
POP Gus hafidz
'de you where the hell, ko wa Abang not in bales. ummah too, Babah also on where from just telephon in no one's ankat' I increasingly can not calm down, Babah also on where from earlier telephon in no one, because almost an hour more there is still no reply or telephone back from Indonesia.
"bang, what else is thought? wh why? did Atuk and Wawa not pick up Brother's phone from earlier?" asked Arif who was starting to be curious to see my disturbing behavior
"iya Rif, unusual old rich gini
reply" I stood up to take a drink of water and kept my phone on the chair.
derrrtt,,,, uh,,,
derrrt,,, uh,,,
I saw my phone vibrate, without thinking I immediately picked up the phone in a hurry.
"assalamualaikum umma"
"waalaikumsalam wr wb, this is ane fidz not your umma" replied someone over there
"astaghfirullah, Affedersin (sorry)! ana Kira was from Indonesia" I rubbed my face gently, trying to regulate this disturbing feeling for no reason
"why? again kangen Indonesia yah?"
"well, that's it, what's the matter with your phone on vacation?"
"this you know, earlier Osman nanyain you why today did not Dateng to the mosque for talaqi?"
"astaghfirullah,, unuttum (i forgot)! is she Osman still there or has she returned to her house?"
"he had come home, but his rich is not to his home.was said he wanted to go elsewhere there needs to be talaqi today just a moment"
"alright, Bilgi icin tesekkurler (thank you for the information)! let's meet him tomorrow"
then I hung up the phone, so agitated that I forgot my schedule with sheikh Osman.masayallah, this heart is still not calm.hopefully the family in Indonesia is fine. and,,,,
*derrt
derrr*
my phone is shaking again,
{ya My dear brother, thank God we are here all okay.how is Brother there? already have a candidate?}
finally Farah replied to WA from me, without thinking I immediately contacted her to further ascertain the situation there
"assalamualaikum, where did the new ko de bales come from? it's really all right there, isn't it?" I asked him why he had just sent me a message
"waalaikumsalam, patient bang hastily so. his greetings were just answered by Farah" replied Farah there
"yes, yes Afwan. his abis long bales make Abang worried"
"tadi ade abis jama'ah prayer used to be in the mosque with Luthfi, along with Babah as well. continue that abis help Wawa cook in the kitchen so just to hold hp"
"yes bang, tomorrow will be tea Anna want dihitbah.so Ade, Babah same Lutfi nginep here"
"Alhamdulillah Abang joined his horror seneng if Anna so be coupled with Gus Fahmi"
"not the same Gus Fahmi bang, but the same gus Lukman"
"ko can do that? doesn't Anna like her the same Gus Fahmi?" ask me surprised.
Anna is my cousin from my sister Abah, we are quite close so a little I know how her life story including her love story. used to say that she really likes Gus Fahmi, which is Gus Fahmi is the son of Kyai Anshor, the owner of a fairly famous salafiyah boarding school in Garut. did not expect tomorrow he will be hitbah but not by Gus Fahmi, gus Lukman is the older brother of Gus Fahmi.
"eumm, the point is the long story.later yes if Farah has been home recently reported to Abang the details"
"have you,,, you want to talk to me if there is?"
"umma does not join bang, tomorrow he said nyulai. because today there want to be a group of ustadzah and santri princess"
"regard what? can't it be delayed?
"Farah does not know anyway, about his impromptu as well"
"oh so, yes already if that Abang want to call umma first"
"hasty hurry, Farah will want to do it first with Brother"
"what is it about?"
"about that bang,, hee, about when you want to hitbah doctor Aisyah"
"isshh, where are you talking. Aisyah's brother just no more"
"more also not papa ko bang, mismatched tofu. Big brother, pinter. Doctor Aisyah also pin,,,"
"well, Brother closed assalamualaikum" I also hung up the phone from Farah before he finished his words, because I know for sure the edges there.
that is, I and Aisyah are indeed close friends since childhood. because her father is a friend of my Abah, from their proper Tsanawiyah. if his father Aisyah majored in business, then Babah instead. he would rather take a major tafsir more deepened about religion.but they complement each other, when the cottage is still under construction, he said, his father Aisyah always first in helping us in terms of material.His father Aisyah often stopped by our cottage by bringing her since she was a child. so Aisyah and I were also close since childhood until now we are adults.
Aisyah is a cheerful, polite, beautiful and very smart girl.We often exchange opinions in many ways.but since we grew up, I kept a little distance because we were not mahrom. precisely when I accidentally found his diary, when I visited his house just deliver books about Islam in the request by his father.I found the diary lying in front of the door, I found it, maybe it fell when Aisyah was about to go somewhere. I saw there is a painting of my face, then with a little hesitation I opened it turns out the contents of the diary tells about me and Aisyah. how our life journey, our closeness, until Aisyah admits that she loves me.
I was surprised, Because all this time I only considered him nothing more than a friend. until one day I saw him reading a book while walking and accidentally hit a tree right in front of him, he stared left and right, then he pointed at the tree with his index finger with words as if the tree could be invited to talk. masyaallah, very funny. ever since then I often pay attention to him secretly. this feeling appeared to him at that time until now never changed.wait I nur, wait until I come to ask you.
"bang ko daydreaming while smiling like that" suddenly Arif patted my shoulder
"astaghfirullah,,,"
"so daydreaming of the rich who are upset, now dream of rich who are in love again so hee" hee said again
"what the fuck, not ko. ya already I want to call umma first yes. later abis bada magrib Abang anter to the bookstore"
"okay bang, don't fall asleep well watch out"
"yes no" I passed to the room leaving Arif alone in the tv room. ah, I became embarrassed myself