gawe load. Sepurane Mer," continued Shahla with a soft voice that was increasingly sobbing as well as Ameera.

"No, I was wrong. My initial teapot was honest, sepurane La. Ojo ngadoh teko I eneh iyo. I need you La," said Ameera occasionally as he pleased.

With a slow nod, Shahla's head lifted making Ameera do the same. "Sepurane La!"

Shahla nodded again, accompanied by tears, Shahla smiled. "Podo - podo iyo Mer. Wes ojo nangis ae," said Shahla, glancing down, and his hand stroked softly. "Mesakne dedek e lek thyself cry ae," he continued. Then Shahla wiped away her tears, Ameera did the same.

His hand pulled Ameera to sit next to him. Even with puffy eyes, Ameera smiled as she hugged him. Still in Ameera's arms, Shahla took her breath and exhaled softly. It feels so relieved. Even as the burden rested on him yesterday, it was now all but lost. The plan that was in his head just now suddenly disappeared without rest.

"Mase iyo njalok sepuro pisan iyo Nduk?" His eyes opened slowly, right at the net saw Mas Mu'adz in front of him. Shahla could see traces of tears there. Again his tears melted, with a smile he nodded.

Ameera took off a hug on her body. "Nduk e seng ngapunten teng Mase, teng Ameera. Sepuntene sampun childish en. Sampun ndamel teng load Mase kaleh Ameera. Sepuntene," she sighed.

Indeed from the beginning of this fault, his childish nature had unconsciously made an invisible burden on them. Already at this point in his life, hopefully this is the process of maturing him to become a self-awareness person.

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Assalamualaikum! pripun part niki?

Cocky?

Mewitch?

Relieved?

or

A kesel?