FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 148 "Continuing the Conversation Yesterday"

*Yazeed Akiki Mubarak

I was forced to go home soon. I chose treatment at home. The doctor gave me my consent, although I was only allowed to go home in three to four days. I don't have a problem. I feel healthy myself. When I heard that Abah and ummi got the invitation to the Thanksgiving event in Al-Furqan, I could not wait to see Fizah soon. Continuing a delayed conversation.

At first I didn't know what event was being held. We were only informed and very much expected to attend. Then, tonight I got a reality that was beyond my expectations. I'm airborne. Again and again. I don't need to be confused anymore looking for where Fizah's parents are. Because his parents have often met. Behind his courage as a woman, it turns out that courage dripped from the blood of Kiai Bahar, kiai that is respected by many people. Famous Kiai in this East Java region. That is, all that has happened to him is his test as the successor to the Al-Furqan pesantren. God must have equated faith with the test of one's life. So, I'm not wrong if I put my heart on him. I was also more convinced when I wanted to immediately propose to Fizah in front of her parents. Bismillah.

Even though the cry was breaking, the sound was singing in my ears. That discordant voice conjured up into the most beautiful voice I've ever heard. Deeply saddened and with tears streaming down, she stopped singing at a high note. I can't take my eyes off her. Everything in her seemed so perfect, from her beauty and her ability to sing. Beyond that, she has a charm I just realized tonight. It could be because I just understood she wasn't an ordinary girl.

The atmosphere broke when he managed to finish the song. No one is not crying. Santri-santri also feel the joys and sorrows that blend into one under this tent. It could be that they end up ringing their parents at home. Issues that are mutually unpretentious are proof that he can make others explore his feelings. In the next minute, he said many things. She summed up all her heart with a sentence that I could summarize into three words, she was very sad.

The show is over, food is distributed. The ones in the pulpit were led to the ndalem by the guidance of one of the sons santri who directly directed us to the living room. There have been provided some mainstay menus and special menus.

Kulirik Fizah who was muttering the arm of Bu Mini. It seems that he is really not ready for his farewell. In fact, he himself seemed to be indifferent to Bu Nyai Ridhaa, his own biological mother. Be aware. He was raised by simple hands. With love that is not lacking.

"Cirose is the nembe of the hospital, Mas?" ask mom nyai.

Translation: (Say how did you just get out of the hospital, Mas?)

"Yes. It's healthy now."

"Monggo, Yi," said Kiai Bahar.

"Nduk Tsaniya nyuwun maem nopo?"

Translation: (Nduk Tsaniya asked what to eat?)

"Mboten, Bah." She shook her head.

"Eat, Zah."

He shook his head again.

"Tsaniya Tabriz, Mas." Miss Nyai Ridhaa reminded.

"Oh, I'm not used to it yet."

"Yaz, how did you get out of the hospital? Is it really healthy?"

"Yaz, eat first." Ummi nudged my arm.

"Can't eat that heavy, Mi."

"Yes Greetings, Ummi forgot. I've eaten anything that you could eat."

I'm back focusing on Tsaniya. "I'm healthy. You have to take care of your health. Don't be too sad."

Tsaniya becomes ngalem. He held his head on his mother's shoulder. He shook his head again when he was presented with a plate of rice with rabbit satay.

"That's your favorite, Dek," said Fakhar.

"Can I excuse you for a minute?"

"Wonten guest yo grill neng kene ae." Kiai.

Translation: (There are guests who remain in siji only)

"It's okay, Yi. Maybe Tsaniya needs to talk to her mom."

"Son, don't go through that. I'm still here until tomorrow. I'm gonna come home the day after."

"Truly, yes, Buk."

"Come." Mini's mama stroked Tsaniya's head.

Nyai Ridhaa's mother looked at the two of them. I can catch the smell of jealousy there. But, that face also tried to understand. Then, smile. Bu nyai's hand stroked Tsaniya's thigh.

"What?" He looked at me for a moment.

"On yesterday."

"Yesterday?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Oh, that one."

Everyone looked at me and Tsaniya took turns. Asking in the face.

"What's in the hospital?" Fakhar asked.

"Yes." Yeah."

"What are you talking about?"

"Look, Yi. I actually have another point that I would like to express here. This has to do with what I knew that night Yi. Tonight, I want to repeat that statement."

Everyone focused on looking at me. Especially Miss Nyai Ridhaa and Tsaniya.

"Woh, iko's proposal?".

"Yes, Yi. I would like to propose to Tsaniya Tabriz. I want to make a wife who will be able to accompany me."

"Mas, did you ever call Tsaniya?"

"I came here to see Tsaniya, Nyai's mother. Fakhar knows that too."

"Yazeed told us who Fizah was. Uh, Iha it turns out Fizah is Tsaniya's daughter panjenengan, Ms. Ridhaa. I added marem." Ummi.

"Yazeed this is how it is, Yi Bahar. I have been married three times. If that is to be taken into consideration, yes monggo. Go ahead. It's okay."

What I said was like I wanted to say later. Not all parents will be willing when his daughter is proposed by a widower who has been married three times. I don't expect too much either. Tsaniya is a young girl, ayu, and menis-menis.

"I'm ready if asked to wait until Tsaniya has finished her rote."

I looked at Tsaniya who kept looking at me. I don't know what he's thinking. When it comes to my seriousness, maybe he doesn't doubt it anymore because I've already confirmed it.

"Yaz, how many years?" Ummi.

Kutole. "Three to four years. Tsaniya is seventeen years old, Mi."

"Not too late?" ummi whispers.

"No."

"It has. Let Yazeed decide for himself, Mi." Abah kept Ummi from talking too much.

"Niki lak mboten keseso to answer?" Very courteously, Kiai Bahar asked that.

Translation: (It's not a rush, is it, the answer?)

"No. Whatever has happened to me in the past, everything can be considered. If I am alone, God willing, I am ready to accept whatever Tsaniya's past is. Bad thing I accept." In the middle of that sentence I saw Tsaniya.

"Remember the words of Ibuk first, yes, son," said Bu Mini. And, I don't know what I've talked about before.

"Which one, Buk?"

"In the letter. But, I'm not entitled to anything, son. But, it must be the same Miss Nyai lo yo."

Tonight was an episode. I hope tomorrow I can still touch it. 🤗🤗🙏 Thank you for your comments, votes, and support, as well as your prayers. 🌹