FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 149 "The Abah and Ummik"

*Tsaniya Tabriz

Yazeed and his parents left about an hour ago. The pesantren began to be filled with silence. Tabuh tambana has been completed after all the santri disperse. Only the clang of the spoon is left in contact with the plate. Some santri who are busy in the beginning until the completion of this event eat food later. Also the tambourine tambourine who did not have time to eat because when all the santri are welcome to eat the menu, they actually accompany the friendly event with a treat of five songs.

I still can't welcome tomorrow. That would be the last day I met my mother as the daughter she had raised. Because since I have been re-crowned as the original daughter of this Al-Furqan pesantren, my name is no longer Ranaa Hafizah, but Tsaniya Tabriz.

We were still gathered in the living room. Still with full staff. Also with an unchanged sitting position. Furthermore, abah and ummik will definitely discuss the Yazeed proposal repeated for the second time. The two of them, he declared them directly in front of my biological parents. I really appreciate his true intentions. I am happy to welcome that. But, it does not seem that easy I will unite with Yazeed, either because of the background of him who was married three times or ummik who once betrothed me to Mr. Nizam.

I used to ignore it because I'm not Tsaniya. But, when after Tsaniya was back in the form of Ranaa, I was upset to listen to my request that you be given time to answer Yazeed's proposal. If the proposal is accepted, it is impossible to suspend it. Abah knows exactly who Kiai Abad and his wife are. Moreover, Yazeed himself who often came here to deal with Bang Fakhar.

"Well, pripun niki?" (Well, how's this?)

"She, Le?" Abah asked Bang Fakhar.

"If he's willing, don't know if I'm up to him, Bah. But, Bah, if I really want to go to college with Tsaniya."

"Lecture yo what to you mean?"

Translation: (Lecture also memorized so you mean?)

"Norgh, Bah. Ummik must agree too, right?"

I can only hear them talking to each other. My mother told me to stay calm.

"Lek Ummik piye...Ngeten, Bah, lha Ummik niko, right, sampun never matur to teng njenengan. Ummik niku srek srek kaleh santrine njengan namine Nizam niko, lo."

Translated: (Lose Ummik how yes... Look, Bah, Iha Ummik that, right, has already told Abah. Ummik was already matched with his santrinya Abah whose name is Nizam lo)

"Senduk nolak ngono. Pripun, Nduk Tsan?"

Translation: (Snacks refuse that. How about, Nduk Tsan?) Abah looked at me.

To be honest, I haven't decided anything.

"Honest ae, Nduk!" pinta. He whispered.

Bang Fakhar also told me to speak with his gaze.

"My old skunk did reject it, Bah."

"But, Sakjane lek according to Abah yo Nizam Iku slick. But, Abah yo ndak mekso, Nduk. Lawong yo jodo orane ki grill kersane Gusti Pengeran."

Translation: (But, actually if according to Abah ya Nizam is good. But, Abah ya don't force, Nduk. Lawong yes mate or not it remains with the permission of Allah)

"That means Abah manut Ummik ngoten?"

"Ndak ngono Mik. Lek Yazeed iku Abah yo ndak so trouble. Nanging Lek compared to Nizam, Abah demen karo Nizam. Nyapo? Yazeed maeng, deweke matur Tsaniya arepe diboyong neng Darul Amin. Lha upomo lek karo Nizam, Nizam iso ra iso yo diboyong rene. Melu open-open santri kene, Mik. Fits opo ora? Abah ndak kesanne statuse Nizam sing nuduk anak kiai. Agomone mantep tree, wis jejeg, Abah wis col."

Translation: (Not like that, Mik. If Yazeed was Abah, it was not so problematic. But compared to Nizam, Abah likes him. Why that? Yazeed earlier, he said Tsaniya would be brought to Darul Amin. Like Nizam, Nizam must be brought here. Take care of the santri-santri here, Mik. What fits ndak? Abah did not dispute the status of Nizam who was not a child. The point of his religion mantep, already strong, Abah has been separated)

"Change, I agree." Bang Fakhar who once said he wanted to take me to study abroad must have been very supportive of abah's consideration. Because it would also make it easier for me and him to go to college. Still in the estimate if the lecture discourse was approved abah and ummik.

"Rubby, Nduk?" Ummik made sure I also considered that. After, I think-thinking-the consideration is true. Yazeed's only child was also a man. She must have been much more entitled to take me to her house. For my parents, it was just the opposite. It turns out that's how you look to determine the future of this daughter's child.

"Son, Umik and Abahmu just met up, son. Did sampeyan tego leave them?"

Although the distance of Al-Furqan and Darul Amin is not far, I also allow the words of mother. But, why go with Mr Nizam? Wasn't there another man who was his choice? If I tried to avoid it, they would ask, urging me to give the answer. That answer clearly has something to do with my past that I'm not ready to explain to anyone other than Yazeed and Ratna.

"Later talk to Ibuk yo. I want something" whispered my mother.

"Well, mending ngeten mawon, Mas Nizam ken mriki kaleh Ibune. Yen is ready, saget dados boosters. The answer to Yazeed was decided. Pripun?"

Translation: (Well, just like this, Mas Nizam was asked to come here with his mother. If you are ready, it can be a booster. Only later would the answer to Yazeed be decided. How's it?)

"Well, but yesterday I told Kang Nizam to forget his marriage to Tsaniya. As if he had already gotten his hands on it, would Abah be looking for another man?"

"Ndakn't. Ben jodone your brother teapot dewe."

Translation: (No need. Let your brother come alone)

"Kadose kok dereng angsal to, Bah."

Translated: (It looks like you haven't got it yet, Bah)

"Must be confirmed first. Fakhar, call him, Le."

"Well, but actually if the problem of the soul mate is Tsaniya God willing easy. Tsaniya beautiful and pinter. I am also a lot of male friends who are definitely ready to glance at my adorable sister. Yeah, Deck, huh?" Bang Fakhar tried to tease me.

"Here, Le," sergeant ummik.

It's late at night. The empty room adjoining Bang Fakhar's room, has been neatly arranged. Mattress cleaned, bed linen installed, old worn fan has been replaced with a new one as well as fragrant room. Two nights I was still sleeping in the guest room of the princess cottage because the room was still being renovated. Tonight, Ummik told me to occupy my own room.

"Try it, kid, I'm asking you to be honest. You tell me everything what to rest."

"It's hard not to be angry and not cry."

"Will I?"

"It could be, Buk."

"Come on. My mother will not cry. I'm not gonna be nervous."

Maybe it's time. That's so I can get a defense to choose a man other than Mr. Nizam.

"Your mother?"

"Open?"

"The judge is a bad man."

"You mean, son?"

"I never worked in a factory."

The movement of my mother's hand that brushed my hair immediately stopped. I straightened my body. I'm staring.

"Hud don't be surprised. Because that makes it hard to be honest, it's because I'm worried about Mom."

Mom kept looking at me.

"Oh, all this time I've been lying to Ibuk. Why did I never send money? Because I never get halal money there, Buk. I'm there to be a woman of the night."

Ibuk. I could see the mimic of mother's face changed, but was deliberately arrested.

"Keep how?"

"When I said I was going to the boarding school with Mr. Nizam that afternoon, Mas Hakim came after me. Mr. Nizam is coming. Mr. Nizam humbled me, Buk. Turns out he'd caught me running away from that place. And, when I managed to escape from that place, it was actually Mr. Nizam who helped. That nightclub with Mr. Nizam's house isn't far away, Buk."

"Ratna got pregnant because she was impregnated?" My mother became serious.

I nodded slowly.

My mother held both of my shoulders. "Then, how is the fate of this child of Ibuk? Piye? Is the sampeyan still intact, son?" Mother's eyes glazed over.

"Nilah, Buk. There are so many miracles I've experienced there."

She hugged me while giving thanks. I pecked my head many times.

"What would happen if Abah and your Ummik knew?"

"That's what I'm worried about, Buk."

"Sampeyan refused Mas Nizam because of sampeyan pegel?"

"Yes, Buk. I'm afraid he hasn't fully understood my past."

"But, son, you must always remember that the heart will not always be the same. It doesn't have to be, son. If in one second a lot of things can change, especially in a month. He's already apologizing, isn't he, son?"

I nodded.

"I'm sorry he. No human is perfect. Now Ibuk asks, until (liked) Yazeed what because he wants to take refuge from the past?"

"I don't know, Buk."

"Iku's Ruling Wigs sometimes give a similar test of enjoyment. Opo sampeyan didn't think this way, son? Mas Yazeed sent Gusti Pangeran neng to be limited as a test, whether with his presence until he chose to leave to meet the requests of parents or obey his own will."

I honestly never thought it would go that far. But, Yazeed came like an angel.

"God willing to be happy in the afterlife, son, if you obey parents. I'm sure sampeyan ki sweet boy sing manut. Mother pray. Must be praying. Mr. Nizam said you did, it must be because he was shocked."

"But, unlike Yazeed, Buk."

"Yazeed has a big problem. And Sampeyan had big dreams too. I want to finish, right? Want college?"

"But, Buk..."

"There's a brother who supports. Sing brother is very nervous. Your ummmik is also ready to be born in your inner voice."

Ibuk smiled, continuing, "Son, the suarane was buagus. Mas Nizam qori lo's. Sampeyan with her podo-podo (sama-sama) has a good voice. Duet together fits, son. The race in Pamekasan November, he's champion one."

This heart is one first, nggeh. Happy reading. Thank you for your support, prayers and all. Or, anyone who recommends this story to anyone, I matur nuwun once. 🤗🌹🌹🌹