FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 196 "Grand of One"

*Tsaniya Tabriz

Great guests who are not unfortunate are expected to stay in the pesantren. Unfortunately after the photo session was completed, the habib asked for a farewell first. They have an urgent need that cannot be represented. So, abah seduced so that the habib deigned to stay for a while in the living room ndalem, ten minutes item. Ummik whispered to abah because there are still souvenirs to be conveyed. But, the three of them agreed to apologize very kindly. Then ummik and ibuk tergopoh to ndalem. They came out of the mosque to take fruit parcels and food, as well as the blessing money that had been intended from the beginning must come to his mustahiq.

Santri-santri still lives in the mosque. Me and my husband, the bride, the brother, the mother-in-law, and the great guests, left the mosque first. We'll take them all the way to the boarding gate. I'm turning. Some princess brought all her things. Then, Mbak Ufi who followed behind brought the blessing money.

Habibs farewell after warm hands with abah, chips and cuddles. Not to forget the three of him delivered a prayer and a piece of advice for my provisions and my husband to sail the household ark. Again, the three of them apologized. Then, my husband kissed their hands in turns. I, ummik, mother, and mother-in-law bowed their hands while smiling to deliver their return.

Santri-santri princess was ordered ummik to give her goods to the driver. So does Mbak Ufi immediately understand. He gave the envelope to his driver, who was none other than the right hand of the habibs.

"His head again?"

"You pray first, Mas."

"Cie call me mas. That's not cool." He whispered sweetly in my ear.

"Lha how? That's it, right? Yes, I didn't call Mr. Nizam."

He even laughed. "Yes already. Salad was there. Khusyuk. I'll think about it." He was leaving. Straight away divert the conversation with the mother-in-law.

I need to clean up the makeup immediately. Time chasing. It's five o'clock in the afternoon. I lifted my dress to make it easier to walk fast.

"Zam, that's Niya's spoon ndak aided. Assisted, Le," said my mother-in-law.

He ran after me. Raised me.

"Eh, uh, don't pick up gini." I'm sulking. Shame to see the princess santri who wrestled in front of the kitchen. I heard them screaming hysterically. Santri-santri who passed by watched while laughing.

"Then you are."

"Belvin. You're so skinny. Very light. How bbmu?"

"It's only 45 kilos. But, it's fat if it's the size of a seventeen-year-old woman."

"Oh yes still tujubelas yo. Forgetting. Kirain's been two five."

"Remember lo, ngggeh. We had a deal at the beginning, ma'am."

He's not responding.

"Mass? Listen mboten (no)?"

"No horror."

"Let's go down that way."

"No way."

I just got taken down after being in front of the makeup mirror. Santri Putri who was crowded in front of the kitchen, now crowded at the door to the middle room. Kasak-kusuk while giggling. I glanced at them.

"I'm going to change first. Bid. Salad."

"Yes. I want to be here."

Lala's sister I took to the room. I asked him to clean my face faster. The time is very tight. If time is enough. I want to take a shower after the prayer. Not long enough. Than later tonight even not had time. Mbak Lala advised not to take too long. Because the make-up procession for walimahan is much longer. I rushed too.

Santri knocked on the bathroom door. I was warned to take a shower sooner. No ten minutes are finished. Exactly at half-six in the afternoon. Lala's mother immediately invited me.

I saw Mas Nizam was eating good food.

"You're bribed?"

I'm shaking.

"Sir, has he eaten yet?"

"Here I bribe again, Yes Zaujatas Salihah."

That call moreover. He called me salihah's wife. If so, I cannot refuse. I opened my mouth. He fed me with the spoon he just used to eat.

"It's only three spoons. Want again?"

I nodded. My stomach was rumbling again.

"Mbak, Ma'am, the rice again" he told the princess who remained standing in the door frame.

Santri was approaching.

"Attent."

I was fed again. There are only two spoons left, he spends. He gave his plate to the santri who was waiting beside him. Santri had melted first before taking the plate.

"Suwun, yes, Ma'am."

"Enggeh, Gus" he answered. He held back a laugh in his face. Cover mouth. Hysterical in the back.

He came again with a plate of rice. Still dare not raise his head straight. The mouth is closed with the end of the veil. Plate changing hands. Portions are added and the side dishes are more varied. He must have told the kitchen people that Mas Nizam asked for food because he wanted to bribe me.

"Oh yeah!"

I raise my hand. Isyarah I am not free to eat because Mbak Lala still celebrates the entire foundation after mixing and burning.

This time Lala worked faster. His movements are deft and professional. As if chasing time. But it's true too. Before seven o'clock, Rias must be done. At least half an hour before if possible. Meanwhile, the makeup of the manggala, the unyil, the receptionist, the brothers are also not finished. For bridesmaids only wear the same color of the robe, maroon color, face without makeup. Because they're santri-santri, Furiyama's sister's group was my roommate.

Mas Nizam ate his rice bit by bit. He said he was njebeber. I didn't eat until fifteen minutes later. He waited for me just silently. Sometimes I smile after watching me deeply. Sometimes to divert his boredom by reading books on a smartphone.

Minutes by minutes passed. He just overslept. Hand lay. Face lowered. I heard him snoring a little.

"Mom, can I eat?"

"Stay, yeah, Ning." Quiet sec. "Eh, but I've eaten, Ning. But, if it's to the lipstick don't have to eat first."

"Gus?" He looked behind her. "Eh, her husband is sleeping instead, Ning. Wake up what?"

"Leave it. Tired him. I eat by myself."

"Difficult, Ma'am. Just ask for help."

"Le Nizam?" call my mother-in-law. Patting Mas Nizam's shoulders.

"Eh, uh, Buk?"

Mas Nizam woke up. Shoulder raised. His eyes are so red.

"Here you go, Zam."

"Azan, Buk? What time is it?" He saw the watch on his left hand.

"Oh, there's been fifteen. How come you didn't hear the Adhan, Buk?"

"Yes adzan just smirked earlier. It was all with the pilgrims. I have too." Mum looked at me. "Have you eaten, Nduk Niya?"

"Yet, Buk. Still a trouble."

"This is my bribe. Let Nizam pray first."

I refused, but I insisted. I relented. In fact, my mother fed me until I was full. Then I was asked to please myself. So also ummik, ummik who had requested themselves lately because ummik actually did not like such a selfie. Mother-in-law and ummik self-contained together.