FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 166 "Secret"

*Nizami's Ibban

Friday night. Ba'da magrib and isya activities at the putra cottage have been broadcast on holiday. There are only a few in the musala who work on the Quran recitation. One of them read it on the microphone. Abah didn't tell santri that. Meanwhile, other santri-santri prancing. They took turns greeting me and my brother.

Clouds roll. The moon dims the light. Stars secure themselves. The sound of lightning struck in the southeast corner. The light fibers in the sky repeatedly appeared. Like a very painful whip. It is enough to make shudder when seen with the naked eye. Signs of rain will fall very hard.

"Monggo, Bah. It looks like it's raining soon."

"Alhamdulillah."

Abah took me to his treatment room.

Until the Qur'an is finished, we have just completed half the remembrance written on the paper. Along with the rumbling of rain water down the tile. My voice was almost swallowed and I could only hear it. Sometimes my dhikr stopped in the middle in surprise listening to the thunder. And, the rain still blows up to almost three hours with an indeterminate rhythm. Sometimes it's so loud and sometimes it's just a whimper. This procession will continue until midnight without pause.

Kulirik watches. It was almost half twelve. Shortly after that, I finished it. Abah turned his sitting position around. Facing me.

"Zam, kris kae sampeyan balekno neng wong wedok sing maringi."

Translation: (Zam, that keris you gave back to the woman who gave)

"Enggeh, Bah."

It's decalogue. And, I don't need to question the reason. It sounded so important that after finishing everything, you sent me right away. It's not just a command, but maybe it's a sign that I'm not telling you intentionally.

"Sopo tenenge?" (Whose name?)

"Mustics. Wardah Mustika Rahayu."

"Sopo sake?" (Who's boy?)

"Ki Dalang Jatmiko's. My village elders, Bah. Does Abah know him?"

Abah just silenced me. The look of him lowered down. With his always calm voice, I guess you are thinking about something.

"Zam, sesok sampekno neng kabeh santri putra putri. Kon ngamalne ayat iki."

Translation: (Zam, tomorrow convey to all the santri putra putra putri. Ask to use this word)

Abah pointed his index finger at some of the pieces of verse written on the paper.

"Mugo-mugo Gusti Allah's paring kebaelexan."

Translation: (May God provide protection)

"Aamiin Ya Mujibassailin."

*Wardah Mustika Rahayu

Father wrathful. I've never seen him so angry. In fact, I just told you the news that I originally thought would make him happy. News I'm pregnant. Unfortunately Kang Darya told me the patrem she once asked me, but I couldn't show it. Momentarily interrogated me.

"Where's your kris?" There was not the slightest softness in that first question.

Kang Darya and I went out of the house. They intentionally do not interfere.

"Let's.a..a..me..." I let out a breath. "I'm that, sir. I. it." it's."

"Where?" Increasingly urgent.

I'm trying to answer. But my tongue is cuddly. The sentence was just circling.

I glanced in fear. Although I have memorized the hard nature of the father, but I always shakes to face it.

"Javab, Rahayu! Don't be your bad boy."

I'm looking. "Sir, I'm not being disobedient." I defended myself.

"Now answer where the keris is! What does it take to say."

"Kris it..keris it..." My voice vibrates. I held back from crying. It is certain that the father will be furious if the keris I give to people who are like sworn enemies. I do not accept that Mas Nizam must receive vengeance from the father. In fact, this is all purely my own desire for the keris to get a better owner.

"Woodoo?" You kicked the table.

My shoulder's up. My heart beats faster.

"I sold it, sir."

"What's? You sell that kris?" This time my voice sounded very loud. It's not like lightning striking.

"Deflect you. Dumbass! Do you remember what your father said at that time? You remember?" Repeatedly I hit the table, although not as hard as before.

I listened to it with my ears half-awed. Kuremas. I wet my lips continuously.

"Whatever price they offer to buy the sacred kris, that price can never be enough. Ndak comparable, Rahayu. You know it. How many years have you lived with your father? Patrem is no ordinary antique. You're the only one who deserves it. Don't blame me if that kris can hurt the guy who took it."

I'm glaring. "Sir, but he's a good man."

"Who's the guy? You'll take it yourself."

I almost slipped.

"Ehmm.I don't know, sir. I didn't get to know him." I lied twice.

I don't know what I would be if one of my mistakes increased to two because I was not honest with my father. I don't like honesty very much. For the father, something painful must be conveyed with openness. But right now I can't do it very much.

"Chew? Look at your Father's eyes!"

When you have issued the order, your sign begins to smell my lies. I dare not look up.

"Woodoo?" shouted father.

"The gris is in a safe place. Don't worry, sir."

"Say where! You'll take it. No one can touch the kris. Especially if someone else has it."

"Sir, I know that keris is very valuable to you, but it's just an object, sir. As sacred as any creature, only God remains number one."

"Don't wait until you often go to the mosque, now you speak loudly in front of the Father. Since when have you changed? The famous dancer of this village never had such an attitude and nature. She was only known as a woman who had great devotion and gentleness."

I'm furious. Why should I say that too? I can't control my anger.

"There was a bird that had beautiful wings, but it had to be broken because it had no chance of a high gate. That's how my girl is, sir. From the tribe until now, it was you who controlled my life. When you heard that the patrem was not with me, I realized that you actually loved the heirloom more. Yes, Sir?"

"This is the last question or you're going to find a shortcut?"

I didn't say it. Let the crew patrem be in the hands of the woman who has now been chosen as the choice of his heart. I'm unmoving. For a few seconds I locked my mouth. And, you gave up asking questions.

Alhamdulillahot. Happy reading, yes. Healthy eating always. 😊😊🌹🙏