FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 197 "Walima Dua"

*Tsaniya Tabriz

And, I myself initially also want my mother to be dressed until my mother looks neat and beautiful even though the age is no longer young. My mother always refused with a variety of reasons, especially because she was condolent and embarrassed to be noticed by the crowd. Yes, even though everyone knows that my mother was the one who raised me. I persuaded him, but still he insisted. Finally I just asked her to wear the new clothes I had bought the day before. Especially for my mom and my mom to take it. Thank goodness my mom promised to wear it. Now my mom just finished changing clothes in my room. My mother seemed embarrassed to show it to me.

"Oh, Ma'am Sama Adek has changed clothes yet?"

Ibuk. "Now they're outside."

The atmosphere is getting denser. Smells of sweat, makeup, fragrances blend into one. The beat of a spoon on a plate is like a musical accompaniment. People go back and forth, jostling to bring out the food that should be placed on the buffet table. Not only santri princess, cook, and brother who bustle, santri putra also took part in bringing large bowls of ice fruit, ice cendol, and marrow porridge (jenang baning). Sate hundreds of skewers in five large baking pans, rice in large tremos there are three for a while because the rest is still being cooked. As usual, there is a kebuli rice menu which is now also a concocted process by the cottage cook. Soto and rawon sauce in a jumbo pot were raised by two men. A large menu of siomay brought by Mbak Ufi and Mbak Nuansa. There is also spicy sweet crispy chicken, seafood crab shrimp and squid, pecel, fried rice, tamarind vegetable, grilled bandeng, three types of sambal terasi, sambal ijo, and sambal plelek complete served. Then, fresh fruits that have been cut into pieces.

All the closing menu is placed in the maja buffet, in front of the rooms of the sons' cottage. The place is quite large. Very able to accommodate hundreds of people who will likely be jostling to take food. Unfortunately all will struggle into one, right for the buffet table ganu putra, while left the buffet table princess. Then, the grand guest buffet table is in the ndalem living room.

Half an hour later. Mas Nizam changed his clothes in my room. Riasku is almost done. Stay lipstick finishing, highlighter, and spray setting. Along with the completion of makeup, Sister Kiran also after installing my hijab. Just lacking the additional accessories of the crown and bracelet, white roses are pinned under the head, and jasmine the length of the right. I looked around for a moment. All the makeup is done. They were ready in their seats. Starting from waiting while fans, daydreaming, playing smartphones, eating, posing in front of a mirror, or just talking.

Five ten minutes later.

I wear sandals.

I tried to stand up.

Sister Lala told me to go ahead of the lighting. He wanted to take a picture of me to post on social media. Then, he asked Mas Nizam to come closer. We were asked to pose together with scenes as romantic and as natural as possible.

"Sir, I'm alone, yes." I'm less comfortable. While everyone is watching me.

"I want to, Ma'am," said Mas Nizam.

I glare.

He grabbed my body. "What pose, Ma'am? A gini?" She put her lips to my cheek.

I heard screaming from the kitchen.

I myself kegelian. But, I can't go through. Both of his hands were holding my waist. The first shot worked. Then, he touched my chin. Directing my eyes to turn to his gaze. Flash camera flashing.

"Genengan iii, Ya Allaah."

"I was just looking at people. Poor Mbak Ma'am behind at the screams."

"That's the vowel. It's been. Short break. It will surely reach Malem. Take medicine if you need to."

I obey.

At 19:08 WiB.

The story begins tonight. About two human children from different breeds. But, God always had the intention to pin His love and compassion on the hearts of men. Unite them in a destiny written in Lauhul Mahfuz. In the theme of Javanese wedding, walimatul 'urs event was held shortly after the hour hand passed fifteen minutes.

Gambus group accompanied the tambourine tabuh santri putra that was in the mosque. Whether the hadrah player or not, all students are allowed to occupy the mosque. Half of the mosque in the west is occupied by the entire santri putri. They hustled in chanting the prophet's salawat to bring peace within me.

I walked down the catwalk on the left. In front of me were two cute and beautiful unicorns, then the princess domas who carried the little shadow twins walked slowly after them. Meanwhile, Mas Nizam is on the right side with the domas putra. Then, we were met in the middle of a lap chair, directly sitting on the lap of the abah. Kemaramen took pictures twice. Abah invited us to sit down.

Domas and unyil are asked to come down from the guarantee first. Mas Bayu as a substitute for Mas Nizam's father along with his mother-in-law and abah and ummik are allowed to occupy their respective positions. Me and Mas Nizam spent a few minutes. I slapped the backs of both hands wholeheartedly. I breathed the smell of jasmine in his hand. Then, I stared ummik with all my feelings. As far as I can understand the meaning of his gaze.

"While Ummik never knew how to grow up, Ummik knew that your son had lived a new life. We both know, understand each other and want to be happy looking at each other. We both hope to get the best of it later in the day. And, through your blessing I will gain the rido of my Lord. Allah is the One," I said softly. Ummik hugged me.

Then, to my brother I said, "Although the figure of Father who should have been my first love has never stood by me for seventeen years I lived, but blessing will still be my main request. Pray for me to be able to be a figure like Ummik and pray for him to always be bright like you, my Abah."

Abah kissed my head. "Barakallah lakuma."

Sungkeman changing position. My hope remains the same. Only prayer and rest will save us from misery. For us, it means a lot. We are just two people who just want to understand and are not good at doing many things. Meanwhile, they have been much earlier in life with all the love.

We sit back.

Soon, we had to stand up again to take the time to take pictures with the entire extended family, both men and women. Meanwhile, the civil service team who had been monitoring from the door, rushed to execute the consumption of the opening menu.

A kitchen team of fifteen men came out carrying large trays. They spread to some point so that all invitations immediately enjoy the coffee and dessert rose sprinkle. The tray was lifted up high, then the receptionist and other princess santri gave the dessert to each person. They're moving fast. About thirty santri were deployed to overcome this section.

I myself am still busy with photo sessions in formal style. Then in the third row, right in front of me, I saw Yazeed not stopping to look at me. In fact, he did not focus on welcoming the small plate given by the recipient. I don't know. I don't want to take it too deeply into how he feels right now. If he wanted to comply with my request by getting married first, this would not be the case. Even if I want to understand, I can no longer think of the hearts of others who are not my lawfulness. I refocused on fixing the expression. Flash camera flashing.