FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 127 "What's wrong with Patrem?"

*Fakharuddin Akhyar Al - Ameen

"If we've had a wrong visit here, we're also apologizing" he replied.

"No, Mr. Kiai. But, there is indeed something that I have been hiding for years." Draining water from the corner of the Mini Bu's eye.

No one asked the question. But, obviously, we were all very curious. My hearing enthusiastically welcomes the recognition of Mini Ma. Counting the seconds. That clarity will come out of the mouth of the Mini Bu who is still echoing.

"I once found a baby. When my husband and I were still at home. We don't know who threw it away. I thought, No parent could have intentionally abandoned their child. Unless the boy was deliberately thrown away. Moreover, I remember it was two o'clock at night. After the rain. I wish there was a windfall coming. Then, tomorrow is that. There was a baby crying in front of the house. The baby is a girl. The baby has a birthmark in the armpit. But, I do not know for sure whether the baby is Tsaniya who means it or not. But I really love Fizah. Miss Nyai, if Fizah is Tsaniya please Miss Nyai do not separate me from Fizah, Miss Nyai."

"O Allah, my God. Subhanallah," said ummik.

"Nyuwun ridane with Bu Mini. So that everything is clear."

I chimed. "My family and my njenengan both sacrificed. Seventeen years we look forward to this day. I did not expect, Mom, if Iza, our ndalem servant is the real Tsaniya. We know letting go of a child who has been raised is very difficult. But isn't this uncertain? Fizah not necessarily Tsaniya?"

I was just trying to persuade in another way even though so far I had agreed to an ummik premonition.

"Pripun (how)?"

"Nggeh, Nyai Ma'am. I sneered (followed) a request to panjenengan."

"Rida ngggeh?"

"God I am rida. For the good of us together, Miss Nyai. I'm also Mom. I understand that the expectations of Miss Nyai of the family are very high on this possibility."

"Alhamdulillah." Ummik touching thighs. "Well, thank God. The most common bibar niki ngertos yule pripun. Mbok menawi kula estimates as long as niki is leres, Bah."

Translate: (Well, thank God. At least after this know how the results. Who knows, my guess all along was real, Bah)

Abah nodded.

"Monggo was drunk and tasted the fruit."

"Mom Mini, upama later test results stated Fizah is my biological child, Bu Mini is willing to explain to Iza? In my opinion, ngggeh, who has the right to explain is the panjengan as the one who raised Iza so far. In addition, Iza will also trust the pot."

"Panjengan more entitled, Mr. Kiai. Monggo how good it is. I'll call Mr. Kiai."

"Monggo panjenengan who decided," said abah.

"Iza would be disappointed if she heard the truth from someone else. It's better to do it, ma'am, who said. But I don't think this needs to be thought about first. Later after the test results come out, we'll tell."

Madam Nyawa took out a small bag on her lap. "To make it easier to communicate, Bu Mini can use this media. It's HP." Moving it to the front of the Mini.

"No need, Ma'am. Mboten need (not need)."

"It's very necessary, Mom. I'd be easier if I wanted to know Iza's health." Mrs Syawa persuaded.

Mini's mom stuck out her hand slowly. Then, rotate his gaze to us, one by one. "Thank you for the kindness of all."

"I also matur nuwun, Mini Mom. Rida says I accept it with pleasure." Ummik smile.

*Nizami's Ibban

📞"If there's no show, I'd like to see you."

📞"Tumben, Mas. What was? Important?"

📞"Important. I'm at home. We met at a stall near campus."

📞"OK. We'll see you later this afternoon."

📞"Yes. Assalamualaikum?"

📞"Wa'alaikumussalam."

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"There, Mas!"

"I ordered a drink. Want what?"

"Coffee and dessert."

"OKAY. A moment."

Five minutes I'm back.

"Tomorrow the day I leave."

"When it's a vacation why not just stay home? Isn't your mom living alone now?"

"Monday there is a job. Gambus street. There is an invitation to coffee with students, the construction of a tilawah. I brought you here earlier, I want to ask for your help. I can do it myself. But, all of you later I will take you to Magetan. The Al - Furqan Pesantren."

"I'll see the schedule first."

He stared at his cell phone screen. A few seconds silent. Creasing eyebrows. "If no day, my. Evening I try to. I have a meeting with a client. I just got a wedding invitation."

"OKAY. Afternoon then."

"By the way it's still single, right?"

My faith laughed. "Sometimes it's Rubi's mind. It's like he's alive. I thought, why did you give that kris to Rubi, Mas?"

"Oh, that's from someone. Name's Mustika. I haven't told you that?"

"Ear, Mas. Gini means, for some people keris is stored because he has the benefit. Azimates. That thought isn't it?"

"Looks?" I'm propping up my chin. I put it on the table.

"Otherwise the giver is a dancer. He's the Dalang's son. After Rubia died back then, sory, sory, I wonder if it's not that kris that caused Rubia to die?"

"I don't think it's possible."

"Not wrong, Mom. Stories like that in Banyuwangi are common."

"Yes I know. But, Mustika's a fine woman."

"Suspicious no harm. Mas Nizam needs to ask this to Mustika. So, my advice so far is to just give it back. Still saved?"

"There's a contract. Mustika says patrem is his favorite. Given by his father when he was a child."

"Well. I'm getting sure. Patrem is not just any patrem that is stored only as a collection. Keris has fill. It could be that kris was actually saved."

Order coming.

"Thanks, Ma'am."

"Together, my mother."

"I never really thought about it. If your guess is correct, Mustika will not tell you anything either."

"Mustika likes you?"

"Earlier. The story is gini, he came to ask me to find a solution so that I can make him not be married to the man of choice of his parents. I told him to stay devoted to his parents. He is also his only child. After that, he gave me the patrem. He told me to give it to the woman I chose, but she herself is now married."

"Yes. That dagger, I'm afraid I'll harm someone if it falls on the wrong owner. What if that patrem's gonna hurt you, Mom?"

"Cris models like that are only given to women. No influence on men" I replied lightly.

Mas Iman started holding the spoon.

"You should take it, Mas. And I heard that the nightclub north of your village is now evicted. Whisked to where? Some of the perpetrators were arrested. Others are still in the process of pursuit."

"Yes. I just found out yesterday."

Good afternoon. Thank God you can get up early. 😅😅 Welcome to read. Hopefully more curious 😆🙏🙏