The Tears Of Wedding
Chapter 33 Recall the sins of the past

The atmosphere of the road is quite quiet, the morning is the time when the residents go to the fields. Me and Guntur heading to the pesantren. A pesantren adjacent to the mosque. Salafist pesantren who was raised by Gus Damar and Bu Nyai Ayu or we usually call Umi Ayu.

We have arrived in front of the courtyard which is still covered with grass. Even the red earth will be attached to our sandals because of the rain last night, the boarding school which only has one building with 6 rooms. The building was built in mutual support by residents, and the funds were also donations from residents as well as money belonging to Gus Damar and Umi Ayu. We say hello, sayup-sayup heard girls read the Quran. Seems to be deposit time.

Umi Ayu came out from inside and greeted us. As I sat down with Guntur, Kyai Damar came out from the inside. I sat in the corner of the room while Mas Guntur sat at the end close to Gus Damar.

"Pirpun kabare? " Task Gus Furqon.

"Thank God sae, Yai...." Answer the Thunder.

In terms of age maybe we can be 25 years. Naturally, if from the story of Umi Laila that Umi Ayu is his first santri.

"Mi, puniki wonten is being entrusted to Umi Laila. Wingi kulo dugi dhateng piyambakipun residence, lan puniki mligi stalkedipaken piyambakipun kangge Umi." I said, handing over one white plastic.

{Umi, this is a deposit from Umi Laila. Yesterday I visited his residence, and this specifically entrusted him to Umi.}

Umi Siti received the plastic. He opened the plastic a little. Umi Siti seems to be wondering why I can go to Kali Bening.

"Near her house with Kali Bening?" Ask Umi Ayu.

"Kulo alumni Kali Bening, Mi." Say it slowly.

The two netra Umi Ayu looked sparkling. He even nodded towards me. He rubbed my arm, for some reason I seemed to see the figure of Umi Laila on Umi Ayu.

"We sami-sami alumni kali clear nanging mboten ngertos. whereas sampun lami depang, kulo mboten nyana bbak sekar alumni Kali Bening. kulo PANGALIH mbak Sekar setunggal hut sami kang Guntur. " Umi Ayu full haru.

{Masyaallah.. we are both alumni of clear Kali but do not know... whereas I have known for a long time, I did not expect if Mbak Sekar alumni Kali Bening. I think Mbak Sekar one cottage with Kang Guntur. }

"Snggih Umi, kulo ugi nembe ngertos menawi panjenenengan alumninipun Kali Bening even santri pertami Umi Laila." Answer me politely.

{I also just found out that you are Kali Bening alumni even the first santri Umi Laila}

Umi Ayu patted the back of my hand.

"Gadhah artos guru ingkang asring njenengan sebataken beriko Umi Laila... " Task Umi Ayu.

{Means the teacher who often mentioned it Umi Laila?}

"Mc Boten, Umi Siti. Kula dados abdi ndalemipun umi siti." Answer me. Inexplicably sitting at close range like this sast I know he santri beloved Umi Laila makes me dag dig dug. There's a feeling of ndredek.

{Not Mi, His Wife Gus Furqon. I became the ndalem of Umi Siti several years.}

"Thank God we can gather here. I was comfortable, ever wanted to ask Mbak Sekar. But ndila forgot to keep." Umi Ayu.

I admit that indeed every activity and every event in the cottage and mosque, I often help in the pawon or kitchen rather than welcoming guests. Just like Umi Ayu, she did too. Unless there is a cleric who is a filler to bring his wife then Umi Ayu will definitely accompany his guests.

We also talked about the issue of studies that will be held in the next few months. Mas Guntur also responded to what became a complaint Umi Ayu about the possibility for the first final event in the ponpes Umi Ayu, he would cook rice kebuli.

"How much would you do if you asked people to make a soup kitchen in the back. Take the same house with papa." Umi Ayu.

"Wah, menawi mnggih mboten at home rent tiyang mi. Mangke supados kulo lan jamaah rotib lingkang badhe. Glutinous kala-wingi jicke wonten singal kebon reorganized. Well sami we prepare kajeng besmi." Mas Guntur seems to not dare to use ordinary Javanese. Because we santri in Java are used to using the language of Java Smooth if the Sumatran say.

"Well, don't worry, ngerepotin Jama'ah.... " Said Gus Damar.

"Mboten Yi, Njenengan has been busy teaching. Lah we can this is like this Yai, if asked to teach." Mas Guntur.

Gus Damar laughed at Mas Guntur's words.

"Ah, you've always humbled Kang. Gus Ali is famous for his intelligence." Gus Damar.

My smile was bitter when I remembered how he asked Guntur for polygamy and even divorced me when I was lacking. Ah, I remember the discussion of the book of Ayuhal Walad where there explained the conditions of teachers who deserve to be teachers. Because people who seek the right path must have a teacher, must not study in obscurity. As for some of the conditions that must be ngalim, but not everyone is worthy of being a teacher. Where the teacher is a figure who can become naiban li Rosululilah. Where to become a teacher can be seen from whether he likes the world or position.

I don't know why I saw Gus Damar and Umi Ayu have the criteria of people turning away from the world. This couple is not busy chasing positions. Because several times I often get Umi Ayu is not busy fighting for help for their Ponpes. The sanadnya is also clear, because Umi Ayu and Gus Damar learned from the teachers that I know that to the path of the Prophet or his sanadnya. Not to mention the shodaqoh chapter, he is a married couple who loman to people who can not afford.

So since my arrival and Guntur mas to the boarding school Gus Damar, me and Guntur mas also pinned his name both every time he finished praying. After the names Umi Siti and Gus Furqon, then there are the names Umi Ayu and Gus Furqon.

"ثُمَّ إِلَى جَمِيعِ مَشَايِخِنَا وَمَشَايِخِ مَشَايِخِنَا الْاَحْيَاءِ وَالْأَمْوَاتِ"

...Specialty Kiai in our huts and schools Kyai Rohim, Kyai Furqon, Kyai Ali, Kyai Damar, Umi Siti, Umi Nina, Umi Ayu, wa ushuulihim wa furuu'ihim wa expert baytihim wa dzurriyaatihim....

Because it will connect this heart when we give Al Fatihah's reading to our teacher. That's what Gus Furqon taught us.

Because Me and Guntur are aware, this heart needs guidance from those whom God loves, namely Ulama. So at this time, the scholars who are close to us and clearly sanad his scholarship is Gus Damar and Umi Ayu. Somehow I also felt that something was implied when I was signed by Umi Laila to take care of Umi Ayu. Because at the end of our conversation yesterday, a secret that I never knew so far, I only learned from Umi Ayu as her ndalem servant. Of course it makes me understand why sometimes people do not dare to look at the two Umi Laila neutrals while cleaning in the area behind the garbage dump. At that time rumors circulated if Umi Laila did not approve of Gus Furqon's marriage with Umi Siti. Today I was privileged because I was going to join the ranks of the students who gossiped about the news.

'Innalillahi. Forgive me Mi... I used to come to the hoax news circulating... . 'My words in my heart. In the evening I begged for forgiveness through one-third of my night, because I used to think badly about Umi Laila. Understandably I'm a ndalem Umi Siti then of course I do not like Umi Laila when the news circulated. Although sometimes when with Umi Siti, Umi Laila seemed to love him very much. But at certain moments, Umi Laila's eyes were very sharp towards her daughter-in-law. I said that time.

"Hopefully I can't have a mother-in-law like Umi Laila...".

I cried sobbing. I don't know why I'm collecting pieces of mass and I'm connecting with them today.

" sir.... " Call the Thunder mas while holding my shoulder. Without me knowing it, I've been in the prayer room for almost 3 hours. I looked towards Guntur.

"What's wrong?" Ask her.

I can't tell you what I think and feel. I buried my face in his arms. Only a gentle swipe on my back made my cry even more so.

"Then you talk about Mom?" Ask Guntur again.

"Mwolf.... " Answer me slowly.

"Keep.... ?" Ask her again.

"Just remember the sins..." I said shiver.

"Yes wes, get it done...?" Ask her again.

I nodded my head.

"When you're asleep, it's night. Tomorrow we go to Arum's house." He said as his thumb wiped away the tears at the end of my eyes.