FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 162 "Four Eyes"
*Nizami's Ibban
As soon as I got there, I saw a car parked. Seems like it's been since. But, there was no one sitting in the front hut. And, I just realized I recognized the car. But, where is he?
As usual Darul Amin will always be a little bit of a terrible impersonation. There were always burly guards wearing black, three of them wearing blangkons. The gate is always closed. Like a place that is deliberately isolated and isolated. But, if I remember this place is also used for book studies as I saw before, this place can also be called a pesantren. The owner is named Kiai Abad. But I really don't know what this place is. I don't understand why this place isn't like any other parapet? If the person I knew was probably inside now, I should have been able to enter there unconditionally.
"Assalamu'alaikum."
"Wa'alaikumussalam."
"I haven't contacted Gus Yazeed. But I asked to meet. There is a very important need. Can you come straight in? I make sure I'm not the one who's stalking anyone here. I just want to talk four eyes to him."
"Good."
For the first time I went to Darul Amin. I never thought the place was so big. It was as if I was being treated to a small village or an isolated village. Shady and calming. It's only fitting that Ratna gets better after being here. The focus of my eyes immediately fell towards the tallest building up there. Fenced by an iron tralis inscribed with Darul Amin. Maybe it was the residence of Yazeed and Kiai Abad.
"Gus Yazeed is inside. Please wait in the gazebo."
"Here?" I pointed the residence with my chin.
The door of the house was open. Yazeed down the stairs. While smoking, he walked past the women's traffic. Sometimes nodding their heads as the women took turns calling, intending to say hello. Some women even approached him, forcing him to open his mouth. He was told to taste the food. He's a nurturing leader. Social ties in this place can be said to be well established. He returned to walk to me after giving a satiety.
"Can you leave us?" my door.
Yazeed's eyes gave a signal. The body guard.
I asked him to shake hands. "How are you?"
"What do you need?"
"Pass of Faith is here?"
"He's meeting Ratna. You want to see them too?"
"Oh, no. I'm here to talk about Fizah."
"Oh, so now you care more about him? Because you're officially her future husband?"
"Forget that! I just want to discuss the terror that someone has sent to Fizah. I thought you knew who it was."
"His name is Sumarjo and Hakim. They're father and son. Why did you just realize all that? Fizah was not safe. Just realized? Do you feel the need to solve this problem after Kiai made you a daughter-in-law?"
I caught a tone of dislike here. The question is more about jealousy. Not because of the criticism of what I did. Whether it is right or wrong.
He spoke of age spitting out his cigarette smoke. "The world is too narrow if women like them are seen as lowly women. Outside of women who have given up their pride, there are women like Fizah, Ratna, and Aynur. They are only victims of human moral decay. In that boarding school, you know, he just really sought refuge. But, until now I knew it was still not safe." He threw out that cigarette butt.
"I'm here not looking for any trouble. I just want to solve all my questions. You don't have to look for people's mistakes. Let that mistake be enough for me and Fizah. Have you never done anything wrong in your past? Sometimes it still makes you feel sorry until now. Ask yourself that! Once again I'm not here to look for you. If I could marry Fizah soon, I would marry her. And, after that he'll be entirely my responsibility."
Yazeed clucked. His face is still sour. His face water is slipping. His eyes are looking for attention elsewhere. His breath was long.
"If only I had married her, I would have been much more capable. I know better what Fizah needs and worries about." In the second sentence, he looked at me again.
True allegations. He said it was because of jealousy. Kuredam. I flicked back my voice that had previously been slightly stiffened.
"I'm asking you to tell me something."
"Ask him first about the bracelet he's wearing."
It's hard enough talking to him. Not as easy as I thought. Not easily persuaded. He's pretty loud and firm. I noticed he was prolonging the problem. Stalling it became longer with the matter of the bracelet I didn't understand. What relation?
"Obviously the man had threatened. Fizah just waited for time. Excuse me first. Assalamualaikum." I'm rising. Almost forgot. "Thank you for taking your time."
I'm not getting anything. Should have loved Fizah too, she wouldn't have acted like that. He felt he was the only one who could protect. Meanwhile, he doesn't have that authority. I, too, did not dare to do much before the sacred bond of marriage had been pledged.
Back to Al-Furqan.
Kang Bimo in the courtyard while humming softly. He washes Gus Fakhar's motor.
"Where, Mas?" He stands.
"Nil. But, I still need to have a four-eye talk with him."
"Change again at the bookstore, Mas. Monggo I'm with you!
"Just keep doing your job, Kang."
"No. I was curious about that. What terror?"
"There are those who often keep an eye on this pesantren. Please tell me, if you suspect something."
I went to the store. It just so happened that he was in front, leyeh-leyeh in the chair.
Sorry for the delay. đđ Welcome to read. Thank you for your patience and good prejudices and prayers.