FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 164 "Approval"
*Nizami's Ibban
"Yo Abah dewe sakjane biyen plan yo sewulan rong wulan bar Fakhar rabbi, until then. But, koyone Niya abot. Abah mesakne, Zam. Maybe think dekne iseh kok wis's daughter dikon ndang rabbi."
Translation: (Ya Abah himself actually planned yes a month and two months after Fakhar married, you followed. But, it seems Niya objected. Abah pity, Zam. Maybe he was a kid and was told to get married soon)
I'm mangosteen.
"Jenenge wong rabbi ki biasane nduwe son, Zam. Niya iseh wedi perkoro kui."
Translation: (The name of the married person usually immediately have a child, Zam. Niya is still afraid of that)
"I don't mind, Bah."
"Lho, tenan opo piye, Zam?" (Lho really what, Zam?) Abah laughs at me. Half of them don't believe.
Looking at that water, I couldn't help but smile. "Ngggeh insyaallah, Bah."
"Dan?" (Totally?)
My laughter came out again. "Gggdeh if arrested can, Bah."
"Percoro sing halale rakyo angel to, Zam? Opo maneh perkoro kui karo berkae yo gede reward."
Translation: (Holding something that is obviously halal is difficult, right, Zam? Moreover, it has great rewards and blessings)
I wanted to divert the conversation. Being tested for questions like that makes me awkward and unsure. I can't help but laugh. I'm afraid my laughter will just come off.
"Not opo ora, Zam?" (Foul or not, Zam?)
"Duko, Bah."
"Kok ora eroh ki piye, Zam, Zam." (Kok doesn't know how it is, Zam, Zam)
Coffee's coming. It was sent by the man I was messing with.
"So I paid, yeah, Mom."
"Here you go, my mom."
"Let me deliver the glass."
He's nodding. Go awayl.
"Sampeyan don't worry, Zam. As long as uwong kui gelem taqwa marang Gustine, Gusti ora will lali karo creature."
Translation: (You don't have to worry, Zam. As long as the person is willing to fear his Lord, God will not forget his creatures)
It seemed to be my answer that did not want me to speed up the marriage contract.
"Enggeh, Bah."
"Niya ki opo ayu, Zam?" (Well, what's beautiful, Zam?)
What other question is that? My laugh came off again, softly.
"Koyo cah wedok. Yen dakadoni answer mung ngguyu-ngguyu. Fiddling."
Translation: (Not like girls. When asked, the answer is laughter. Smile)
"Women's names must be pretty, Bah."
"Well endi karo Ufi?" (Which beauty is Ufi?)
"Ning Niya's." I really can't help but smile. From earlier the corner of my lips automatically attracted when abah accompanied his question with a telisik gaze full of intent. Also with a thin smile.
"Yowis ngene ae. Mocking Abah doesn't talk about Niya's karo."
Translation: (It is like this. Abah talks to Niya later)
"Snack, Bah."
"Sampeyan sing patiently. Don't be so upset."
Translated: (You are patient. No need to rush)
"Oh God, Bah." I still have the same expression.
Ba'da isha. The activities of santri putra afterwards also remain sorogan Koran. The deposit of memorization and murajaah for those who read the Quran has been fairly smooth. Tahsin for those who mastery of reading the Quran has not been smooth. Finished at half ten.
I'm not calling. I approached him. I want to talk to Fizah about something. I wait for bu nyai to enter ndalem.
"Ning Niya?"
Steps ceased. Obtained.
"Yes?"
"I want to talk."
"Monggos. By the way, sir."
"Here you go?"
"Yes." Yeah." His tone still sounded cold even though I had changed my attitude. I always use a soft voice with choice words.
Bracelet. I need to make sure what bracelet Yazeed meant. I looked at his hand. But, I didn't get any bracelets. His sleeves are also covered. He also realized that I was watching his hand. He clasped his hand. Throwing a strange and clumsy look.
"Ning Niya?" chirping Ufi in the middle of the kitchen door.
"Oh, seriously?"
"No, Ma'am Fi. Why?" He looked at Ufi.
"If it's serious, let me go it's okay."
"Don't. Why, Ma'am?"
"You want me to cook nasgor. I want you, Ning."
My focus is on Ufi's left arm. What is the bracelet Yazeed means?
"Wouldn't that bracelet be in Fizah?" Question loose.
The two looked at me in unison. Their dreams are not the same. Fizah between shocked half dislike, while Mbak Ufi shocked half embarrassed.
"Mak Ufi make it first. I'm following."
He looked back at me. "Where did Mr Nizam know about it?"
"Is your relationship that close to Yazeed?"
"Sorry Mr. Nizam. But, it would be best if we didn't involve that name. I have nothing with him."
"Tell?" I tested.
"Yazeed has proposed to Ufi."
"When?" It was my turn to be surprised. If it was true that the proposal had been implemented, Yazeed should not have behaved like that yesterday. He should not be jealous of women who are getting married, while he himself is getting married.
"When Ufi's father came home."
But, free I forced Fizah to be honest with me. Where could he want to. I am still often reluctant. A woman will be hard to be honest about her feelings. I'm ending.
"OKAY. Ngapunten. I'm so sorry. Then I'll just talk about our future. How's it?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You're comfortable standing like this?"
"We'll just sit there." He pointed at the front seat of the kitchen.
"I'm sorry if I offended, but I know you're still under threat today."
"No. I'm calm here."
"Not lie to me."
"Sir, this isn't about njenengan. He said he wanted to talk about marriage."
"Let me marry you. I was ready to accept your terms at that time."
"Haaa?"
"Abidden though?"
I must accept with complete conviction.
"Yes." Yeah."
His face was suddenly confused. No words were said later.
"That's all I want to talk about. Later your Abah will talk about this with you as well. You can explain everything to Abah. No need to answer in front of me. It's night. Sleepless spit, Ning."
He just nodded at her. Then, say hello. Her voice softened.
"If all this is my destiny, send it all forth, O Allah. Launch it!" my inner.
📞"Assalamu'alaikum, Buk?"
📞"Wa'alaikumussalam."
📞"Why haven't you slept?"
📞"Hud just called your Ma'am, Le. How's development?"
📞"Alhamdulillah. Hope everything is good. Do it, yeah, Buk."
📞"Aamiin. Like it can't be accelerated, yeah nothing. The important thing is, right, in the end you yo tetep will marry that Ningmu."
📞"Yes."
📞"No need to rush. God never sleeps. Your trouble, Gusti Allah must understand."
📞"Please, Buk. Take good care of yourself, yes. Do not catch a cold often. If the wind is still going to get better without being scraped, do not need to be scraped, Buk."
📞"Yes."
Ngapunten yesterday couldn't get up. Thank you for always waiting. Prayers are always reserved for me and this work. May whatever the best prayer may be, may it always come back. 😃 🙏
Happy reading. Who was it that his guess was always right from the beginning of reading this story? Or, is it often true? 😅😅🙏 Thank you for your enthusiasm.