FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 159 "Special Guest"

*Ufi Yasmina Madah

One by one the seats became empty. The view only remains litter scattered, evenly distributed almost throughout the yard. As soon as the pesantren courtyard was quiet, including after Gus Yazeed finished talking to Ning Tabriz, the son santri moved to pick up the trash of mineral water cups and cardboard and some of it piled up chairs. Previously remove the white cloths on the chair. Father and mother approached me who was sweeping along with some muraqibah.

"Fi, tomorrow go home, yes," my father asked all of a sudden.

I stopped my hand sweeping.

"Cock tumbens, sir?"

"Yo nothing. Can, right?"

"But, if tonight seems like a very condescending yo, sir, want permission to Miss Nyai. People bother like this. It's not good if I say goodbye."

"Mumping Father and Mamaak here lo, Fi." Mamak.

"Yes but not lo, Mom. Sungkan. Or tomorrow if God willing I can get permission."

"Did you say the same to your Mother?"

"Tomorrow, Sir. Let's get picked up with Paklik that."

"Yo uwislah (yes that's it). Batine Mamak is here. But, it's early tomorrow morning, yeah. Paklik picked up before dawn."

"What's the matter, Mom, sir?" They don't usually ask me to come home all of a sudden.

"Tomorrow, Fi. Already malem Father and Mamak pamit."

Mamak spoke again, "Don't forget his farewell to Bu Nyai before tahajudan. Let's finish tahajudan immediately get ready to go home. Pick up tomorrow in a rented car, Fi."

"Enggeh, Mommy."

Mom and dad came home. I'll continue sweeping. Even if the reason they told me to come home was not because there would be something happy, at least what I heard tomorrow was not sad news.

Srak. Swipe in different directions. So that later the kang santri who scratched him. My sweep is done. I took a glass of mineral water while I glanced at the santri kang-kang who pick up the leftover snack in cardboard that still allows it to be eaten rather than redundant. It was thrown out. They regret that. Moreover, the walimahan snack was quite luxurious for the students who often starve at night and after tahajud. It can be a panjal without having to cook instant noodles again and again. The intestine is already curly enough to accommodate the santri's mainstay food.

Bel tahajud. But, because santri activities I heard are still off, the bell is only sunnah. Santri idlers wake up early will escape from takzir and santri diligently will wake up, then pray munfarid in their respective rooms. I'm honestly still very sleepy. Especially considering the time to dawn is still quite long. Bel tahajud sounds earlier. The reason is that if many santri-santri are lost, the time for long wiridan does not meet dawn. It's still an hour and a half away. My eyes still feel glued. I slept almost one o'clock last night. Me and the three muraqibahs had to clear all the containers of the former buffet. I was tired and very sleepy. But mom and dad's message forced me to get up. My path staggers. Throwing to the left right while holding back the sleepiness that is getting worse. It's not good if the package has come, but I'm not ready. I haven't been able to pack a change of clothes either. The plan is I won't be carrying a lot of clothes. Just two pairs. There are also many at home.

Finished shower five minutes, quickly because it can not stand the cold, I know and goods two rakaat only. No need for long. I prepared everything until half an hour later. I'm waiting for the pack outside ndalem. I sat alone in the front door of the kitchen. I saw that Mr. Nizam was just about to enter the mosque. I can't believe they finally got a match. I thought I would be the next kloter to accept Mr. Nizam's proposal. I immediately woke up. The choice cannot be wrong. Mr. Nizam must have been the man of choice. It was already very close to Ning Tabriz. Destiny is sometimes like that, yes. Even though it was rejected, if it had become the ration, it would never go anywhere.

The noise of the red panther car suddenly disappeared once in front of the gate. I tiptoed towards the gate. I told Paklik to wait for me. But, sir asked me to open the gate first. He wants to talk to me.

"What's up, Paklik?"

"hee? Matchmade, Paklik? Same who?" Nadaku spontaneously rises.

"Have said that."

"Emang I was betrothed tenan pok o. Cook I have to lie to Nyai's mom."

"Not lie to this."

"Serious view dong. I'm gerogi lo peeeh."

As asked, I finally announced on the reason of being betrothed. But, I made it up by saying that it was still the introductory stage because I did not know about this matchmaking at all.

In-house. My mother asked me to wear neat, polite, and fragrant clothes. My appearance should not be excessive, but it should be tried to be attractive. I'm just fucked. I quietly welcomed enthusiastically who the special guest who would come to the house this morning. Maybe because of the arrival of his guests early in the morning, I had to go home mruput.

Kusambi watches television in the living room. A medium-sized old-school television on the right sits me. I heard the sound of a car parked in the yard. I pressed the button off the remote. Mom and Dad came out in a bit of a hurry. How impossible it is to see what I see before my eyes. There was no rain or wind. Am I dreaming. Or, they're not actual guests. Or, they parked wrongly. But, if you look at what they bring, they are indeed their guests. Three parcels were given to the mother who was welcoming in the courtyard. I'm hiding inside. I ran there. Still not sure.

They talked lightly and sounded ungainly. It makes me curious. You were so lithe to ask the man's father a pleasantry question. While mamak still a bit stiff offer snacks in jars.

"Where's your daughter?"

"The ufi? Come here now! Bring me the drinks!" pinta.

Mamak. Followed me.

"Mom, how come they're here?"

"That's why you're out first. Let's all guests."

Mama pushed my body. But, my steps were held back.

"Shame, Mother." It was like this in the room. The shame was more than I imagined. Although quite often see it in the cottage, but see it in a time like this clearly creates a different impression.

I was standing behind my mom. Sitting slowly like the king's daughter. It's not my style at all. My chest was curved to greet them.

"Gus?" I gave you a thin smile.

He smiled the same.

Happy reading. Good evening. Hopefully widely. 😁🌹🙏💕