FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 109 “Revelation”
*Nizami's Ibban
I continued eating while thinking about how I would begin to explain the events of that time. Until the last drop, I haven't found the right way. What's clear is that I couldn't possibly have offended Ratna's pregnancy, which I didn't know at the time. Nor can I bring the story of two thugs chasing after Fizah and Ratna. Things I should have explained, but I couldn't say. In fact, one of my honesty will force me to tell the true chronology. If all that is forbidden to be revealed, I will lie. I'm ending myself.
I put my dirty dishes in the sink. I didn't clean it right away. I'm still lazy because the dirty dishes are piling up. I'm looking for a towel that I washed yesterday. It's still half dry. I took the dry one in the room. Then, take a shower for about five minutes. As usual, I'll use a body spray. I came out of the bathroom wiping my hair with a towel. Hamstring shampooing. Continue the prayers of zuhr, tahlil, and tadarus the first five pages of the twenty juz. I extended my neck to see the little clock I put on the desk. Half two in the afternoon. I'm rising.
Arrive at the Mini's House. There is the Eldest and the Bungsu in front of the house. The Eldest stood up immediately offering a smile. As usual, she would ask if I went to her house to look for her.
“I'm looking for your mom. Where?”
“Kak Nizam when to get here nyari me?“
"I'm not offering you college. If you want, you will meet me more often.”
“Can you pick up all dong, brother? Yes to?” He whines.
“Ya..that's where you want to lecture.”
He pursed his lips.
“Once twice okay Nizam can pick up. How next? At the end of it I yo leave alone.”
“Iya should be. Where's your mom?”
“Bust exit. Just wait, Brother. Uh, that's how Fizah is. Seriously mole, yo, sister?”
“Serious. You don't believe it?”
“Sit first, Brother!”
There was a long seat that I had direct place. The eldest stayed in his place. Comforting yourself in the position of the splash while lifting the legs.
“Your leg is lo heeeeh. Lower!” The Eldest hit his sister's feet rough.
“Campret. Nggangganggu aja.” He grumbles.
He chose to go .
“Not believe it, Brother. It was lo Ibuk until martial arts to Magetan for Fizah.” sideburns
“Yesterday didn't come why?”
“Males. Ogah. Mending at home. What is hut.”
“Collapse, Firstborn. No changes yet.”
“Loh I've changed, brother. My people now never owe me again.”
“Good.”
Wry face. “But, now yes I never hold any more money. Unless the trade is in demand, I'll give me money.”
“Makanya college. You fit in college. So young cool.”
“Iya, anyway. Meet you too, brother. Hehe. Uh, sister, you have a boyfriend belom?”
“Already,” answered me steady.
“Who? Ih, how do you have one? Not the woman who was here at the time, yes. What's that name forget me. Yes, he is, brother?” His eyes instantly widened. What he meant was Rubia. And, he doesn't know that Rubia's mom is gone.
“There. You will also know for yourself. Just focus the same important-important.”
“Kak Nizam so people do not sensitize.” He's getting worse.
I don't want to take anything seriously that the Eldest said. She is a very childish woman. Although her brother, I think Fizah is much more mature. He is easily angry and hard to force. How many times offered, he should have enjoyed his college days, but he stayed on his decision.
Bu Mini greeting. I answered it softly.
“Bu?”
“A long time ago, Mas Nizam?”
“Oh, no, Mom. How healthy?” I grabbed that hand.
“Seger sane, Mas.” (Healthy, Mom)
“Kangen to kaleh?” (Kangen, yes, same me?)
“Hehe. Nggggeh, Mom. Can you talk alone, Mom?”
“Can.”
“What do you want to say?” The Eldest looked. His eyes looked suspiciously. When Bu Mini told him not to ask much, automatically his lips flicked to the left and his eyeballs were pulled upwards.
Mini took me to the back of the house. That's where it fits best.
I sit. Bending the body while making two hands resting on both thighs. I looked at the Mini. “Begini. Actually there are those who want me to get to Bu Mini.”
I will immediately summarize it with an apology sentence. “I'm sorry. Because actually I never delivered Fizah and Ratna to the pesantren.”
“Loh, really it, Mas?”
“That's right, Mom. Not me.”
“To whom?”
“Men named Yazeed that time.”
“Yazeed?” The Mini was obviously half-staggered. Duck. Then, muttering, “That proposed to Fizah means, yes, um.”.
“Apply Fizah, Bu?” I'm ascertaining.
“Pripun, Mas?” (How, Mom?)
“Bu Mini says Fizah applied to Yazeed? Is that right?”
“Ya Ibuk says yo (sorry, yes), Mas Nizam. Bener. Yesterday Fizah in lamar. Fizah sent a letter to Ibuk. I've already replied. Ibuk mail is also up.”
“Bu, sorry, instead of Fizah also being close to Gus Fakhar?”
“Fakhar's Bus which?” Creasing eyebrows.
I have not had time to answer, Bu Mini continued his sentence, “Wohh, whose son Bu Nyai who ngajak Fizah cook-mask it to, Mas?”
“Enggeh, Bu.”
“If that Ibuk doesn't understand yet. But, really, Fizah is not a story. God is close. Fizah usually tells to Ibuk. After sending a letter, Fizah only applied to Yazeed's story. Yazeed's story has a lodge that Ratna.” occupied
I feel something is strange. “Shortly, briefly, Mom. Yazeed proposed to Fizah? But, yesterday Yazeed confessed to me, she is her husband Ratna.”
“Not, Mas Nizam.” While clapping hands.
“Not, Mom?”
“Not. Saestu (real).”
“Then, why did she confess her husband Ratna. What's because I want to cover up Ratna's pregnancy? So, actually Ratna is married or not?” Up here I was attacked by a lot of question marks.
“What is possible Yazeed actually understood the reason for Ratna and Fizah's escape. It is impossible for Yazeed to propose to an unknown woman if there is no clear reason, my inner”.
“Begini. I'm telling you, yo, Mas. Yazeed's got a cottage. It's like a shelter for new converts, lo, Mas Nizam. They are the ones who don't really like that. Fizah said, but Yazeed was a good man. The cottage he said buagus. The point is so.”
“Innallahi. Is Ratna the original..” I didn't expect that in my heart. But even so, I understand enough.
“And, Yazeed was married three times. Divorce with the first wife, then the marriage of two threes his wife died all, Mas. You Ibuk trough, Mas, after knowing it. But, yo how else the proposal should be welcomed. I leave the answer to Fizah.”
I don't really care about Yazeed's status who turns out to be a widower. Instead I began to question Fizah's feelings for Yazeed. What happened to Yazeed, Fizah, and Ratna? What happens when I choose to leave them by the side of the road?
“Kok nglamun, Mas?”
“Eh, no, Mom. I just thought, what Fizah would about accept that proposal?”
“But don't know yo, Mas. Tapine if Ibuk see from the way Fizah conveys, originally Fizah was fond of Yazeed. Ibuk also did not understand why there was a feeling of like lawong yo just knew. Ibuk just enough to believe that Yazeed is a good person.”
I'm mangosteen. Maybe Fizah rejected my proposal as well because she already knew the man. That helped him get to the pesantren.
“But, origin Mas Nizam know. If Ibuk can be honest, I prefer if Fizah with Mas Nizam, Mas. Mother said what it is. Mas Nizam was good.”
“Bu, but it was not me who delivered Fizah up to pesantren.”
“Ya ndak nothing. The important thing is that Fizah gets there. Congratulations.”
Very nice lady Mini Mom. My estimate was wrong. When I was honest, he didn't bother me at all. Nor did I ask what my reasons were.
“I'm really sorry.”
“What should I forgive from Mas Nizam. Hayo. Yo is indeed the ration that delivers Fizah not Mas Nizam.”
“Thank you very much, Bu.”
“Sama-sama. I'm sorry, Mas. The mother did not dare to set the future of Fizah. Before Fizah was seventeen, I thought it was yo of mature age. I believe in Fizah. Whatever I believe. So, Ibuk can not force Fizah to accept Mas Nizam, but hopefully what Ibuk said in the letter, Ibuk said more agree Mas Nizam with Fizah, hopefully it is a consideration.”
“Yes Allah, Mini Mom. Tempted to treat me so.”
“Mas Nizam is also too good on me. This is not a reward, Mom. It is pure from the heart. So, Mas Nizam pardon (don't) assume all this because of a reply only.”
“Iya, Mum.”
“Mas Nizam just be patient. Fizah is seventeen years old. The fizah had the ideal of rote until it was completed. He said he wanted to study abroad, Mom. If you are a match, Mas Nizam deliver Fizah fetch his ideals."
I'm mangosteen.
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