FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 107 "Defense for Fizah"

*Fakharuddin Akhyar Al - Ameen

"Snap, Mik. Fakhar tried to understand. But, is Ummik duko (angry) because I have feelings for Iza?"

"Ummik less demen, Le. Ummik ndak want to replace the Ulya Mbak milarani. Sampeyan understand to umik?"

Translated: (Ummik less like, Le. Ummik does not want to hurt Mbak Ulya. You understand, don't you, that's Ummik?)

"But, is Ummik going to keep Iza sleeping in the santri's room?"

"Lha piye maneh?" (How else do you want?)

"Iza is not wrong, Mik. He doesn't have to move rooms. I saw he objected, but I felt guilty for Ummik. Do you want to change your decision?"

"Both Ummik angry opo ndak karo Iza, but iki for the sake of maslahahe atimu, Fakhar."

Translation: (Whether Ummik is angry or not with Iza, but this is for the good of your heart, Fakhar)

Ummik sighed.

"Sampeyan mestine wis ngerti, Le. But, iseh ngebotne your feelings neng Iza. The ngono? Sampeyan needs to learn from the male who is ready to be born into the inner family leader. Press saiki."

Translation: (You certainly understand, Le. But, it's still burdensome for your feelings for Iza. Didn't he? You workers learn to be men who are ready to be born into the inner family leader. Starting from now)

"Therefore, Mik, I don't want to hasten this marriage until I'm ready to be born inward."

"But, not by paying attention to Iza like that."

"Snapjeh. Nurse."

"Ndak's bad about karo bajune. But, your intentions are lo, Le, sing dadi problems. Sepiro-piro sampeyan maringi Iza dress, lek niate sampeyan liyo, ceritane bakalan bedo maneh."

Translated: (No problem with his shirt. But, your intention is lo, Le, that's the problem. No matter how much you give Iza clothes, if your intentions are different, the story will be different again)

"Snap, Mik. Oh, my God, that's not it." I kissed ummik's cheek twice.

"Your mainstay must be ngene iki." (Surely your mainstay is like this) Ummik grumbled to see me seduce.

I laughed softly.

"Yowis sepurane yo, Le." (Yes, I'm sorry, yes, Le)

I hugged ummik once again.

"But, Iza babuke grill neng santri's room."

Translation: (But, Iza sleeps still in santri's room)

"Enggeh also (yes already) if it wants Ummik. He's already returned his shirt, Mik. Who should wear it, Mik?"

"Nopo dibalekne?" (Why returned?)

"Compose the Ummik."

"Kene bajune let Ummik sing nyimpen."

Translation: (Here the clothes let Ummik save)

"Wearing mmik?"

"Yo endak to." (Yes not)

"Terus piye yulane? Wis enek sing called the sampeyan, Fakhar?"

Translation: (How did it go? Has anyone contacted you, Fakhar?)

"Not yet, Mik. Mik, said Mbak Ufi, Iza also has the same birthmark. Are you guys on a DNA test?"

"Yo kenek, Le. But, Iza opo purun?"

Translated: (Yes, Le. But, Iza what do you want?)

"Yesterday it was just like his hand was sliced by a knife, I thought of a DNA test secretly. But, I doubt it, Mik."

"Yo Iza kudu, Le. Akade kudu podo. Ummik ndak purun lek sijine ndak lilo."

Translation: (Yes Iza should rida, Le. His will must be equally sincere. Ummik does not want if one of them is not sincere)

"But, not anytime soon, yeah, Mik."

"Now. Keep trying. Ummik confidence tetep podo (same). Precisely lately iki Ummik kok ngroso (feel) more confident."

"Surely Tsaniya's Deck will soon be with us?"

Translated: (Yes, Le. You're right, Le. Your marriage is waiting for Tsaniya to be found)

I'm glad to hear that. There is still time to prepare my heart. Learn to love a woman I can't love.

*Hafizah Palace

"Sir, are you really moving rooms? I don't have a chat, Ya Allaaah."

"Bu Nyai asked her to do so, Ma'am."

"O Allah, you can also lo Gus Fakhar desperate to give you something even though it already has Mbak Ulya. Poor Sister Ulya also if you know piye (how)?"

"But, this news is not leaked to the students, right?"

"Ndn't know me. Kayane couldn't possibly have leaked. Except for Ma'am Ulya story to santri-santri."

"I'm worried that santri-santri's sidekick knows. It's really not good, ma'am, move rooms in this situation."

"Take a. As if you were the cause, Mother."

"Yes I know what Miss Nyai means. I'm also wrong why I accepted the game yesterday."

Ufi Ma'am whispered, "What's more wrong is Gus. I'm surprised you know you're sitting down. My guess from the beginning is real, ma'am. His attitude was strange. Different from usual. You are koyok (rich) special for Gusah. Subhanallah. What riot, anyway, this."

"Sir, anterin me to the muraqibah room, yes. But, you told me that I wanted to move rooms."

"OK, Ma'am Iz. I'll wear the hijab first."

I've packed my things. Although only different places, I am still in this boarding school, my heart still burdensome disappointment ma'am nyai to me. I'm sorry if my mom hasn't forgiven me. I also have to try to talk to a lot of people. I can't imagine how many times I'll lie to everyone.

"Santri-santri is usually on kepo, Ma'am. Don't be surprised, yo. Answer it as soon as." Ufi Ma'am blew the end of her veil that was still not neat.

"That's exactly what I'm worried about, Ma'am Fi. If you knew the truth, would you still care about me, "my inner being. Back to the attitude of Mr. Nizam. Sometimes I want to cry. Seeking self-defense for my incompetence. However, I was again reminded of the magnitude of the test that comes according to the level of one's faith.

"Yeah!"

I brought my bag.

Along with my step out of the room, the door of Ms. Nyai Ridhaa's room was opened. Gus Fakhar and bu nyai get out of there.

"Sungkem, gih!" tell Mbak Ufi.

I'm putting my bag. I approached nyai slowly. He was holding the bag earlier. I have not bowed to him, he shows what is in the rankings. He told me to take it. I stupefied.

"Ndak opo-opo, yes. Iki whiskey dadi hailie sampeyan. Sampeyan mboten need mangsulne goods sing wis diparingne."

Translation: (It's okay, Za. This is your right. You do not need to return the items that have been given)

"Bu Nyai, please smile. It'll make me relieved, "my inner self.

"Father, Nduk." (This, Nduk)

"Enggeh." I took that bag.

I glanced at Gus Fakhar who was looking at me anxiously.

"Ngapunten, Miss Nyai," I said after touching the back of her hand.

"Come, Nduk. Ummik sek nyuwun roll a piece of iceuk until the mriki cook. Ummik wait for sousetake sampeyan."

Translated: (Yes, Nduk. Ummik is still asking for help tomorrow morning you come here to cook. Ummik wait for your deposit)

"Oh Allah, it feels good to hear that Miss Nyai still needs my strength" I said.

I also leave. Ufi's mother precedes my path. And, I heard footsteps behind me continue to follow all the way to the door to the front of the muraqibah room.

"Iz, tomorrow you go to ndalem again, yes. Listen to what Ummik says. Sory I can't persuade Ummik to keep you sleeping on the ndalem."

I turned my body. I slowly left. Shame to be noticed santri-santri passing by. Why was Gus Fakhar also unconscious of being the attention of the santri for talking with such a serious face to me?

"Gus, njenengan ditingali santri," (Gus Fakhar dilihati santri) said Mbak Ufi.

I looked around. Then, my gaze hit Ning Ulya's body that was watching us in the middle of the door of the caretaker's room. He held the Koran in his arms.

"This danger" cried Ufi.

Gus Fakhar left after knowing Ning Ulya was watching us with a thoughtful expression. Not smiling.

Me and Mbak Ufi stepped closer to Ning Ulya.

"Ning?" Called him.