FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 104 "Two Letters"
"Agreed." Hurried knitted. "That-tu-ju shit. But, a bit of a veteran if you are a ndalem servant. But, I am grateful to have gotten sixteen juz. O Allah, but no one has mutqin eeek." Lips pouting.
"Ufi's mother ngaji you've been good weigh me."
"Because you haven't deposited to Ummik. Try if you deposit, Ma'am."
"No mantep. Want another drop first."
"Impressed if deposited add gereget. Cobain to."
"That rub?"
"Sumpil, bye. God willing is how I feel, Ma'am. Come lo! Let me have a temene. More excited if anyone wants to race. Fastabiqul khairat Ma'am Iz. Race in kindness."
"Mantepin heart first, Ma'am. Thanks for giving me the spirit."
"Yes are the same." She smiles. "On Gus Yazeed my advice was that. Before you go out with your husband, fight for yourself first. It is also difficult to dream. It is as if we give ourselves a chance to achieve it. If given success, it means our efforts and God's destiny are in line. I pray you soon find steadiness, yes. You doain I have a proposal. I want to know how I feel."
"If it fits right, Ma'am? Your memorization is still half."
"It's more, Ma'am. But don't ask me anything. The rest is ruined."
"Well."
"Kok wah? Don't be revealed. Not to be admired. I want something to forget. That's who dikas gamis from whom, Ma'am Iz?"
"Mmmm..." I grimaced.
"Gus Fakhar must be. Really?"
I bite my lips.
"Oh Allah, that's piye if Ummik knows. Gus Fakhar is like there's nothing like you. Gus told you how to give it to you?"
"Gift I mijitin Ummik."
"That's a dreadlocks, mah."
"Lha how, Ma'am. I am also confused about. It's also good with me. Seriously, if I can resist, I refuse. At first I wanted him to give it to Ning Ulya. But, he even said Ning Ulya bought three sarongs."
"Oh my God, what drama is there here? Ma'am, I'm gemes with you. Gemes. Rub Gus also likes you. Walahs. Haduh huh." Ufi ma'am suddenly splash himself. I'm honestly ashamed I wasn't playing. I never wanted this.
"Mak Ufi, no longer need to discuss it, yes. Refuse me. Don't let Miss Nyai know that I am given a robe, yes, Ma'am. Request help. I don't want Miss Nyai duko (angry) or how to feel. Moreover, Ning Ulya must be jealous."
"Bu Nyai if angry tuh diem. Original so. I've been found (scolded)."
"Because?"
"When it was about me ironing the shirt, the shirt was hollow. First it was Nyai's dress. Just because I was scared, I didn't say. Nyai knew first. Abis scolded, I repeated again. O Allah, how perforated is Kiai's clothes purchased by Umrah. So, now if the special clothes that Bu Nyai automatically never asked iron or purify. Didiemin same day as Nyai Ma, it feels like my world has been turned upside down. I want to go back to eee."
"Oh, how are you going, Ma'am?"
"Yes, don't let Ummik know. Don't wear clothes here. But, ummik does not know yet, yes?"
"Yet. If he knows, you're sitting down, Ms. Iz."
"I can't bear the gift of Gus Fakhar. That's right, yeah, the youth."
"Hw.uh. He is very dear to her. But, unfortunately to Mbak Ulya, Gususah still cuek it. He said it was endless to talk about it again."
"Oh, yes wis (dah)."
Miss nyai knock on the door. I tiptoed open it.
"Snap?"
"Letter, Nduk."
"What letter, Miss Nyai?"
"Duko. Sampeyan bukak. Iha sampeyan opo also sent me a letter nggene Ibu?"
Translated: (Do not know. You open it yourself. Did you send a letter to Mom?)
"Already, Nyai Ma'am. The letter just arrived."
"Sir, kae kok teng kamare sampeyan bag?"
Translated: (Nduk, is that bag in your room?)
"Oh," my inner.
"Enggeh, Miss Nyai."
Mom just shut up for a second. Back to staring at the bag that contained the gamis. Looks like thinking something. My mom's expression spurred my heart.
"Yes already, Nduk."
That's where I think. The silence of ma nyai has what it means.
"What's wrong?"
"There's another letter."
"Continue?"
"Bu Nyai nanyain that bag, Ma'am. But, Miss Nyai diem. I have to how is this?"
"Udah. Let's just wait for today. How Ummik's attitude toward you. Different or not. Who's that letter from?"
I'm shaking.
"Open the letter!"
Door shut.
I was surprised that the one who sent the letter was Mr. Nizam. Wh-wh-what for? I read a typical opening sentence, greetings with good Arabic writing. It's a long enough.
السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته
Fizah, the more I get here I think. Despite all your background I don't know yet, I'm sorry. Really sorry. I also want to ask what really happened? Why did you come out of there at that time? Everyone in my village knows that there is a forbidden place for women. Did I misunderstand? What the hell's going on? I admit to being wrong. I sent a letter. I think this is a matter you are very much privy to. But, to me? I'm asking for an explanation. If not all of them, explain the chronology in short, Zah. I'm a tabayyun every night. This has nothing to do with me asking you to rethink my proposal. If there is a man for you who is more worthy to deliver you to your ideals and happiness, and does not disappoint me, I am okay. I just want to know. I saw you close to Gus Fakhar. At first glance, you have chemistry. I saw it for myself when you guys were cooking together. Reply to the letter, yes. I'll wait right away.
و السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته
"This is how mukane gets more serious? More serious than that? From who, anyway?"
"Sir Nizam" I answered honestly.
"Well, whoa. Lecturer sir I nanyain ndak, Ma'am?"
I'm shaking.
"Why are you sad? Why lo?"
"No, Ma'am. Go to the kitchen."
I got rid of the bag. I keep it under the bed. Then I put the letter in my wallet.
Ufi looked at me questioningly and probed.
"Sir Lecturer nanyain a proposal?"
"No. Not talking about it at all."
"Sir, is there any chance that you said yesterday?"
"Which one?"
"I'm the second kloter." He showed teeth.
"I don't know either. You just pray, yeah, Miss Fi."
"But, I'm not ngayal, right, Ma'am? How do you think?"
"Everybody has the right to dream. Whatever it is."
"I love the quotes." He laughed crisply.
How are you doing njengan? Healthy? Two days not up. Maafken.. 😁🙏 Because yesterday it was written ndak can be a lot so up important first. Hehe. Thank you always for your positive comments and good prejudices. May you return the kindness. I am up 3 eps. Bantuin Fizah out of his turmoil dong, Mak2 tertintrong.. 🤭 Mak2 if berqola-qola, it is powerful. 💋💋💋🌷🌷🌷🌷