FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 186 "Meeting Ratna"

*Tsaniya Tabriz

The problem is over. One by one, the problems were gone from me. But, there's still one thing I've thought about up until now. Problems that shadow my steps. Follow me wherever I go. The shame grew bigger when I thought of my brother, ummik, and brother. I want to be able to deal with that, but I can't. I wasn't capable enough to nurture that courage. Sometimes I feel like they're just pretending to understand, but their hearts are dying to know. Lord, can you at least remove all those doubts and fears? I just need to tell you how it happened. My shadow can only get that far. I can't tell you what I've done and what I've known there.

What about Ratna? I was so busy taking care of myself, I almost forgot about it. How's pregnancy? I decided to go to Darul Amin to see him. But, I wish I didn't find Yazeed there. I remember that meeting at the lake. On the boat we once expressed feelings to each other, then finally had to mengikhlaskan before everything slowly enlarged. As for the buds, the feeling had to be cut. And, only by prayer will the heart be quick to sincerity. I want to see Ratna without having to meet her.

I didn't ask Kang Bimo for help. Ummik also still bothered with mbak-mbak in the kitchen preparing a banquet for hafiz and invited guests at the event of the Koran special selaman men. It is located in the pendopo mosque. More than two hundred people came. Abah was teaching with a mufaz which if not mistaken invitation there are six people. So, I left without saying goodbye.

Kuhampiri santri who was standing guard in the row of motorcycles and cars.

"Kang, I nitip the message, yeah. If Abah or Ummik nyari, or who is it that nyari me, njengan just say I to Darul Amin."

"Who is the same, Ning?"

"Himself."

"Wad. A minute." He ran towards the son santri's room. He knocked on the manager's room. Kang Kusno seemed to be looking for me with his gaze.

I know, I haven't been allowed out unattended. At least there is a driver. But, there is also only one pesantren driver. Kang Bimo who is not in place, out of nowhere. Actually I also want to ask him for help, but when the event is like this he will also definitely be a hero.

"Kang Bimo doesn't exist, Kang Kusno. I can take good care of myself."

Kang Kusno watched my bandaged arm.

"God is okay."

"There's a motor, Ning? If I try to deliver. Later we got dukone Ummik, Ning. Any mboten?"

"Father, Kang. Seriously. I can do it myself. Please order some greb, can you?"

"Greb?" He looked at the other santri. "Hape the cottage there's no greb?"

"Must download first, Ning. A little long."

"Oh that, yeah. Where's Mr Nizam?"

"So he said to get ready to go home. It's in the room still in order."

"Well, he didn't go with it?"

"Come, Ning. Two hours ago."

"He has his app. Please call him, Kang!"

He's nodding. Runs.

Five minutes back.

Me and Mr. Nizam. Embarrassed to be noticed santri who clearly know we are prospective husband and wife. We should have been pinned. Because often together before marriage it will offer her a sense of happiness, just my opinion.

"Seek me to order greb."

"You're going to?"

"Sambang Ratna."

"Where's Bimo?" He looked around.

"Nothing, sir. Can what not messan? If it's okay." I put melas face. If it were to deliver, that would also not be possible.

"Yes already. Just jerk."

He focused on his hape screen for about three minutes.

"It has. But, safe huh?"

"Insyaallah safe. He's caught a cop anyway."

"But be careful. Take good care of yourself. By the way I already know the answer."

"What answer?" My eyebrows wrinkled.

"That gris," he said more slowly.

"Oh it's come," he said later. He pointed to the front of the fence.

The Darul Amin.

Ratna walked towards me. What I noticed the first time was the part of his body that now looked very prominent. In three months she will hold her baby. Unfortunately, my heart suddenly ached the moment I remembered Sumarjolah who had snatched away Ratna's jewelry. Which should be intact to belong to his true lover later. What a pity your fate is, man. Beautiful women with beautiful bodies.

Then, I looked at his face as he began to be two meters away from me. He creates a smile. Sincere and natural. Her red lips always match her pure white skin like goose feathers. When you see a flower blooming, that's the real smile of Ratna. She's getting more beautiful and charming. I found a light on his face. Like the sun that meets the morning in the sky that turns blue. Yes like the color of the hijab she is wearing right now. What is it? He looks that way.

She hugged me. I was too. Tighter even.

Then I asked, "Why gini? Your grandpa's healthy, isn't he, Ratna?" I'm moved. She's mybest friend. I haven't found a smile like this. Really am.

"Well guess why?"

"Is there any good news about your pregnancy?"

"Not dong. It's not that."

"Keep what?"

"I want it first, but you answer honestly, yes."

"What's mother?"

"Yazeed want to get married?"

"I forgot that he might not know for sure about this. Hence, he asked me," my inner.

"Jawab, Zah! Same who?"

"Well, do you know from whom?"

"Kang Toyo's. I was not intentionally horrified. I keep asking. Said yes. But, he didn't want to answer as prepared."

If Ratna was jealous, her facial expression should have changed. But, he was still serious.

"Yes really. You're okay, right, but?"

"Well right. I also grimly grimace him. Yazeed wants to marry again. Who's the same, Zah?"

I am the one confused. Because I thought Ratna used to like Yazeed.

"My best friend too."

"Friend? You have another friend? How am I not known?"

"The name is Ufi's sister Yasmina Madah."

"The name is really pretty, Zah. I think what's the guy, Zah?"

I held his shoulder. "Bentar. You got what? Very happy hmm? Seriously nanya. You're so beautiful, Ratna." I gave him the same smile.

"Me?"

He smiled again. He plays the end of his veil. Wrap it around the tip of the right index finger.

"I'm being proposed, Zah. Somebody wants to marry me, Zah."

I'm speechless. Ratna's happiness I didn't expect at all because that was the answer.

"Who's calling you?" I still hold his shoulder.

"You want the same guy Mr Nizam was?"

"That one?"

"He.h." He's nodding.

"Seriously, Ratna? Don't joke."

"Seriously, Zah. I'myour best friend. There's no secret whatsoever."

"What about your marriage guardian?"