FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 138 "Good in the Kitchen"

*Hafizah Palace

The next day after I tested my DNA, after all the santri had finished the basic book of jazariyah, I returned to the cabin room. If I keep going, I'll keep thinking about my mom and the test results later. The results are long. I joined the princess santri-santri who schedule the afternoon picket cook in the cottage kitchen. In this Al-Furqan boarding school, in addition to being guided to explore religious knowledge, princess students are also trained to be women who prigel take care of the kitchen. One room in charge of pickets handle the cottage, divided into two parts, namely cooking pickets and yard cleaning pickets, libraries, poststren, and cottage terraces. If the bathroom is dirty, santri-santri pickets are also required to clean. Santri-santri tasks that do not get a schedule are only required to clean their respective rooms.

I just picked up the papaya leaf decoction that after I checked was ripe.

"Sir, is the grater finished?"

Mbak Furi nodded. "Mbak, nanya dong why did you come back from ndalem kok nangis?"

"The season has been omitted as well?"

She's looking. Directing his chin. "That's a bad peeling at self-talk."

"Bak, spout!" I said. My job is like a professional.

"Stay, ah. This cool again."

"Eh, the boil is uwis (already) lhooo."

Mbak Furi rise. I can't wait to see their work slow. He took the cobek that had been filled with seasoning peel.

"No, no, Miss Furi can't wait."

"So ghibah mulu."

Santri-santri in front of a noisy kitchen. I thought what was up.

"What's up ahead?" I'm the one who wants to sit down to help Mba Furi prepare the rest of the seasoning that has not been peeled.

Mbak Furi shook her head. "You peeled off. I'm gonna check first."

Mbak Furi is running. Not yet he came out the door, he almost hit Gus Fakhar. Santri friends who are used to only wear the veil, aka the neck is not buttoned, and who are still cute to show the calves because they have finished cleaning dirty kitchen utensils, they did not turn their heads towards Gus Fakhar. Obviously they were shocked suddenly Gus Fakhar was staring there.

I'm staring. Gus Fakhar waved at me.

"Ih, you're the one called Gus Fakhar?" mbak Furi asked half in wonder.

I'm shaking. But, who else seems to be if not me. In the kitchen there was also no Ning Ulya. I approached towards him. My steps were accompanied by the eyes of the santri who saw me a little strange.

"What's up, Gus?"

Gus Fakhar spontaneously grabbed my hand. Pulling me up without explanation. I couldn't let go because the grip was strong enough. So along with that, I heard some unpleasant whispers coming out of santri's mouth. More santri-santri who doyan ghibah his own friend. So like a cat who finds a salty iwak. I want to thrash, but it doesn't look good.

We had a chance to cross paths with Ning Ulya. He who then immediately threw a dislike look at me. Repeating me with one look. I hope Ning Ulya did not prejudge too far. I also don't know why Gus Fakhar has been so frontal to me lately. Yesterday suddenly hugged me like I was about to lose a lover. Now, even showing directly to the santri-santri who will obviously be guessing. It is human beings who will easily drop prejudice.

"Gus?"

Gus Fakhar did not let go of my hand. I try to look back. The views of the santri are still trailing the steps. Clearly they were astonished. I'm afraid they associate it with love triangles or people-coupling couples. I myself just prejudiced the no-no.

"Gus, sorry to be embarrassed."

"You must have turned my head if I hadn't forced it this way."

"Where are you taking him?"

"Yazeed in the hospital."

"Yes Allah. Seriously?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Gus Fakhar loosened his grip.

"If the matter were, just tell me, I would definitely visit, Gus."

"We'll talk about it later."

"Compensed, Gus?"

"severe. The stitches are quite a lot. Not self-conscious until now."

"The driver came here. He said he wanted me to take you to the hospital."

I thought, does he want to discuss his willingness to wait for me for three and four years? Or, if not, then he wants to tell me about Mr. Su. If Gus Fakhar finds out.

"Gus, I can go there myself. Please get permission out, Gus."

"No. I need you to take me. Women kok kluyuran themselves. I won't give you permission. I want to visit too."

I can't speak anymore.

"Kang?" call Gus Fakhar to Kang Bimo who is wiping the body of the car.

"Aim for the hospital, yeah."

Gus Fakhar told me to come in after Kang Bimo opened the back door.

Just as Azan began to be heard, we arrived at the hospital. Gus Fakhar did not invite us to pray asar first. He said later. He just called Yazeed's driver, then he took us to the VIP room. It was there that I saw the mighty Yazeed drooping helplessly. I'm caving.

"Why is that, Gus?"

"The driver knows exactly what happened. He said he wanted to say something important too. Talk later. I won't interfere."

"Kang Toyo, Gus?"

"Gus Yazeed wants to talk."

"But look at his condition, it seems.."

"It has. God willing, hurry up. Just pray!"

Half an hour we waited, but the signs of Yazeed would be conscious were not there yet. Gus Fakhar asked me to stay, and he wanted to go back to the boarding school. His schedule was with santri putra. He also calmed me down so as not to think about many things. He said he would tell the manager that I was in the hospital. It will certainly be safe. I'll survive the punishment for going out without permission. Since I came out with Gus Fakhar, the manager would certainly not dare to do anything.

Two hours later. Kang Toyo told me to eat the packaged rice he had bought in the hospital cafeteria.

"Thank you, Kang."

"What happened, Kang?" I dare to ask.

"Fed, Mother. In no case. Just ordinary. Don't bother."

"He was stabbed by Mr. Su's man."

"Astagfirullah, is Mr Su in Magetan?"

"Yes. I sent six people. But they came late. Gus Yazeed was unconscious."

"Look at you like this, it means you're sacrificing your life for me, Yaz," I thought.

Until Gus Fakhar who Kang Toyo said was about to pick me up, Yazeed had not come to his senses. I was curious about the real events. I hope he brings me some good news too.

"Mom, Guse is sober, Ma'am!"

I'm rising. I saw Yazeed's fingers slowly twitching. Kang Toyo called the doctor. I whispered something, "Conscious, Yaz. I'm here to fulfill your calling."

Yazeed's eyebrows move. Maybe it was a response because he could listen to me.

Two people came into the room. The doctor checked for a moment. Then, say the condition of Yazeed is better than before. Shortly after, Yazeed's eyelids moved open. With a very slow blink, he looked towards me. Then, to the doctor and Kang Toyo. His hand was like giving so much that I could sit next to him.

"Why, Yaz?"

He just kept quiet. But, still looking at me.

I saw Kang Toyo coming out of the room. Exact doctor. "Kang, stay here, yeah. Don't leave us both."

"Oh. Ready." Kang Toyo stood beside the door.

Thank you so much, always pray for me and this work. Hopefully more people will be interested in the future. Happy reading. Happy curious. I wonder if it's not finished, yes. Ehe is a ''Superficial