FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 155 "In Between"
*Tsaniya Tabriz
Two weeks went by like a wind-driven termite. Darting fast after that the ndalem family is preoccupied with all****bangek preparation download montu in this pesantren. And, tonight becomes the second night after yesterday Bang Fakhar has justified Kak Ulya as his legal wife.
In this bridal room, I saw all the preparations for her makeup from the start. Sister Ulya became very beautiful like the marriage contract and walimatul 'ursy yesterday.
"What time, Dek?"
"Still at 6. Ba'da isya has to prepare everything. Sister Ulya is so beautiful."
"Daddy, when you get married, I guarantee you're even more beautiful. I've been with Ummik from childhood. Ummi's aura and intelligence must have dropped to you."
Ma'am perias is resting. Sitting on the floor and someone fell asleep. The bride is ready to take her picture in front of the decor. So even I who today also thin self without removing natural beauty.
"Daddy, selfie first." Brother Ulya immediately aimed at him after I smiled stylistically to his right.
Three shots in the same style were successfully captured.
"I lost beautiful" said Sister Ulya.
She's staring. "Sir, I'm sure your brother is a good man even if he's young."
"Sister Ulya must be patient, right? Bang Fakhar loves us all."
He nodded while smiling.
I took Ulya to the living room. She was very graceful with her lylac-colored dress. Intentionally matched with the color of decoration dominated by lavender purple residents.
Exactly seven o'clock at night download the ghost get ready to start. Subconsciously, I looked for where Mr. Nizam was sitting. Several times I surrounded the entire table of chairs filled with only about two hundred and fifty invitations, I could not find them. I also did not realize that I had questioned his absence when I was so expecting. And, I also suspect he did not arrive at this boarding school because there was an unwanted incident on the way. The last time I confirmed it again, I realized. It turns out that I also expected him to come to meet a special invitation. But the face I missed was clearly in front of me. He appeared suddenly.
"You surprised me."
I looked at her appearance from head to toe.
"Why? Strange or not panting?"
"What's the difference between weird and untroubled, Yaz." I laughed at.
I put my thumb up while trying to get away from him. I hold back a smile.
Yazeed. Whispering, "Where's your future husband?"
"Ah, already. Don't talk about it, Yaz."
I took a long breath. We finally faced. "He hasn't come yet. Don't know why."
"But, you're calm, aren't you, today?"
I watched Yazeed once again. When faced with me, I did not find the hard and authoritative Yazeed. I made a smile for him. "Yes. I'm a grin."
He is too. Smile more widely. I am happy because of his presence here. But, maybe he didn't interpret my smile because of that.
"Yaz, if you eat carefully, yes. Reduce smoking. You haven't healed properly."
"Yes, my mother is beautiful."
"Chose, dreadlocks." I took a step towards leaving.
I sat inside accompanying Kak Ulya and Bang Fakhar who were preparing to be led to the pelaminan. While observing the atmosphere of the pesantren that became dense, I focused towards the main door of the guest. Of all the invitations that wear fancy dress-wani, there is no one I know anymore. I also haven't found the faces of Ning Ala and her husband.
"Wait for Kang Nizam, Deck?"
"Hmm?"
"Wait for who?"
"No, Bang."
Bang Fakhar finally called someone. Beards afterwards.
"Still on the road. There's no way he's not coming. Just wait for it."
Turns out Bang Fakhar knew who I was waiting for. But why should I wait for him. It would be more beneficial for me if Mr. Nizam and his mother could not attend this wedding.
Bang Fakhar and Kak Ulya walked together through the red carpet by hand. Tabuh tambana reverberates loudly. With a very good sounding vocal. But, the tambourine's horn reminded me of my mother's figure. It is a pity that I refused to come with such a subtle reason. Ibuk pamit chose to sell in the market when ummik asked him to come here. But, I know that my mother is actually avoiding me now. I did not focus on absorbing the expensive qiyam that had been puffed in half.
I was still standing next to the empty seat in the front row. Two rows of sofa chairs are reserved for ndalem and kiai families who are invited. Yazeed.
"Where's your future husband?"
"Yaz, no other questions?"
"If you were standing there we both were. Meet one beautiful woman who is here and she is as brave as you are" he said.
"You can just choose, Yaz. There are a variety of people here." I respond accordingly. Because when he talked about it, I didn't have words that I thought were enough to satisfy him.
The invitees simultaneously sat down as the atmosphere turned silent for a moment. I sat in front of Yazeed, while his parents were on the left. My heart is filled with rage. Imagine what will be announced by you. I'm not ready to listen to him.
Alhamdulillahot. How are you doing with ssmuanya? Must be healthy inner birth. Thank God after 8 days not up, can be up 5 at once. From yesterday I have written, but it turns out I can not focus so the result is only a little. With regard to the race I participated in, thank God thanks to the prayers of everyone, including panjenenen, everything happened in accordance with my expectations. Thank you and happy reading, yes. _____đ¤đ¤đš