FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 170 "Month of Rajab"

*Nizami's Ibban

Ba'da zuhur's.

Initially I wanted to return to take my mother to Al-Furqan who yesterday had to go home first because I could not leave the house too long. But, it just so happened that the family at home was gathering, so my mother refused to pick me up. My mom is worried about me. Because I also just told my mother what Fizah has done to me. And, for my mother it was a joke that made my mother's voice across the phone sound very happy. Because of Fizah, my stomach now feels troubled. Diarrhea and pain. My stomach acid seems to have somewhat recurred. My mother didn't want me to get sick because I had to pick her up.

For wedding plans and dates that will be taken later tonight, ibuk has resigned to the boarding family. My request is not much. Ibuk just wanted me to convey that the wedding later also had to be held in Banyuwangi. There must be a download of the ghost. If in pesantren just want to hold a marriage contract, mother does not matter. Walimahannya can be done in Banyuwangi. I also wanted to bring my wife back home. Goods a week for example, before later who must succumb to living in pesantren, moved address in Magetan.

Suddenly my stomach started to mule again. I tiptoed to the son's bathroom. Queue with santri-santri lined up. It feels like it's over. Mixed with pain in the stomach and shortness of breath. I wiped my cold sweat. The effect is very fast. I just ate the fried rice this morning. Actually I had thought after eating super spicy fried rice, the most problematic would be my stomach. But, I respect the one who gave it and I remember the taste of fried rice that Fizah had cooked when the race was delicious. I am tempted to continue to spend it. In addition to directly impacting my voice, I also began to be attacked by mules before the sublime when I talked about the response of the gamble in Magetan in five days. I was hanging out in the bathroom for twenty minutes because of the mules. And before my stomach fills with food again, my stomach has to be emptied again.

I called Kang Bimo who wanted to take a bath. While the grin was not strong enough to hold back, I said, "I ask for help if there is a diarrhea medicine as well as stomach medicine."

"Well, I'm because of the opo, Mas, how come up with these mules?"

"Fried rice."

Santri in front of me, who I remember was the one who gave me the fried rice, he continued, "What was it from Ningnya?"

"Yes you gave me earlier."

"Woh from Ning Niya?"

"Yes, Kang."

Kang Bimo smiled a bit. "Mas, Mas, how romantic so weeeh."

I'm not so focused on listening to him. The kruwes in my stomach are becoming. My ass exploded. Once only shimmies. The two of them until the people turned their heads towards me.

Until the magrib, my activities are still back and forth to the bathroom. Not much food in. Because once there's something I eat, my stomach becomes mules. It feels almost like people are getting hemorrhoids. Also my stomach acid that has not improved even though I have taken the medicine given Kang Bimo earlier. However, may my stomach mules in no way interfere with the rebound tonight.

I'm already in the living room. Accompanied by a warm cup of tea. We wait for abah kiai to finish the wirid and Fizah who is still in the princess hut to meet the muraqibah.

"Ngapunten, Mik, Ibuk can't come. Big family gathers."

"Cerus piye?"

"Hud nitip messages. But, will the show be enough with a marriage contract, Mik? Perhaps Ning Miya wanted another concept of marriage?"

"Umik durung understands. I'm eating iki to be taken. But, lek Ummik dewe asline tetep marem yen iso ngadakne walimahan. Akeh sing is invited, soyo akeh sing understands. All friends, Zam. Kiai-kiai, asatidz, kabeh. Ngalap berkah dumateng ulama. Soyo akeh dongak and berkae, hugo-mugo hajate sampeyan karo Niya mbesok iso gampil."

Translated: (Ummik does not understand. That's why it wants to be broken. But, if Ummik himself actually still prefer if it can hold walimahan. Many are invited, which means that more and more understand. All friends, Zam. Kiai-kiai, asatidz, emua invited. Nyari blessings to the clerics. The more prayers and blessings, hopefully your wishes and Niya in the future can be easy)

"Enggeh, Mik."

"Lha sampeyan dewe piye?" (Lha how are you?)

"The ceremony here I leave it to njenengan and Ning Niya. The show at home, I follow his wishes Ibuk, Mik."

Fizah uluk salam. He approached his umin, then whispered. Nyai ma'am even told him to sit up. Prohibit everywhere. It looks like he's just asking to be inside.

"How's the wound?"

She's looking.

"Still sick?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Ooh."

"It's okay, Mik, if Ning Niya wants to be inside alone."

"Lha miko misale disagreed, kengad yen want to mature anybarange."

Translation: (Lha later for example disagree, easy if you want to propose anything)

"Ummik area wants pripun (gimana). Niya's coming with me."

"Really?"

"Enggeh, Mik."

That sentence of approval does not mean that he has completely given up everything. His face was not enthusiastic. He kissed her umin' hands and then moved. It was like that, I think he looked like seventeen in general. His very visible attitude. Lately, he seems to have changed. He's more expressive. In a sense he more often or dominantly shows the atmosphere of his feelings at that time. But honestly, I prefer it. Although his maturity that I had seen and now he rarely showed, but that was his true seventeen years. Tsaniya Tabriz, the son of a wise and wise kiai who seems sweeter when he is angry and spoiled.

Not long after entering from the front door. His steps slowly towards the right side of the nyai.

"Lho's endi Niya?" (Where's Niya?) ask abah to nyai.

"Niya manut njenengan mawon, Bah." (Niya manut Abah only)

"Dan?" (Totally?)

Bu nyai nodded.

"Yes?... The nduk? Mriki!" (Niya? The nduk? Come here for a minute!)

There's no answer.

"Missy? Abahe kok mendel ki piye hmm?"

Translate: (Niya? Called his brother how silent is hmm?) Nyai ma'am chimed in.

"Enggeh, Bah. Just sec. Put on the hijab and change."

"Sing patient yo, Zam. Sek pitulas yun."

Translated: (Patience to you, Zam. Seventeen years old)

I welcome you with a smile. "Enggeh. God willing, Bah."

The four-meter-long bone white curtain is scattered by pointed fingers that protrude first from between them. The wet face was welcoming after that. Maybe he's out of whimper too. Eyebrows messy. His eyelashes are distant. Her eyes degraded somewhat round and wide. Natural face that I just realized one level more beautiful than bu nyai, with a resemblance that is not too far away.

"Piye? Abahe iki manut. Sampeyan even manut Abahe ki piye?" bu nyai slowly.

Translate: (How? Abah this is your manut. How are you even this Abah manut?)

"Lha Abah kersone pripun?" (Lha Abah wants what?) He asked back.

"Sir, Abah manut until the end." Miss nyai repeated.

"Then just whine away."

I squirmed a little. Smirks. So mules.

Mr. Nizam kebelet ee'eekkk/ngishing. 💩💩💩💩💩