The Golden Voice
LIKE A BRIDE 12

"Alhamdulillaah, Neng Nuha is awake?", asked Bude Samiah to see that Noah had opened his eyes.

"Where is the Qur'an of Noah Bude?"

"The Qur'an?"

"Yes", Nuha stared with a face half her life.

"Yes.. How's this? Gus Thaha also has not returned the Qur'an. What should I say?", Inner Bude.

"Bude?"

"Well, Neng took a bath first. Take it easy, the Qur'an is usually Bude save, then Bude take it in its place", Bude said.

"All right"

While Noah was bathing, Samiah prepared a white robe outfit with a white-robed headscarf as well.

"Where is this Mr e, Neng Nuha Qur'an why has not been returned?", asked Samiah began to worry.

"Yo Wis Buk e, I didn't look for Gus Thaha first"

Samiah approached Noah and found that Noah had finished his bath. He helped her to tidy up wearing the robe she had prepared.

Mr. Roso headed for the kitchen exit and he didn't think I was coming to the kitchen either. My arrival was immediately welcomed by him.

"This is my handsome Gus" he said.

"What's the matter, Pakde?"

"Let's get this spit!"

Pakde pulled me fast to get into the kitchen. I didn't understand what he meant but I was suddenly struck by an unusual sight for me.

Noah exited the room wearing a clean white robe with a wider-than-usual veil.

As Mother said, Noah was like an angel who descended from the sky. Eh? No, he was just an angel who came out of a small but full of warmth room there. Even so, for a moment I was stunned to see it.

"Well, if the gini looks beautiful" Bude said.

"Maasyaa Allaah, my fat is topnotch!", added Pakde. It made Noah even more happy to receive that compliment.

"Ehhem!!", I immediately cleared my throat to stop all this nonsense.

"Let's! Ustadz!!", welcome Noah with pleasure.

My feelings were not good at all. I really wanted to move, but Pakde stopped me.

"Don't go first Gus!", ordered Pakde.

"Ustad! Aren't, that.. The Qur'an of Noah?", asked Noah as he approached me. I slightly jumped back one step.

"Bude, Sirde! It's the Qur'an of Noah, right?"

Bude and Pakde only replied to her with a smile and a definite nod.

I handed over the Qur'an to its owner, Noah.

"Alhamdulillaah, sukran Ustadz!"

"The spirit of this girl" I sneered in my heart.

"Wa-wayyaki", I reply briefly.

Noah sat down in the kitchen chair and placed the Qur'an on the table. Meanwhile, I still can't move. I don't know what's holding me here.

"Sir e", whispered Samiah.

"Yes Buk e?"

"Try to look around. Neng Nuha and Gus Thaha it looks good!", said Samiah giggled.

"Kayak a couple of brides", whispered Roso.

"Bag very moment. Neng Nuha wears a white robe and Gus Thaha wears white cocoa. Maximum compatibility"

"Bude Pakde's! Don't bother!", my dear.

"In fact, Neng Nuha is not big, sir? It would be suitable to be a bride. But, if you look back on the appearance of his ndesa, he became like a child"

"Yes yes Buk e"

Pakde Roso and Bude Samiah continue to be lulled with their daydreams. If I don't wake her up soon, they'll get stuck into her weird subconscious mind.

"Bude! Pakde!!", I snapped.

"Gih Gus, excuse us", reply Bude Pakde simultaneously.

"I see, the Qur'an has a padlock. It's like that?", I wonder.

"Yes Ustadz", Reply Noah humbled.

"Kalo padlocked that how do you read it?"

"This guy is pie to? Yo opened using the key to Gus Gus", sidelined Pakde Roso, pissing me off.

"Eeeeee", my feelings are getting bad.

"This is Gus Thaha's wish" Bude said as he placed a cup of warm tea on my front desk.

"Gus Thaha?", Noah wondered.

"Neng Nuha also drank yes, nih" said Bude again while putting a cup of warm tea on his desk.

"Bude, Pakde!", call Noah.

"Yes Neng?"

"Bude, Pakde. Gus.. Gus.. It's our son, isn't it Pakde? Ustadz Thaha is a Gus? Whose son?", asked Noah.

"Pie to koe nduk, yo clearly putrane Romo Kiai Ahmad Husain to nduk nduk", reply Roso.

"What?! Ro-Romo Kiai was his father Ustadz Thaha? Nuha's.. Nuha's.. Noah knew it was Pakde!!!"

"start again. This unimportant conversation I'm no longer interested in. I want to get out of here!!", cried my heart.

"Neng Nuha just found out, Gus Thaha a son of Kiai? Oohhs.. Bude remember.. It's anyway. He was anyway that Neng Nuha talked about ustadz who made Neng persimsem himself at that time?", Bude replied.

"What else is this?", my mind.

"Iya Bude, Ustadz Thaha. But, Nuha only knew that Ustadz was the son of Father Kiai", said Noah humbled while glancing over me.

"Already, Pakde. I want to say goodbye", I concluded.

"Ustad! Please teach Nuha njai!", pinta Nuha suddenly.

"What?"

"Ustad! Please teach Nuha najai!"

"You are often skipping my classes and then suddenly ask tajararin najai, where can I accept that", I reply.

"But, Ustadz!!"

"Search for Ustadz or other ustadzah only"

"Ustad!!"

"Astaghfirullaah! He looks very serious. But, I must not get carried away and become weak by it", my elak in heart.

"This Qur'an, Noah still could not open it"

"Why?"

"This Qur'an, it has been 5 years since Noah opened it, ustadz!!", he said, increasing his voice.

"And Pakde said stay opened with the key. Open it with the key, very complicated", cynical.

"The key is not there. The key doesn't exist, Ustadz!!"

"Stop yelling!"

"the food.. So, teach Nuha najai!"

"Can't"

"Ustad.."

"Sorry Bude, I want to say goodbye soon", I concluded.

"Consider Gus, Gus's gospel. Sorry about Neng Nuha njih Gus's attitude", Samiah replied.

I left them all. That incident got me more troubled. If I get involved with that girl again, I'll get more and more troubled.

"Better, I've had this meeting. I, will not remember this and repeat it again!", I said in my heart to make a decision.

I walked to the cottage of Kiai Ahmad Husain to rest there. When I started to enter, there was a man who was vaguely invisible to his face.

"Who is he?"

"Looks cool but no stranger to my memory"

"Assalamu'alaikum Gus!", a sweep that made me not realize that I had stepped foot into the "house".

"Wa-wa'alaikumussalaam wa rahatullaahi wa barakatuh", my reply was still stunned.

"Gus! Remember me?"

"Who?"

"In a moment", I still remember him.

"Mashaa Allaah! Athar?!"

"Alhamdulillaah, I remember it"

"Athar, my friend?"

"Na'am. I am grateful that we are still friends, Thaha", he replied with a smile of hospitality.