FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 145 "The Heart"
*Hafizah Palace
I only obeyed when Mbak Ufi hurriedly told me to get out of the room immediately. He also forced me to slightly polish my face with powder. He also asked me if I had taken a shower. I have been taking a shower since.
"I'm really happy today. Sometimes I want you to have the most special menu, Ma'am. Anyway you calm down. Calm down. This isn't bad news."
"Test results?"
"Yes dong. Everyone gathered in the living room. Yup!"
I didn't know that the one gathered among them, one of them was my mother. When did my mom come and who picked her up here? Maybe come with Mrs Syawa and Mr Kabi? She just looked at me, but didn't dare to return my smile. My mother showed me her saddest face.
Meanwhile, Gus Fakhar rose. I did the same scene at that time. She hugged me. This time in front of a crowd. He kissed my left right cheek, then my crown. Hugged me once more.
"May God bless my most beautiful sister." He squeezed the tip of my nose.
Although his face was very enthusiastic, but my focus was still on my mother.
Mr. Kabi called Gus Fakhar. She pulled out a bouquet of Gus Fakhar flowers earlier.
"Make you. Must like it, right?"
I nodded. The bouquet is so beautiful.
"Would you like to read the DNA test results?"
I nodded.
Gus Fakhar asked me to sit down. Ms. Nyai Ridhaa's right hand was stroking my left thigh. Repeatedly throwing the most beautiful smile. Rose buds on her lips. The only ones not smiling were my mother and Ning Ulya.
I read it carefully. Yeah, no mistake there. Technology has spoken. That result made everyone in this living room believe. I'm Miss Nyai Ridhaa. I have to show my respect to my real mother. Also to my father, Kiai Bahar. I took turns with them. For the first time Kiai Bahar hugged me.
"Change, Ummmik?" Nyai Ridhaa's mother shed her tears as the call came out of my mouth. But I still feel weird about that call. Because I'm not used to it.
"What, Nduk?"
"Can I just sleep in the cabin?"
"Lha ngopo, Nduk?"
"Hmmm..." I bow my face.
"Father opo-opo. Yes, I've come down neng hut no opo-opo."
Translation: (It's okay. Yes you slept in the cottage is okay)
Kiai Bahar really understands me.
"But, is the sampeyan legowo to, Nduk?"
I nodded.
With this permit, I will learn to position myself. Also not to offend my mother. If my mom thinks I look so happy, I'm afraid my mom will languish. My mother will feel like I've left her.
Kang Bimo stood at the door. Uluk salam later.
"Kuenya, Gus."
Gus Fakhar told him to put it on the floor. Mr. Kabi shifted his champ towards me. Gus Fakhar picked it up. Faced him with me.
"Cake cut, yuk!"
A chocolate cake inscribed for my Beloved Sister, Tsaniya Tabriz.
"Not to be surprised. The surprise is there later. Gih, cut the cake."
"Dicated to whom?" tanyakanya.
Who is most entitled? The mother who raised me or the Miss Nyai Ridhaa who gave birth to me? I was silent for a few seconds. I use a spoon that has also been prepared. Long time the spoon hangs because I'm still confused who will feed it to.
"Beliness." Finally Gus Fakhar who devoured my first feed.
They laugh.
I scooped it up again. Without diminishing my respect for my mother in the least, I chose to feed Bu Nyai Ridhaa as the cause of my presence in this world. Then, to my hard-earned mother raising me and overflowing me with boundless affection. The third time I feed Kiai Bahar. The four of them I approached Lady Syawa. Because I met my mother. It's because I met my real mother. Just like the others, Lady Syawa showed her happy face.
"When we have to shop, honey."
"His brother will too" said Gus Fakhar.
I glanced at him while thawing.
I almost forgot something. I stared at Ning Ulya's face as well with a faint smile. I shift.
"Ning, I'm sorry to make you jealous."
That serious face slowly changed. Both of his cheeks rose. "I can't, yeah, I'm jealous of my own sister."
She hugged me. "Are you really Tsaniya?"
"Bidznillah Ning."
We exchanged looks.
"Tsaniya Tabriz second son of Kiai Bahar? Is that really you?"
I nodded. "All by God's permission."
"Santri-santri must be straightened."
"Just be so wild, Ning. They'll know for themselves."
"Let it be my business" said Gus Fakhar.
I have a lot of family. Three mothers who loved me very much. This atmosphere was real warmth. It was my turn to cry. My mother's tears squeezed my chest. Like telling me to give in and ask me never to forget mom.
"Buk, so I'm, right, the whiny one." I hold my tears.
"Thank you for being in the middle of my mother's life, son."
"If only Mrs Syawa.I mean Mama Syawa did not put me in front of the contract of Ibuk and Mr., we will not meet, Buk. Even if possible, we meet not with this deep bond and feeling. Yeah, right, Buk?"
Ibuk. My crying is like a baby. Whipping and whimpering. Meanwhile, the cry of the mother has run down the river. Although I am actually also happy that I have found my real family, but sadness certainly dominates his feelings at this time.
"Hum don't go home yet, yeah. Goods two days a day, Buk. Yeah, Buk, huh?" I'm sulking. It's not like a kid asks for candy.
"Yes. I'll take two days."
"Let's sleep together in the guest room, yeah, Buk. I'm not masakin."
Ibuk nodded.
"I should've asked Eldest Brother and Bungsu, Buk."
"Know, don't you know what they are, Zah."
Gus Fakhar took Mbak Ufi out of the living room. They were talking about something inside. I heard them talking in whispers.
Sorry too late. đ Tomorrow hopefully can be up. đ¤đš