FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 165 "Three At a Time"

*Tsaniya Tabriz

How could I not palpitate listening to the sentence I just heard? A sign that Mr. Nizam has agreed to accept my request. Why is he in such a hurry? Why did he tell me to tell you about my true condition? Is there something going on, and I don't know? All my questions, unfortunately, are only kept in my mouth. He showed his serious face very clearly. He can do it all if he wants to marry me soon.

I-i know. We are told to do something good. But that doesn't mean it has to be like that. What will happen to me and Mr Nizam? There will be nothing but the time I spend preparing myself before marriage. However, tonight my chest is beating faster. What Mr. Nizam said was true. Abah came back to talk about marriage with me. Also with ummik in the middle space.

I embrace the Koran I just recited a juz. I haven't had time to change my face, you've told me to docked. I immediately got off the front bed of the television. Sitting mishit down like abah and ummik.

"Niya, upamane sampeyan is married to a spit-dab opo yo gelem?"

Translation: (Niya, if you were married soon what would you be willing?)

Other things I understand. Abah does not fully give priority to his will. Here, you give me a chance to talk. In fact, as a guardian mujbir allowed to determine everything without having to hear what I want to say. But, i. Confused where to start. If I tell you about what I asked Mr. Nizam about, I'm afraid you and ummik are angry.

"What's the quickest thing, Bah? Ummik says Niya should focus on the Quran." That courage came out of nowhere. The urge felt very strong. I have to dare to say what I want. I can't just keep my mouth shut.

"Piye, Mik?"

"Sakjane lerese ngoten, Bah. Lha mangke even Alqurane mboten rampung goro-goro ngurusi lintune."

Translated: (It's actually like that, Bah. Later even the Koran is not khatam because it takes care of others)

"Snack, Bah." I reply immediately.

"Yen ngono doesn't need to go to college. Lecture biasane luweh abot. Wish the task of stacking up."

Translate: (Then don't go to college. College is usually harder. Performing a task stacked)

Could it be that I could finish memorization in one and a half years accompanied by a lecture? Memorize while in college, or memorize while married. Or, postpone college and marriage before my memorization is complete. But, I've offered something to Mr. Nizam. I was silent for a moment to pierce it. Yazeed has proposed to Mbak Ufi. I hope he has Legowo let go of all his feelings for me. I don't burden him anymore if he's found a surrogate. I will continue my dream with another man. I have to take the ass like I did under that trash.

"He's got three of them, Bah." I shuddered to hear it. The stability suddenly disappeared. Although I'm not entirely sure, I can do it first.

"Kabeh, Nduk?" Ummik is a bit cooed.

"Goddessa. If you don't try, you won't know, Mik." Nadaku remains less sure. But, another whisper said I had to live it.

After all, if it is true that Mr. Nizam is able to do it with all his heart, what I ask for will not be a problem and I can still focus on myself. The matter of heredity, abah and ummik will definitely not make me hurry it later. There is Kak Ulya who should give a grandson first to the two of them.

"But, Bah, Ummik, Niya please allow to focus on Niya's own problems. For a year and a half, or even if he was stuck for two years, Niya wanted not to be asked to teach and listen to the nursery in the cottage."

"Sampeyan opo wis sure?"

"Goddess, Mik. Abah, Ummik, pray for Niya. Niya will also tell Ibuk about this."

"Yowis. Pokoke sampeyan. Abah mung melu dongo lo yo iki."

Tomorrow Bang Fakhar leaves for his honeymoon with Kak Ulya to Bali. Not to Raja Ampat. She jokes fear of straying and not being able to go home.

"Bang, by-his, yeah. Nitip for Ibuk as well. I'd like you to tell me if we can meet again sometime."

"Okay spoiled child." Bang Fakhar's hand tore my veil neatly attached.

"Sister Ulya, can I ask you something too?"

"Hmm?" He raised an eyebrow. Approaching ears.

"Sir, splints are made with ponakan." I jokingly at the same time really expect after from Bali, a few weeks later this family was awarded the happy news of Kak Ulya's pregnancy.

"What's the joke?"

"What's he doing?" ask Bang Fakhar. Then, looking at me wickedly. She nosy pulled the tip of my hijab.

"Deey, Brother. It's neat, Ya Allooooooh." I put on a pouty face.

"The one here is jealous of this looo. Hmm hmmmmm." Ulya held out his hand. Make no face.

"You sing like this." Bang Fakhar dressing Kak Ulya. He continued Nissa Sabyan's humming. Embrace the left back of Kak Ulya then.

Abah and ummik smiled happily.

"Bang, Bang first said you want to leave Kak Ulya out of wedlock. It turns out that it's rich in glue now." I'm thieving.

"Huuuu." Bang Fakhar again ruined the order of my hijab. "Cieee wants to get married too. This is a suit as well. Just look at it later. Watch if you're worse than Brother, Dek. Not to be you." My head's clenched.

I'm thawing. "No, Bang. Already have. Brother just go there. Anyway, have to bring it."

Bang Fakhar and Kak Ulya shake hands with ummik, then abah. Three times rub the back of the hand until it makes a sound.

I heard ummik whispering, "Mugo-mugo kasel (may bear fruit)." Ummik's hand touched Ulya's stomach. "Iki gek ndang. Mugo-mugo berkah yo, Nduk." (This is a piece of content. Hope it is, Nduk)

Ulya returned to the back of the hand. "She's not, Mi."

Ummik.

The car was washed clean by Kang Bimo. But I just want to drive it myself. Refused when I told Kang Bimo to accompany me. He reasoned to be afraid of troublesome Kang Bimo as well as jokingly worried that his single heart Kang Bimo was crying poorly. In fact, I know actually brother just does not want his friendship with Kak Ulya disturbed by anyone.

Their steps away. The shadow is getting longer. Brother waved his hand before turning the steering towards the left.

If according to plan, he said his brother would spend a honeymoon of up to five days there. Automatically during that time, Mr. Nizam was the one who got the mandate to replace the schedule of listening and teaching the book at the cottage of sons and daughters. I don't know when he'll be here. And, everyone in this pesantren already knows who he is. Some santri even call him a dream man. Handsome, established, and faithful. But I don't know where he is now. Usually early in the morning he will be seen sitting relaxing in the saung.