FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 160 "As Exchanged"

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*Ufi Yasmina Madah

Alhamdulillahot...

That's the last sentence still ringing in my head. Fathers and mothers who are just ordinary people must feel very flattered when their daughters are proposed by children kiai. Not because of the honor of crazy. But this is the first time anyone has come to apply and the applicants are not ordinary people. Regardless of his background that was enough to make me shudder, father and mother finally still accepted the proposal. He said, askutu tadullu 'ala na'am. Silence sign agreed.

I kept quiet because I thought. Does this feel like being proposed? I stupefied. Maybe because I already knew who that man was, where he came from, what his background was, and who the woman he had applied for before. I'm not actually crying. Not sad either. For in a period of time that I could not have foreseen, I had obtained the ring of the peningset which had now been coiled on the ring finger of my left hand. A ring whose price I couldn't estimate. From the shape alone it has been seen that gold with expensive diamonds. Which will not be able to be bought by people quite like my family.

Is this the first journey of my love? Not as grandiose as Ning Tabriz had experienced? There will be no bitter sweetness. Precisely tasteless. Do I really have a husband? Not from ordinary people? This sudden? Is this my match?

I counted the rest of the memorization I had to memorize later. Still plenty. It hasn't been a tabarukan for forty days that I've dreamed of ever since I got into this pesantren. Could not, I already intend to pursue the target of the tabarukan.

I returned to the boarding school after azan isya. I actually told you to tomorrow. But I'm going to be back today. My needs are done. It is also certain that I will marry him even though the date cannot be ascertained.

I just want to take that ring off. But, I'm afraid of missing. I was told to wear it and not drop it.

"Have you got a bojo candidate how not as often?" ask paklik.

"The figure I have to cengengesan to, Paklik, Paklik."

"Usually arek wedok if again excited, must smile themselves."

"What if men don't, Paklik?"

"Click again about you (you) it's lo. What if it's a man."

"I can't believe it, Lek. Mondok is not finished, memorization is still less, eh soul mate is waiting."

"Soale your jodom again just wait. Iyo to?"

"Hehe. I used to want to know what it was like, Lek. What a real thing, yeah."

"Human destiny is not the same. There are so many people who still have to wait long for their request in the ACC Gusti Allah. Some are just asking, it is not really, but immediately granted. Contone yo you (you)."

"Take it, Lek."

The gate is not yet closed. There are santri kang-kang who are still relaxing while chatting and memorizing alfiyah votive temple in saung.

I got off the car. I almost tiptoed because I was called Mr. Nizam from behind.

"Where's Mr Nizam from?"

"No. From there." While pointing in an unclear direction from which side. Like the origin of pointing index finger.

"Ooh."

"Ufi's sister can we have a chat, Ma'am?"

"Can, Sir. About what?"

"Talk where, yeah, let it be good? Are you comfortable or not when you see the son santri on the terrace of the room and in the saung?"

"Well, if it's important, let's talk in front of the kitchen, sir."

"Oh, yes."

Mr. Nizam closed the gate. Before he followed me, he seemed to be watching the front of the boarding school.

"Sir Nizam again what?"

"No no. We'll talk directly. You put your bag in your room."

"Maybe Ning Tabriz hasn't slept. If I go in, I will have a long conversation. Monggo just sat in front of the kitchen, sir."

Seeing Mr. Nizam several times looking straight, far towards the front of the boarding gate, I suspected something. The ninja attacks of 2004. So horrible. Do not let there be bad events like that again in this pesantren. I don't want this pesantren to go viral not because of predicate and achievement.

"Sir Nizam, what are you talking about, sir? Gennyan just say it."

"What do you know about Fizah?"

"I have to answer which one is this, sir?"

"Mmmm.not really much I know, sir. Ning was open, but as for the matter that she felt was very secretive, she never told me. If I press him that way, maybe he'll talk, but not everything."

Mr. Nizam looks a little agitated. He thought of something.

"Did he ever feel threatened?"

"What's threatened, sir, you mean?"

"People are disturbed for example."

"No." I answer while shaking.

"Yes already. Thanks though. You can rest. I'm ahead."

When viewed up close, it turns out that Mr. Nizam is indeed handsome. His voice that does not talk much, polite, and typical speech sounds that have sounded melodious even though not being singed. Beard hair that is not thick, but charming. The way to look also has an alluring charm. My fingernails are ringed with pingsets. Still I admire people who have been betrothed to my own ningku.

The door's locked. I went to the front door. Kuketuk very slow. Maybe someone was standing guard in the living room. I waited a few minutes until someone opened it.

"Mbak Fi? It's old?" chirps Ning Tabriz.

I'm budging. "Hehe. Notwithstanding. It's ten minutes."

He grabbed my finger. I want to pull it straight away and I can't hide it. The diamond ring penset was too conspicuous. Too fancy on my finger. Sungkan. Ning Tabriz would obviously be shocked to hear who had proposed to me.

"Fix is accepted, huh?" She's staring.

"Come in. I was waiting in your room, Ma'am, to fall asleep."

The door locks again.

We sat on the lip of the bed.

"Congratulations, Ma'am. Finally got proposed."

"Ning, but you don't get mad yo."

"Why angry? I'm happy, Ma'am."

"Please don't be angry."

"What should I be sorry about? The problem is nothing."

"I'm in Gus Yazeed's room."

His eyes widened. "Yaz's Volunteer?"

"Sorry." I put my hands down.

Ning Tabriz removed the bracelet on his left hand. Then, put it on me.

"Well?"

"No. This is for you. You deserve it." He smiled stiffly.

"No. Here's yours. I can't accept."

I'm trying to let go. But, his gaze persuaded Rayu. He's controlling me from there. "But it doesn't have to be like this, Ning."

"It has. You should accept that bracelet. Don't lose and don't take it off. That way, everything will be better."

"Ning, believe that Mr. Nizam is a good man. I can see it from his eyes."

"You also have to be able to accept and not look at the past. Yaz is also a good man" he said.

"Ning, I'm taking my graduation. What good am I gonna do now?"

"You go on with everything, Ma'am."

"sorry. I did not expect it myself either.

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