FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 126 "Love a Mother"

*Fakharuddin Akhyar Al - Ameen

"Iza is seventeen now, isn't he?" Ummik kept asking questions.

"Inggeh, Miss Nyai. But, unfortunately Iza dropped out of school. Why, Miss Nyai, memorize Fizah smoothly nggeh?"

"Iza's memorandum is still murajaah's focus. Still rolling. But, God willing, if his parents rida, continue to pray, given halal rizki, God willing, everything is smooth."

"Aamiin. Monggo. Gus, Kiai, ngapuntene is just like this. But, the fruit is still seger."

Mr. Kabi. He peels the salak. Then, offer it to his wife to take a taste.

"Master, we and our family apologized. It doesn't mean anything..."

"Gggeh, Mr. Kiai."

Abah looked at me. Told me to continue.

"Here was Bu Mini working in Madura?"

"Once, Gus. There are no two years. After that we went home. Iza was born." Mom Mini smile.

"Then, Miss Mini has heard of someone looking for a girl, rather a baby who has a black birthmark on his armpit?"

"Ooo.it's anu, Gus, look. Who, Gus, is looking?"

"On social media mboten, nggeh?"

"We live in deprivation, Gus. I am also an ancient person. Dull. So I don't understand what social media is, Gus," she explained quite smoothly.

"Our family is looking for. And, what we're saying is that we're here to ask for permission so Iza can do a DNA test."

"Ngapunten, Gus, yes actually I was told Nduk Fizah. The family asked Nduk Fizah. Nduk Fizah himself.hmm is still asking for my opinion. Not that I object, but..." Mini is silent for a moment. "But..." Urung.

"Fakhar has a younger sister named Tsaniya Tabriz. But, until now he has not been found after seventeen years of searching. We don't look at anyone, Mini Mother. Provided he has the same birthmark, we ask permission for the family to please. Our request today falls to Iza. Coincidentally Iza once told me directly, Mini Mom. Again we mean nothing but to take our efforts." Ummik explained very clearly.

"It's not easy to find a seventeen-year-old girl with a birthmark like Tsaniya's. I beg Ms. Mini not to be offended by this request. Until the results are clear, we will not dare to call Iza the missing Tsaniya. At once we want to wear Mr. Kabi and Mrs Syawa" I said. I looked at them both. I nodded giving a gesture of throwing the next sentence.

Mr. Kabi began to speak, "Include me Kabi. There's not much I'll explain here. Because I'm here only as a complement. It is inappropriate to talk too much. Just one thing. We once bought a child. The point is we've taken the wrong step of deciding that. The child we adopted was named Shanna Zazlyn. For one thing, the boy.emm.if it is not wrong, yes, then the nights are past twelve. I put the baby in front of someone's house. I don't know who. But, the address is in Tulungagung. That's it already. My job is to explain it's dead."

I continued, "If it wasn't for Iza having the same birthmark, I wouldn't have met Bu Mini right away. So, Mini's mom definitely got it."

"Sepuntene. My family and I have to explain this to the njenengan," said Abah.

"Master Mini is willing to allow it?" ask ummik.

"It turns out this time came too. Ngapunten, Miss Nyai." Kids eyes Bu Mini watery. He grabbed ummik's hand immediately.

"Ngapunten, Miss Nyai. Ngapunteeen. Kula nyuwun angunging. Kula kaleh kaleh Fizah's. I'm saestu."

Translated: (Sorry, Miss Nyai. Maaaaaf. I apologize profusely. I love Fizah. Really darling)

Ummik looked at the Mini Mom fixedly.

"We are ready to listen" continued Ummik.

I caught the confusion on that face.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kiai, Ms. Nyai."

"Why do you apologize, ma'am?" ask abah.

"Is there something to say?" I'm the next one to ask.

I'm honestly also very curious. Between worry and happiness. Between worry and expectation. But, I have a big feeling. I recall the ummik hunch. If everything is true, it is I and my brother who are mistaken for not trusting Ummik completely.

We waited. But, the waiting is still reluctant to open his mouth.

"Please whatever I do, I beg you to be forgiven, Mr. Kiai, Ms. Nyai." Bu Mini slapped her hands.

"Goddessa. May all my good intentions and pennengan be recorded as charity."

"Aamiin, Mr. Kiai. Aamiin's."

The young girl suddenly replied. Elevating voice. "Fizah. There's no way he's Mr. Kiai's son. She's My Sister. You can ask all our brothers. They must have said the same. Once again Fizah is my sister. My real brother." He was standing at the end of the side door.

"Collect, don't interfere. It's dolan's already there. Huh!"

Firstborn approaching. He sat next to his mother. Holding an arm, he asked, "Mom, but really right? Fizah is my brother." He asserted with great certainty.

"David, Buk! Tell me that is real. I never want to know. I'm cuek. Ibuk's business is none of my business. But what I believe is so. In fact, Ibuk loves Fizah more than me. Yeah, right Buk? That's Fizah's sign that's my mom's son."

Both exchanged unequal views.

"Sir Kiai, please, what I'm saying is a fact. Bener. Fizah my mother's biological son. We're brothers. Although, we never get along before..."

"Already, Eldest. It's already! It's not polite to say that." Bu Mini bluffing.

"Your mother?" The Eldest Tone. He dared to raise that loud voice in front of the crowd.

"Circuit!" Bu Mini replied the same. His eyes glare.

The two eldest hands holding his mother's arms were instantly detached.

"Why do I feel this is weird, Buk? I just told them, Fizah is my brother. Child Ibuk. Me, Bungsu, and Fizah are three brothers. Yang Ibuk grew up a long time ago with sweat and hard-earned sales in the market. Is it hard to say that?" He looked back at Abah and ummik alternately. Then stop at me. "My mother can't explain. So unfortunately Ibuk to Fizah, Ibuk certainly did not accept. But, what I said just now is quite representative, Mas."

Bu Mini invites the firstborn to rise. They're culling. I heard the conversation again in a high tone. They got involved in a fight. The most I could hear when the firstborn said he actually loved his mother too. He admits his dislike for Fizah, but if Fizah has to leave his family, he pityes his mother. But the next conversation was not heard. The Mini is back. Gave a face. Stepping and rubbing the face.

"Ngapunten, Miss Nyai, Mr. Kiai. Elders have a very disrespectful attitude. He's never been to a boarding school, Mr. Kiai. I beg to be understood," said Bu Mini who was showing a face of gloating.