FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 193 "Henna Night"

*Tsaniya Tabriz

I quickly encountered an atmosphere like this. I didn't know I was sad or happy. But, this has become my choice. I accepted it with my sense consciousness. Everything has been prepared since yesterday. And, at least I can enjoy the turbulence of the pesantren tonight. I call her henna night.

There are no invitations. This henna night is celebrated by all the santri. The hustle and bustle exceeds the haflah event. Because everyone is really happy about my marriage that will be held tomorrow, only tomorrow I will rest on the status of a wife. There is gambus music played since ba'da isya after everything was over. Santri-santri putra also add to the atmosphere becomes more lively. Once the music is played, one to four of the son's students initially stand up, then zapin dance. So on the next song, the gambus music makes the other santri crowded stand. There were probably about twenty people dancing around in circles while clapping, then changing the direction of the round with a circular formation.

This ndalem butterfly door is opened wide. The team of wedding organizers who tonight have come to install the decoration began by installing live flowers in the door frame. Two people are busy installing while discussing so that the flower placement looks aesthetic. A red carpet to cover the entire pesantren courtyard has been installed. For this reason, the santri can freely sit, sleep, or fully dance zapin in front of the ndalem. For a while the entire plant in front of the ndalem was moved to the courtyard of the princess cottage. I also became more free to pay attention to the students laughing so loosely. Move without load.

I was enjoying the music as well while having a beard. I really want to dance. But, henna must be finished quickly. I let my left hand be held by the mother who was given to paint henna in my hand. I sat on the floor with a thin white pillow. In front of the decorations that will be used later to take pictures with a large family.

There's no eight o'clock at night yet. Vehicles carrying live flowers and imitations, decoration boards, guest chairs, lapel seats, binoculars sleyers, all came tonight in two trucks. The whole team of men, they went down and lifted the things to the middle of the yard and to the east. Because later the decoration will face west, located in front of the mosque pendopo which is now filled with rafters some mbak-mbak santri who are not on duty in the kitchen ndalem or pantry pontri.

Flares of lights flared all over the corner of the pesantren. All students do their own activities. Ummik, Kak Ulya, and Mbak Ufi command all his preparations. The kids are divided into several groups. Especially for santri, they are given the task of wrapping food and special fruits for great guests, such as for habibs, kiai, and others, and all the noble teachers who will be big guests at the wedding ceremony tomorrow at four in the afternoon. The other group also wrapped fruit parcels with different contents for grand guests when walimatul 'urs. Because some of the santri are good at making cakes, cakes for invited guests when they come specially formulated by the hand of the santri. After the cake was ripe and taken all to the veranda of the mosque, the cake was immediately cut into pieces, then put into cardboard boxes that had been filled partly with mandarin oranges, peanut pie and part pineapple pie, among others, and mineral water.

There were two men in front of the gate carrying two large crackles. Ummik asked the four students to approach them. The man came to bring an order of souvenirs of fork spoons and chopsticks placed in a box bearing the names of the two brides. Everything is made of wood. Although cheap, but at least it is quite appropriate if taken home by invited guests who if present overall can reach a delicious hundreds of people. Outside the number of students. Souvenirs are taken to Ndalem.

"Where are you, Ning?" They're from the inside. Through the kitchen door that opened. They will not be able to pass the front door because they must be ashamed to cross paths with a group of children who still enjoy the music.

"Oh, it's just in the kitchen."

The roof has been partially installed. The decorations are starting to look half way. Just put up the flowers. Some of the students were asked to help so that the faster the solution. Looks like some of the team has to go to another wedding location. The chairs that were placed on the edge of the gate, must be removed because the gate must also be decorated with hallway decorations with hanging flowers and light flowers.

Two hours passed. Gambus players rest for a while. The unemployed Santri returned to the room. Some stay in place while joking. I don't know how many songs they played. Those who had been dancing were now exhausted. Male recommended. The beauty of tomorrow's atmosphere is becoming more and more apparent. The dominant colors are green and gold. Although between the decoration model with the theme of clothes I wear tomorrow is not compatible, but I think it will look unique. I don't know why I suddenly got nervous. Less than twenty-four hours. Henna my hands and feet are done. The mama finished it quickly.

"Ufi's mother?"

He's noisy in the kitchen.

"Mother Uf?"

She's looking. "He, why, Ning?"

"Get my money in the wallet, yeah. Five hundred. Same it.. Ma'am ngehenna is fed dong."

"OK okay."

He whispered to Mbak Nuance.

Ndalem kitchen which is actually not narrow, now looks very crowded. There were fifteen santri working holding their respective skills.

I went back to the living room. I gave you three pieces of red money. I paid a hundred thousand advance a while ago.

"This is the rest, yes, Ma'am," said Mbak Ufi.

Mbak Nuansa came to bring the food.

"Monggo, Ma'am! Eat first."

Two young women took the plate. Then I accompanied them while waiting for the henna to dry. I was stiffened like a statue. Worried henna's broken because I'm moving around a lot. Just understand. I've never made myself this beautiful.

One incoming message seen from my washap pop-up notification.

"O Asthma', is henna night done?"

I grumbled in my heart. "Maybe he call me that now." But, as soon as my cheek was raised up. This reflex movement appeared when I read the message twice.

Thank God you can come up again. Hopefully tomorrow can go directly to the episode of marriage and walimatul 'urs. Thank you for waiting. _____5😊🙏