FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 146 "The Question of Gus Fakhar"

*Ulya Kamala Shansa

I was confused as to why ummik was suddenly asked to gather with all the families in the living room. Only I was the one who didn't start to tense up when ummik opened the DNA test results. I was also more confused when Gus Fakhar told Mbak Ufi to call Tsaniya. I thought who was Tsaniya referring to? The Iza who has been irritating me lately and jealous, she turns out to be Tsaniya? I can't yet study. And, I'm the only one who doesn't touch the blue. But, I'm with the bertahmid.

Who would have thought the daughter of ummik, the younger brother of Gus Fakhar who had disappeared seventeen years ago, is now found in the form of a girl who apparently has long lived in this pesantren. The truth comes by itself. Thanks to ummik and abah patience all this time. But I wanted to laugh at myself. Turns out I'm jealous of my own sister-in-law. I feel like I was deceived by the circumstances. Isn't Gus Fakhar actually already in love with his own sister? I really want to laugh at him.

Unfortunately, no one has ever captured this precious moment. Everyone enjoyed their own tears and happiness. I noticed an ummik and abah face that had never been this happy. They are very fragile. Although they wept, but the grace of this gift was so great. In fact, I was told to translate that happiness, they were both confused how to thank him. Ummik then plans to give thanks for Tsaniya's return to this pesantren.

When Tsaniya talked to her mother, then I felt the haru. Her mother's face that had been drenched with tears forced me to cede at that moment. I can't imagine what it's like. Seventeen years of raising, then finally having to let go. Who would have thought that Izalah Tsaniya had been looking for. The warm hugs they both made my tears fall. After I got married to Gus Fakhar, that was how my brother felt. Oh God, I am so happy. My wedding will be soon.

Ba'da isya's activities are closed. The santri cheered. Go straight to the room doing any activity. Gus Fakhar confronted the two santri. He told her to roll out the carpet on the terrace. There will be a party of corn, sausage, and chicken. Kang Bimo and the other two managers had bought it since this afternoon. There are no princesses involved. The two students held a carpet on the terrace. The pillows in the living room were taken out. Abah and ummik prefer to sit with that pillow.

Abah and ummik sat together. So did Mr. Kabi and Ms. Syawa. Tsaniya is on the left of ummik, but is now holding hands with her mother. Ma'am Ufi hero-wiri prepares the necessary seasoning. Meanwhile, I sat on the right side of Gus Fakhar.

"Gus, tell me the truth?" I'm taking a promise.

"Tsaniya and Iza have the same birthmark. Then, Mr. Kabi and his wife came suddenly to be a clue. Tsaniya was stolen and sold to both of them. The two dump Tsaniya in front of her mother Tsaniya's house. Mother Mini her name. It happened in Madura. Point is. " Gus Fakhar explained haphazardly. Not so intent made me understand immediately. Then I guessed it later.

"Gus, pray my steps are good, yes."

"Aamiinu. How many days less?"

"Still get two weeks. It's a long time."

"Today, how much juz are you? Will it be 30 juz, right?"

"If you don't sleep, yes, God willing."

"Some?"

"If my wings are put at ease."

"It's okay to go ahead."

"Yes, Gus. Somewhat later."

"Lusa has a thanksgiving. You're not coming?"

"No way, Gus. Thank goodness it must be a full day. Abah and Ummik invited?"

"Yes, you must be invited. Mas Yazeed too."

"Well, what else, Gus. Eman-eman also if you have to repeat from the beginning. Yes already. I also know the real story. The main event is in order to give thanks and introduce Tsaniya to all the santri-santri, right?"

"Yes that's it." Gus Fakhar looked at me more seriously. "I want something, but you answer honestly, yes!"

I swallowed spit.

"Are you really ready to marry me?"

I'm unmoving. Stringing sentences.

"Not to be confused. Just say ready or not."

"God be ready." I was embarrassed myself. I turned my eyes.

"When, for example, you're married, how did I leave college abroad?"

"Who isn't there?"

"What if you ask Abahku this?"

"Kan, who wants to marry us."

"Because he asked the question before we got married, Gus. Different if you are married. In fact, if you're married, you don't even have to say goodbye to me, right."

"Discussion is important. I have such a plan. What are you ready for?"

I've never felt the name of being in love with someone. He is the man who made me fall in love until now. All I have in my shadow is a happy marriage. Living apart after marriage was never thought of. Maybe it would make me lonely?

"Where?"

"Not knowing either. But I want to go to Holland. Me and Tsaniya are going to college together there."

"Ummik and Abah already know this plan, Gus?"

"Yet. But, maybe they'll agree if I'm next to Tsaniya."

"Gus, Tsaniya just returned to this family. What might Ummik allow. Ummik is easy not to stand up, Gus."

"I love Tsaniya. I want him to reach his goal."

"As long as everyone agrees, Gus. I'll just come along. But, if for example Tsaniya is not allowed to go to college, with a college tenp?"

"From a long time ago I had aspirations for college. May Ummik allow."

"Gus, when are we getting married? I think this is what needs to be discussed first."

"Your tirakatan is done."

"So maybe another month?"

"Yes. I'm up to you when you want." Then, circulate his gaze towards the movements of the students who prepare for this small party.

"All the lights are so much brighter" shouted Gus Fakhar at the santri.

"Fakhar, Ulya?" call ummik.

We looked at it together. Come close.

"Ready yo, Le. Lek riyadohane Mbak Ulya wis mari, age-age marriage contract is signed."

Translate: (Whoever, yes, Le. If the tirakatannya Mbak Ulya is finished, the marriage contract is immediately implemented)

Ummik always excited when discussing my marriage and Gus Fakhar. Ummik encouraged me to continue to continue this matchmaking. I know Gus Fakhar is a good man. I know how to break it when we're married. I will be more excited to finish my reign. I'm sure if I do it earnestly, everything will be the result.

"Ummik, it will be a simple wedding, yes," I said.

"Whis just any Ummik manut. Sampeyan marem tree."

Translated: (It's up to Ummik manut. Your tree is smirk)

"Hopefully smooth," Tsaniya said