FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 114 "Blue Kick"

*Yazeed Akiki Mubarak

Accompanied by my personal driver, Kang Toyo, I managed to travel Magetan Tulungagung within a short distance. I didn't choose him wrong to be a driver. Kang Toyo almost understood all the ins and outs of the area in East Java. He had been a bus driver for five years after dropping out of junior high school, before he finally got off in the throes of Jakarta. Deciding to stop being a driver, he accepted a lucrative job offer there. After that, he was even confused, instigated by the harshness of world life, then became a street thug.

Arriving in front of Fizah's house, I felt peace coming back. This feeling was exactly when I had just set foot in the home of Ning Zuja, my first wife who had died. Sendang offers a slick sky. Blue with cloud-fiber spindles. I call it Blue Sendang.

"Kneel!"

I cast the salawat as I stepped closer to the hut that he said was Fizah's residence. A young woman appeared who was racking her waist, then wriggling and yawning widely. His gaze immediately narrowed for a moment after seeing the direction my steps slowly headed towards him.

"Assalamu'alaikum?"

"Yes. Wa'alaikumsalam. Find who?"

His gaze immediately judged. To see the unofficial clothes I was wearing.

"You want to pay off debt, huh? Sory, yes, I've had no business with the collectors. I've been insaf for a long time." It is very different from Fizah. Highly contrast. At first glance I'm not sure if he's one of his family members.

Kang Toyo was about to reply, but I gestured him not to speak anything until I allowed him to.

A moment later, someone greeted me from behind. Kang Toyo and I looked over to make sure.

"Who, ngg? Niki synten?" (Who, huh? Who'sis this?) he said with the Javanese language krama inggil very smooth.

Although I did not see any resemblance on the face of the middle-aged woman to Fizah, but the courtesy reflected the manner in which Fizah had shown me several times.

"Monggos! Please enter! Come on over here." With a very friendly familiar, she let me enter the dark living room. The young woman squinted her eyes while shifting her standing position. He also sat in the long chair in front of the house while keeping an eye on my movements. Several times he seemed sleepy. Then, he stroked his hair that some of his sides had been given an eye-red color.

"Include me Yazeed."

"Masyaallah this nice wong is called Yazeed. The one whose name is Yazeed? Why, Mas, I forgot yesterday I met at Fizah boarding school, yo."

I nodded once.

"Alhamdulillah saget. I'm happy to want to pinarak miriki."

Translation: (Alhamdulillah can meet. I'm glad you're willing to visit here)

"Who is this, my mother?"

"Kartoyo's. My driver, Mini's Mom."

"Thank God, Mas. My name is Mini. That's a nickname because I'm short, Mas. Know this address from Fizah Ibuk's son?"

"Yes yesterday before coming here I made sure Fizah's willingness to marry me."

"Isn't that?" I heard a glimpse of the young woman muttering dislike.

"Congratulate, make a drink, boy!"

I looked towards the woman. He's risen. His face was reluctant. He passed by the side of the house.

"Who, Ma?"

"The first child of my mother. I call him Firstborn. His real name is Ayu Pramesti. My son three. The second fizah."

"Ooo."

"Yes, Mas Yazeed. Continue to be actually Mas Yazeed's son Pak Kiai ngoten to (so, yes)?"

"Please, Mom. Mbokya don't go low in front of me."

I'm laughing a little. "No, Ma. You're just a cattle herder and a sawler."

"Fizah told me a lot, Mas. Mas Yazeed had a stash in Magetan as well. His name is Darul Amin if not wrong. Sorry, yo, Mas. Fizah has also told that story, which is the background of the marriage before her."

"Must, Mum. I am happy if behind my shortcomings, Fizah wants to be honest and say what is. That's what I expected."

"Then, if Ibuk can know what makes Mas Yazeed like this?"

"When the sunnah wants me to do it again, I meet the woman I think is right."

"Exactly?"

"I can't explain the truth. But, is it possible that his mother did not know of this problem? It's a big thing. Chances are Fizah hasn't told her mother anything. I have no right to tell stories. It's Fizah's personal matter. He's the one who best tells me everything," my inner self. I withhold words.

"But, I'm also not surprised if Mas Yazeed says Fizah the right woman. For me, Fizah is a child who mbarakahi (give)."

"Give me how, Mom?"

"Since she was in my family, she changed my life so much easier. Intaine yo indiscriminate so light. More quiet and comfortable. I never complained during taking care of Fizah."

"What do you mean by mother..." I stopped continuing.

"Look. He has no right to decide who deserves him. For whatever reason explain to me, Mas, that I can only listen to. I saw his words in earnest, but Fizah was seventeen. Very young. Her teenage years will run out at the wedding if she gets married as soon as possible. I'm just in charge of reminding, but I don't have the right to decide."

I dare not interrupt. I listened to him carefully.

"Since I understand what I mean?"

"Aren't you with Fizah's parents?"

For a few seconds we exchanged glances. A moment later Fizah's mother shook her head.

"Didn't you?"

"I'm just a lucky person to get that deposit. So, to anyone who wants a baby, Fizah, he must know the real parents."

I see that honesty. I'm quite dumbfounded. And, surely Fizah doesn't know who she really is.

"Therefore, Ibuk emanate if Fizah quickly married. I'm very sorry. Fizah is pinter, gemati, manut, and brave. Not Ibuk don't believe you, Mas, yeah. What I consider is a lot. But, no matter how much consideration, once again Ibuk is only an intermediary. Fizah doesn't know this story yet, Mas. I hope Mas Yazeed doesn't tell me first."

"Fizah should have known this a long time ago, ma'am."

"It's hard to bear, Mas. Afraid to split with Nduk Fizah. Tresnane Ibuk can be described with anything. This yo, isn't it, the problem is just time. When Ibuk is ready, mantep, Ibuk will tell. But, so far only Mas Yazeed knows. Mas Yazeed, if Fizah accepts the proposal of njenengan, let him reach his goal first. Fizah still needs to learn and explore experiences in order to compensate for the experience that Mas Yazeed had. Is this Ibuk's request burdensome?"

"That permission actually asked me to wait."

"Then?"

"I'm here to talk about that, Mom. I ask permission to marry Fizah."

"Hum is still emanating with his ideals."

"I'll help her, Mom. Seriously am. I never mess around when I've agreed."