FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 106 "Move Room"

*Hafizah Palace

Still in full vibrating and pounding atmosphere. The long sentence that ma'am had delivered last time instantly settled into my mind. I can't forget that. My earlier guess is clearly true that Gus Fakhar secretly had a certain purpose.

"Bene mboten kedadean sing strange maneh, start mbenjing was sampeyan babuke teng santri ae room, yo, Nduk Iz. Mocking Lek Ummik needs something, until mrikio."

Translation: (So that nothing strange happens again, from tomorrow you have slept in the santri room only, yes, Nduk Iz. Later if Ummik needs something, you come here only)

"Mik, later if asked other santri-santri Iza must answer what?" ask Gus Fakhar.

"Yo sent Ummine to move rooms. Nduk Iza understands?"

"Goodbye, Miss Nyai."

"Sampeyan wis jaluk sepuro neng Mbak Ulya?"

Translation: (Have you apologized to Mbak Ulya?)

"Let me, Mik, apologize."

I said, "Nggeh, Miss Nyai. I'll apologize again." My voice is getting slower. Maluku at the end of the horn.

When Ms. Nyai Ridhaa was about to stand up, I immediately jumped from the chair, touching her hand. I rubbed the back of his hand.

"Ngapunten shang kathah, Miss Nyai." (A big apology, Miss Nyai)

I dropped my knees on the floor. Subjugate head. Before she nyai legowo for my unintentional mistake, I did not dare to stand up and look at her face.

"Ngapunten, Miss Nyai. Ngapunten."

"Za, already, Za," said Gus Fakhar who immediately stood up.

"Ummik yo mencapurane, Nduk. Bene mboten dadi. Iki nggo our lesson together."

Translated: (Ummik also apologizes, Nduk. Not to be a mind. It's a lesson together)

I don't care if I have to change rooms. But, if I remember for myself what made the decision, I am ashamed to be shadowed by my own mistakes. Nyai ma'am has a point. I shouldn't be in ndalem. And, maybe the atmosphere would be better off without me here. But, I'm not used to chatting with a lot of santri. I cannot control myself from my own prejudices. But, if it's still given a chance, I want to still choose here. I am peaceful near the ndalem family.

"Mik, Iza might still want to be here."

I heard that voice give me worry.

Ummik. Let me stay calm.

Gus Fakhar approached me. Scraping in front of me. Told me to look at him. But, I'm reluctant. I kept myself away slowly.

"Za, I'm sorry. You don't have to think Ummik. I'll apologize to Ms. Ulya. Stay positive thinking okay. Ummik is not angry. Ummik just mediates the problem. I'll talk to Ummik later let you stay here."

"No need, Gus." I finally need to be able to assert myself.

"Lz?" his call persuaded me to accept it.

I distanced myself.

"Iz, why are you a gini?"

"Gus, don't ever sulk by putting any feelings on me. I'm nothing and nobody." My tears roll down my cheeks.

*Fakharuddin Akhyar Al - Ameen

"Iz, would I be too much if on top of my inability to resist fate, I still want to give you something I want to give you?"

"Gus, go too far. Very far away, Gus," I said. I'm still down. My voice is a bit raucous.

I used to think I wouldn't have this kind of feeling for her. But, as I had more and more chances of showing concern and everything else, my heart was getting mired inward. Defeating the taste that I should have given slowly to Mbak Ulya.

However, what happened was Iza who even more distanced himself. His attitude was suddenly cold like the initial meeting.

"Never want me. Don't." Don't." He's fucked.

"What do you really think? Why don't you blame me? The only thing that came out was a ban that I didn't understand, "my inner self.

Iza. Hiding his face while running to his room. I let out a long breath.

He returns. Show something in his hand.

"You don't have to give it back. That shirt is yours, Iz."

He just put it on the floor. Then back to his room.

Ufi ma'am who usually likes to be curious hastily approached me.

"I want to say something too, Gus. Punten. Estu punten (really sorry), Gus. Ma'am Ulya actually already knows, Gus."

"Know what? The game?"

"No. No, Gus. Um. punteeeen really, ngggeh. The woman's feelings are very sensitive, Gus. Agape, Gus. Anyway I punten lo, Gus."

"Yes yes. Most say punten, what are you hungry for?" Sentences long.

"Hehehe. Mbak Ulya was jealous because he was close to Mbak Iza. She saw for herself when she cooked together."

"Yes Allaaaah..." I let out a breath.

"OK I'll finish it later. But, about the game let me alone talk. You don't have to follow, Ms. Fi."

"Enggeh, Kus. God willing I shut up."

I followed ummik in the room. Room is not locked. I stayed in even though I heard ummik was rote. I shifted the plastic chair. The ummik position is seated facing the qibla. No matter I was next to him.

"Mik?"

Ummik still silences me. I know how to melt ummik's heart.

"My great aunt." I hugged him from behind.

"Mik, I don't get dong."

Ummik was still closed by continuing to recite long verses of Al-Baqarah letter that was up to a full page. Meanwhile, I held my head on his shoulder. Fondling with beautiful ummik chants.

"Throughout the years of hearing Ummik najai, it doesn't feel bored, yes. Though, I heard it since it was still in Ummik's stomach."

The verse is not finished until the end of the glass.

"Mik, I'm sorry. Also on behalf of Iza, I ask for forgiveness. Ummik forgive me, nggeh?"

Ummik said tasdiq. Put the Koran on a pillow of two stacks.

"Ummik wis juan karo Bu Nyai Ammar will ngrekso Mbak Ulya kanthi bener. Pengarepane they iku gedhe, Ma'am Ulya digedhekne neng pesantren iki, Le."

Translation: (Ummik has promised Bu Nyai Ammar will take good care of Mbak Ulya. Big hope they were raised in this boarding school, Le)

"As his teacher, Ummik does not need to feel awkward."

"Ummik wis ngroso dadi Ibune Hotel, Fakhar. Wiwit iseh Mbak Ulya kerasan lives neng kene. Sent nyantri neng grill liyane yo ndak purun. In fact, pesantren Abah luweh gedhe lan slick. Pengene dawe neng kene. Kiai Ammar pasrah bene Mbak Ulya iso nuprih sis sing barakah lan Bu Nyai Ammar pesen bener apalane Mbak Ulya added slick."

Translation: (Ummik already feels like his mother, Fakhar. From small Mbak Ulya kerasan live here. Being told to stay somewhere far away would not. Even though the pesantren is bigger and better. He wants to be here. Kiai Ammar resigned so that Mbak Ulya get the knowledge that barakah and Bu Nyai Ammar message so that Mbak Ulya's memorization is better)

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