FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 158 "Mosaic"

*Tsaniya Tabriz

I saw Bang Fakhar playing with Kak Ulya. True abah said, where maybe Bang Fakhar will leave Kak Ulya if only they had been to the evening contest. Bang Fakhar used to say that he would accompany me to study abroad, it was because he had not felt the love of Kak Ulya. The happy faces were radiant as they were being looked at more deeply. And, in a few days I heard they were planning a honeymoon to Bali or Papua. If it allows them to go to Raja Ampat, they will go there because it is the first choice.

Ummik approached me who was hugging the Koran while daydreaming in the corner of the living room.

"Kok lemes? Durung maem?" (Kok lemes? Not eating?) Ummik smile.

I'm shaking.

"Maem sing akeh bene lemu, Nduk. Mbesok lek fitting rabbi bene ketoro ginuk-ginuk. But, saiki focus naji dik yo. Blondes dino Ummik ngrasakne apalane sampeyan added pengagani, kok Ummik miker ngene.luweh becik yen rabimu nunggu completed apalan ae yo, Nduk. The sampeyan mesakne. Pripun?"

Translate: (Eat a lot to be fat, Nduk. Later if you get married let it look ginuk-ginuk. But, now focus on njai first, yes. Some days Ummik sense of your rote more smoothly, kok Ummik think this way.It is better if your marriage is waiting for khatam memorization only, yes, Nduk. Ummik pity you how?)

That's exactly what I want to hear. My fear disappeared for a moment. Ummik kupeluk.

"Worship nuwun, Mik." I'm really relieved. My breath escaped freely.

"So, Ummik will discuss this with Mr. Nizam right?"

"But, can the opo sampeyan go through a year and a half?"

Translation: (But, are you willing to lay it out for only a year and a half?)

"One and a half years, Mik?" I'm not so sure. Sounds like it's too soon.

"Ummik mbiyen (formerly) completed a year, Nduk."

"Niya doesn't know what to do."

"Yen targete dicepetne, sampeyan iso luweh spirit. Added greget. Iso cheque."

Translate: (If the target is accelerated, you can be more enthusiastic. Add gereget. Can hurry)

I nodded unsure. At least I'll try it first. At least I won't marry Mr. Nizam right away. I can buy time like Bang Fakhar stalling his wedding day.

"Mengko Ummik does not talk about karo Mas Nizam."

Translation: (Later Ummik talked to Mas Nizam)

"Mik, can't Niya study abroad?"

"What is dhawuh pripun?" (Saying how?)

"Just go to college in Magetan."

Ummik stroked my head. "Nduk, Ummik's year pithulas karo Abahmu did not meet until soonyan."

Translation: (Nduk, seventeen years Ummik and Abahmu did not meet you)

Their reasons are the same. And I could not escape the sorrow of ummik for seventeen years. There will be no cure, but by meeting.

"Yen sampeyan wants recreational opo honeymoon neng abroad ndak opo-opo, Nduk."

Translation: (If you want recreation or honeymoon abroad is okay, Nduk)

"Snap, Mik. But, will Mr Nizam serve immediately before we get married?"

"depends. Yen daweke ready and no problem. Pondok yo again need a teacher. New school year santrine insyaallah added akeh."

Translate: (Depends. If he's ready, it doesn't matter. The cottage also needs teachers. New school year santrinya insyaallah increased a lot)

"Mik, if you need a new teacher, just recruit from the alumni of the cottage who is ready to serve."

"Continue pripun?" Ummik gave me space to express my opinion.

"But, if the devotee is told to settle, automatically the cottage must also be ready for special housing ustadz and ustadzahnya. The funds are bigger, but later it's better because at any time they can be needed."

"Santrine is not too good (many), Nduk."

"The cottage activity needs to be overhauled, Mik. So that the devotees who are ready can get a special place to assess their knowledge. At least if it's early, there's an extra."

Translation: (Ummik glad you follow the thought of the cottage, Nduk)

"Oh, no by the way there is no Ufi Ma'am kok deserted nggeh?"

"Ummik wingi kok dipamiti ngene to, Nduk. Jarene Paklike iku, Ms. Ufi arepe application."

Translated: (Ummik yesterday kok in this situation, Nduk. Said his Uncle, Mbak Ufi want a proposal)

"Suit, Mik?" Of course I'm surprised. Ufi says nothing. Or, previously he also did not know the matchmaking.

"Arep ternanne, Nduk." (You're introduced, Nduk)

"Who's with you, Mik? Ummik has his house number or hape?"

"Neng hapene your brother kae lo." (In his Hape your brother was lo)

"Bang Fakhar's sleeping yet, huh?" my inner.

I'm not getting up. Sungkan want to disturb newlyweds who choose to mruput to the room.

"Kiro-kiro sesok afternoon Mbak Ufi wis balek, Nduk."

Translation: (About tomorrow afternoon Ufi has returned, Nduk)

In the end the desire of Ufi Mbak was impeached. I wonder who he will be making a match with. Will he accept the man's proposal? Duh, Ufi ma'am I hope your story doesn't end like mine. I hope you will marry the person you want. Then, you can build love before the bond exists.

Both those who deposit at the beginning and at the end, new students are allowed to return to the ghurfah (room) each when it is a big clock in the corner of the pontri hall clinking very hard, too, at the same time wake up the santri who actually fell asleep as soon as they finished their queue. Although my status has changed, but it does not change the santri activities that I have participated in. It's just that if I don't want to come along, no one will dare interrogate me and punish me for takzir. The afternoon activity ended at five in the afternoon. But, I deliberately went down first because I can't wait for the arrival of Ufi Ma'am.

I walked up the stairs in a hurry. Half ran up to the pontri gate. Instantly I stopped the step. I hid in the wall ndalem which became the fence of the courtyard of the princess. There's Mr. Nizam outside. I had a frontal question yesterday. The shame is still in the face. I set my intention back early. Why should I be ashamed of facing it. After all, a person like him would not do neko-neko. I'm turning back. Take a step forward and widen your eyes.

"Allahu akbar's. Demit, Yes Allaaaah."

My heart's pounded for a moment. With a stutter my hand almost hit. Mr. Nizam suddenly stood in front of me.

"What about yesterday?"

"Haduuuh," my inner.

"You don't want me to touch you?"

I turned my face. Pretending not to listen.

"Are you sure I can't touch you?"

My ears are getting bigger. It seems like he was deliberately discussing something that I had deliberately avoided.

"If I touch you now what, Ning?" Hands approaching.

"Awas, yes, macem-macem." I grunt.

I saw his lips hold a smile. But, I really feel uncomfortable. I'll leave immediately. I just realized I was only once able to act judes in front of him. I usually stay quiet and don't care. He made me feel bad. But why am I this thick. I let out a breath. Looks like pramens. Three more days my moon comes.

"Ufi's mother?"

No one's saying. I opened the door to Ufi's room that was not locked even though the residents came home. So that if we need something in his room, we don't have to work hard. Niente.

"Bang Fakhar by the way, where are you going, huh?" my inner. I don't want to talk to him about anything. I guess I could take the newlyweds time. This afternoon they were suddenly not home. Ah, nevermind.

I saw a vase of flowers in the living room. The flowers are withered. Must replace. I brought a knife from the kitchen to the front of the house. Coincidentally the roses planted under the pesantren fence wall there are already some that are blooming. The paper flowers are in full bloom. When I looked to the left, I saw Mr. Nizam playing a device. He seemed to be pointing his fingers in any direction. Like being looking for an angel to aim at something or being videoing the atmosphere of the pesantren when it looks from the front.

I try to ignore it. I picked up roses and paper that were already in bloom. I also want to pick jasmine flowers that appear to have decorated their lush leaves. But, the flower grew near the saung. That's not. Two flowers are enough.

Suddenly something fell in front of me. Something covered in white. I throw my eyes towards the front. I make sure there's no one. No son santri comes out of the pesantren yard. They were resting in their rooms and in the pendopo of the mosque. I take it slowly. I doubt. I'm afraid it's something dangerous. Before I touched it, Mr. Nizam took it first. Open it without talking to me. It was just a rock. Mr. Nizam threw it, then read the writing on the paper to wrap the stone. Then he ripped the paper.

"Why, Sir?"

"Nothing. That's a lot of jasmine blooming there." He even slid in. But, I saw it like I wasn't really intent on talking to me. He thought of something.