FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 116 "Bat Two Nights"
POV third person.
That night the cries of the sky scattered the old dry earth. Almost last night the sky went up. The moon did not dare to show itself. I don't know where to lose. Maybe looking for a warmer fight. And, even the night is not alive. Cold and gripping. The leaves on the branches of trees that grow densely in front of the house, as if wanting to join running and pull over from the increasingly heavy joys. The wind is blowing strong. Fighting with rain. The doors are closed with the windows of the house.
Shortly after, the lights went out. Earth mengwad. Ms. Mini and Mr. Bi stood guard in the living room while hugging the cold of the night, just in case there was anything. A glass of hot drink quickly turned cold.
"Made again, sir?"
"It's not necessary." Mr. Bi changed to smoking his own cigars.
"Thank God it's raining. But, once down kok yo directly dueres like this to, sir."
"Yo bene." (Yes let it)
"May tomorrow there be a windfall coming to our house yo, sir."
Mr. Ma'am flinching. In fact, smoking cigarettes has always been a more fun aloof ritual. Only tonight Mr. Bi asked to be made a snack and not coffee, the best friend of cigarettes, said Mr. Bi.
Only the rumbling of rain was left beating the zinc of rainwater containers that had rusted. The water jug skated down the gutter next to the house. Some more about the roof. His third voice was simple. Produce a regular rhythm.
Bu Mini yawn. Drowsiness clenched his eyelids. His head repeatedly bowed unintentionally. When the breeze of the sky blew stronger, his eyes re-awakened. Until the next day he and Mr. Bi curled up in the living room chair. Woke up suddenly when the rain had subsided. It was still two o'clock at night.
Bu Mini rose to ensure the atmosphere after a few hours of heavy rain. The door that makes a special sound has been opened slowly. There's no drizzle. The water from the higher court pooled on several sides.
Then, the Mini Bu put his ear on as soon as possible. Like there was a baby crying. But, where maybe the nights there is a baby crying considering there are no neighbors who just gave birth. As long as my hair stood up. The wind is coming from the left right. Mini hugged her body.
The heart wanted to ignore, but the sound of crying was increasingly calling out. It sparked his curiosity to find the source of the sound. He stepped slowly. His gaze opened the atmosphere around which was still dark. The silhouette of people standing under the lights was shaking it. Shortly afterwards the silhouette moved slowly, away from the bright light of the street lamp.
Mini tried to ignore. He picked up a lemongrass plant that grew heavily in front of his house. How close he was to finding a tiny baby there. Between excitement and confusion. Take that baby. Then hold it immediately so that the baby quickly gets warmth.
"No, there can be babies here. Whose baby is Gusti?" Bu Mini tolah-tby (to the left right).
There's no one. Ms. Mini thought there might be someone who deliberately left the baby there.
"Witch your fate, son, until you're left." Mini kissed the baby's left right cheek.
He brought her into the house. The baby smiled. A thump of happiness instantly lit up in his chest. That it's not just a fortune. But, what an incredible pleasure. Just last night he called the windfall to come tomorrow. It turned out that God met her with a beautiful baby, red lips, a round face, a puffed nose, a bright chin, and radiant skin like a full moonlight. Her eyes made her fall in love for the first time.
In the midst of bad economic life and all the less, wander out of the island was not producing muan, there is a windfall that comes unexpectedly. Rain bearer of blessings. The baby was laid to rest on her when the earth first burst in mid-September 2004.
"Sir, sir, this is you see!" the cry of Bu Mini banged on Mr. Bi's still silent ears.
"What's wrong? Mbokyo. Opo?"
Bu Mini showed her smile. Show who is being held. Immediately Mr. Bi widened his gaze.
"Whose son, Buk?" With a shocked tone. Stand up. The face that was still first swept by him immediately spread charm. Her lips smiled beautifully.
"Sumeh (likes a smile), sir."
Bu Mini sat cradling. Sing tembang.
"Whose son?"
"No idea, sir. I'm in front."
"Baby kok nemu. Koyo (rich) stuff."
"Father should be cool when we are desperate for windfall. This is trust, sir."
"Second (intermittent). This is a man's son. I can't conclude this baby is entrusted to us."
"It's impossible that at two o'clock someone would leave the baby if it wasn't for being deliberately abandoned."
"We are living this hard. Sometimes we get people to advertise."
"Sir, no. I'm with this baby. From now on Ibuk this is his son Ibuk. Ibuk's feeling is that this baby should be taken care of, sir. Mister kudu agreed."
"Oh, that's a kid. His parents must be looking for."
Discussions are inevitable. Both have their own ways of looking at each other. Bu Mini relied on his feelings, while Mr. Bi continued to persuade and invite Bu Mini to think rationally. Although they still have one baby, their first child is often called Eldest, but Bu Mini does not mind at all. There were whispers filling his ear cavity to look after the child. Mr. Bi doesn't want to argue.
A week after the baby was found, Mr. Bi took Bu Mini home. Mr. Bi said, it is better to go home because a year and a half to go to Madura is only enough to pay all the debts. Thank goodness when they came home to the owner of the farm, both got quite a lot of severance. Maybe also because of the desire to see the two go home to bring a small baby.
Upon arrival at home, Tulungagung, relatives asked who the baby was. With full confidence Bu Mini answered the baby was the newborn child he had just born a month ago. The answer is quite logical considering that no brother knows how it is during a year and a half. If she suddenly came home with a tiny baby, not many people thought it was a nuisance. It's just that some of them gossiped, why in the midst of a difficult marketing Bu Mini even gave birth to another child. Ngramut (raising) two young children of course for some people's views it complicates themselves.
The day changed with the care of two girls. They try to ignore what people are talking about. After all, Mr. Bi also liked the baby who was given the name Ranaa Hafizah. In fact, Mr. Bi is willing to go to an ustaz to get a suitable name. Bu Mini who persuaded Mr. Bi to go sowan, because a baby as beautiful as Ranaa seems less beautiful if the name giver is not good in terms of religion. The baby was known as Fizah. The hope is that in the future he can grow into a Quranic panghafal. An ideal that had never been thought of before as they were about to name their first daughter.
Until many years later, no one knew that Ranaa was not the biological daughter of Pak Bi and Bu Mini. They both loved the boy so much that they did not have the heart if they had to report to the virtual world so that Ranaa's biological parents picked up. When there is a desire to try to find Ranaa's biological parents, Bu Mini still feels that Ranaa is deliberately discarded. If her parents didn't want the child to exist, then why would she bother looking? So, until now the secret remains firmly held until no matter when. Bu Mini always regretted if you had to part with Ranaa someday. He was afraid of being forgotten because of the enormous amount of affection that fostered dozens of years. Sometimes he even felt much more affectionate towards Ranaa than the eldest and youngest. It was as if Ranaa was the child of a blessing bearer who Gusti Allah purposely left in the middle of their simple family and with two children who are still difficult to serve parents.
God willing, tomorrow up again. Today is just the history of his discovery Ranaa, ngggeh. And, I see all the comments panjenengan2 yesterday at the same core. Have the same hope that Bu Mini will be able to strengthen Fizah's doubts about the DNA test offer. Can be compact like that, huh? đ Plus planenengan nebak Gus Yazeed not be a proposal with Fizah. I want to smile at myself. đđđđ¤đ. Happy reading. đ Look forward to the next eps. May it always be in the house of the Lord of the Universe.