FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 118 "Confession"

POV third person

Shortly thereafter Nyai Ridhaa maids the curtains. Greeting them both very softly.

"Where is this from?"

"Bangkal Madura."

"Thank God, you'll make it here safely."

Nyonya Syawa mangosteen. Then, Mr. Kabi began to express what his true intentions and goals were.

"Our intention here, Mr. Kiai, is none other than to ask for a prayer of blessing. Yes this is because Syawa or we have not been able to get a son after eighteen years of marriage. Drugs, treatments, baby tubes failed twice, surgery, and other alternative treatments we have tried, but the results are zero. Meanwhile, we desperately need descendants to continue the factory industry that we have built since fifteen ten years ago."

"Nggeh continue?" Ms. Nyai Ridhaa listened carefully.

Mr. Kabi turned to Mrs Syawa. It was as if giving a signal so that Mrs Syawa could speak.

Nyonya Syawa. "Look. My husband and I apologize to Mr. Kiai and the family of this boarding school."

The look on Bu Nyai Ridhaa's face must have been curious. His eyebrows are getting fused.

"We lived a hard life. Only have small business capital of krupuk factory. That was when we were married for almost a year. We want so much to have children. For me and my husband, life without a child is a lot harder. A man we did not know before. They offered a baby girl who they said was one month old. It turns out that the man was trading babies. I don't know where those babies are coming from. But, the man offered at a price of two hundred million. He said the baby was special. Getting it is also difficult. We loved that baby for the first time. We thought, yes, maybe the baby is special. We finally accepted the offer on condition that I would repay the money. We thought that within a few months, we could pay off the money. But, in fact, it's not. The deal hurt us. Before we became fugitives, we shut down and fired all the factory employees. We sold the building. After the factory was successfully cashed, we initially wanted to give the money to them. But somehow we changed our minds. We were greedy to buy the baby and we didn't know who his family was. What if it happens to us? We became fugitives for deliberately running away from the treaty. The baby we took went outside the area. And we can't give up the baby. We saved the baby from them. At night when we were fugitives, I put the baby in front of someone's house. I don't know whose house. All I thought about was that the baby had to survive and not be able to get back to those men. One month after that night, after we moved house too, we went to the house we had cheered the baby into. But the owner is gone. Said the people around them. I am from Tulungagung. Have a daughter."

"The baby found both parents?" The eyes of Bu Nyai Ridhaa grew increasingly fixed.

Mr. Kabi instead spoke, "It just so happened that a week ago I saw a poster searching for a seventeen-year-old with a black birthmark on the armpit. I finally came straight here. The goal is to explain that the baby we bought at that time had the same birthmark as the one in the photo. The exact same birthmark. We're sorry we didn't bring the boy here. But, hopefully the information on who is most likely to take care of the child is now in Tulungagung. I'm sure the girl's an adult."

"O Allah, Yes Allaaaaaah. Muhammadar rasulullah," muttered Kiai Bahar. The words of thanksgiving were repeated many times.

Bu nyai was stunned.

Mrs Syawa and Mr. Kabi stared at each other. Come feel guilty.

"I'm also sure he's still alive" Ms Nyai Ridhaa said later.

"I'm sorry to be involved in this disaster."

"Mboten, Mom. No. gabe. If Mas Kabi had not run away and put my son in front of someone's house, the story would have been different."

"Bu Nyai, this is still an estimate. Hopefully it's true that girl has grown up with responsible parents." Mr. Kabi still feels guilty.

"Well, Abah, nopo doesn't call mriki? Niku.hmm Iza."

Translation: (Well, Abah what am I calling here? That.hmm Iza).

"Sek kiko wae." (After a while)

"It just so happens that we're free this week. We can help find the boy if you two agree."

"Oh, no, Miss Nyai. This is one way we can make up for guilt. We should have come a long time ago. But that will has only been thought of lately. Which strengthens me and my wife when we find out about the post on social media. We just realized that the child turned out to be a search for his family. Truly I must have sinned because I lost the baby who should have helped raise this boarding school."

Nyai Ridhaa and Kiai Bahar try to create a smile.

"Alhamdulillah, alhamdulillaaaaah, alhamdulillaaaaaaah. Today I am very grateful to be reunited with Mas Kabi and Mbak Syawa. I received an offer. When will I get to Tulungagung, Mas?"

"Today can be, Mr. Kiai. If you two go along, it doesn't matter either. Our car is enough. I'm the driver myself."

"Piye, Mik?" (How, Mik?)

"Mouthed, Bah. Ngggeh saget lek Fakhar purun badal."

Translated: (Solar, Bah. Yes, if Fakhar wants to go)

"I'll call my son first." Bu Nyai Ridhaa rose. Includes basmalah lirih.

Mr. Kabi pushed something in front of Kiai Bahar. The paper is placed on top of a jar that is still closed.

"This is a fifty million check. We beg to be accepted. Hopefully it can be a blessing for us and can help smooth learning santri-santri here."

Mrs Syawa immediately added. Worried Kiai Bahar will say a sentence of rejection. "Kiai, my husband is right. For us this money is nothing. I had planned it from the beginning. I prepare this money must reach the family of Mr. Kiai. That was my intention. Please don't be rejected."

"Jazakumullah khiiran's. May the two soon be awarded momongan."

"Aamiin yes rabbal alamin." The amens of both are very sincere. Vibrate creeping instantaneously. That prayer sounds sincere. The two of them returned to full hope, there was still hope so that they would soon sutra.

"I'm ready to be a regular donor in this pesantren, Kiai." Mr. Kabi pulled out a business card. Then continued the word, "This can be contacted if it costs anything. Maybe we can help a little."

Kiai Bahar smiled. Waving around and staring at the santri who passed by accidentally in front of the door. Santri took two steps back. Kiai Bahar nodded. Santri was slowly taking off his sandals, entering ndalem. Then put his snoring on the floor. Sungkem to Kiai Bahar.

"Sampeyan muraqib?"

"Picture, Bah."

"Iki enek check sampeyan pundut. Pisan karo business card. Sampeyan pasrahne teng treasurer hut. Sampeyan aturne is an infact from Mr. Kabi and Mrs Syawa who came from Bangkalan Madura."

Translation: (This is a check you took. All his business cards. You give it to the treasurer of the cottage. You tell me this information from Mr. Kabi and Mrs Syawa who came from Bangkalan Madura)

"Picture, Bah." Santri took it.

"Pisan goods neng plaid kae kako bagekno nek santri-santri. Sampeyan check isine pundi sing rukuh, miko sampeyan paringne muraqibah."

Translation: (All the items in the boxes you later share to the santri-santri. You check the contents of which are solid, later you give it to the muraqibah)

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