FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 201 "Embration"

*Tsaniya Tabriz

Second night.

A full day I hear people teasing me. For them, the newlyweds are the right prey to make jokes. In fact, I need to gather courage just because I want to go to the kitchen, mingle with the santri. They didn't ask. But, their gaze and the way they smiled embarrassed me half to death. However, I was not so interested in listening and taking them too seriously. After all, Mas Nizam was also impressed indifferently. Only occasionally did he come back to mark. After that, he just ignored it.

Since after the congregation, Mas Nizam locked himself in his room. He spends his time reading, he said. I followed him to his room after dinner. Ummik who knows I only eat alone in the sofa seat of the living room, he scolded me a little because I did not invite Mas Nizam to eat together. Ummik also asked me to go to the kitchen to get a plate of rice and some delicious side dishes. I opened the door, unlocked. I say hi. So does the answer.

"Have you eaten?"

"It was just now."

"Not taken?"

"The ending from earlier in the room continues. Yes it is."

"Eating alone is not good. Please bribe dong, Ning."

"Mas, it's really..." The message again immediately broke my sentence.

"Snapjeh. I'm bribe."

Yes as long as he did not ask me to fulfill his request last night, I could still happily serve him. I approached him who did not move in the slightest from his position. She was so happy that I wanted to feed her until she was done. I'll get you a glass of water and some fresh fruit.

"Thank you, nggeh, Ningku. Sorry to bother."

He's apologizing. That doesn't sound bad. I nodded.

"What else do you want?" I treated him so because of ummik treatment on a very sweet brother. Although ummik sometimes talk a lot, but the way he treats abah should be an example for me or Kak Ulya. Being a wife who is able to give great devotion to her husband. That way, my hope can replace his desire that I can not fulfill until my memorization later.

I want to remind you again, but it feels awkward. How could he have forgotten? It could be that what he said yesterday was just part of his way of testing my principles. At least he was happy with the decision I chose. Because I myself also try to sincerely run this marriage with the target of khatam, take care of the household, as well as seek knowledge in college. My plan, in the middle of the year I will enroll to the campus that Mas Nizam occupies. After he graduated from the state institute in Tulungagung, he also plans to enroll as a campus lecturer in Magetan. Abah suggested it. So that he can take care of me, said Abah.

"Here, Ning!" He patted the pillow he had pulled to his side. I always sleep on the right.

"Have you washed your face yet? Toothbrushes? Wearing perfume?"

I'm shaking.

"Attent." I get the point. Because, he wanted me to always not forget those three sets before going to bed.

"No need to wudu" he shouted. I'm already in the bathroom.

Just a few minutes. I just put a little perfume on. One spray alone I think is enough. The aroma of bukhur in this room is also too fragrant to simply evoke a romantic atmosphere.

"No wudu, right?"

"Mw."

"Here sit!"

"I want to tell you something. You listen, huh? Not sleepy yet, right? Or still want to pay first? If so, I'll look at it."

"Later on, Mas. Once you're done with the story, I'll just take off."

"The memorization is smooth, right?"

"Oh, thank God as always."

"So far away to khatam?"

"Still six juz."

"Lumayan lama anyway. What story?"

"There is a wife who is very obedient and loves her husband wholeheartedly."

Nyut! "Obviously not me" said my inner greeting.

"His name is Sarifah Ambani. The Sonan Giri. She was the wife of a king named Cakraningrat. Her husband obtained an order by Sultan Agung of Mataram kingdom to lead the Madura area. One time Sarifah Ambani had to be willing to be abandoned by her husband because he had to be in charge of fulfilling the obligation to help build the kingdom of Mataram. Sarifah loved her husband very much. It was only natural that after that departure, she missed her husband so much. She's lonely. In order to get rid of the loneliness and suffering that is not treated other than by meeting, he decided to ascend. He prayed that up to seven descendants would become kings. He told me everything when the King was back on duty. However, the King was very disappointed after hearing Sarifah only pray for seven of his descendants. Sarifah felt guilty and returned to her asceticism, crying continuously until tears poured into the space surrounding her. That place is now a sacred place. It's in Madura there."

"Why does the King show his disappointment? In fact, Sarifah painstakingly endured her longing."

"The king wants all his descendants to be kings."

"Sarifah's tears are over."

"You going there? Honey moon."

"When is it."

"Yes sometime. Or after we go back to Banyuwangi?"

"The agent is not angry, is he?"

"It's okay."

"You want to sleep now?"

"Not sleepy. Can I get something?"

"What, Honey?"

It was the first time he called me that. My face feels warm. I wanted to turn my face away, but those two eyes had locked my gaze.

"What does it mean to dream of the moon?"

"Is that a dream?"

"Mboten. Just look at."

I actually dreamed it once. Right in the night before I met at the lake with Yazeed. Before the end our decision was to let each other go. I want to see if that's a bad sign for someone.

"Formerly after the Prophet migrated from Makkah to Medina, there was a woman telling her Father named Huyai bin Akhtab. He said, 'O Father, I just had a dream." Huyai asked, 'What's your dream?' The woman replied, 'I dreamt of seeing the moon, and the moon fell into my lap.' So angry was Huyai bin Akhtab. Wh why? Because anyone who dreams of this, it means that the woman will marry the Prophet Muhammad saallallahu’alaihi wasallam. The woman's name was Shafiyyah bint Huyai bin Akhtab. So marry Shafiyyah to His Majesty."

"So it's not a bad sign."

"Hopefully if anyone had such a dream or his companions, he would have the soul mate of the prophet's heir or the righteous."

"And now I'm married to him?" I asked myself.

"You dream that?"

"Eee is not."

"Really?" She smiled seductively.

He slipped his right hand into the back of my neck until he could grab me from the side. He told me to turn my head on his shoulder. He rubbed my arm.

"May I be a good husband to you. Similarly, you are what I hope will be a mother who can give birth to a great offspring. This pesantren successor. Despite all the past that has ever happened between us, hopefully it's not a barrier to both of us's hopes."

I'm poignant. His voice quietly entered the hallways of the silence of my ears. I'm closed. My whole power is gone. In fact, just to get his hands off my right finger I can't. I'm so manut. Resignedly. He seemed to have drugged me accidentally. His voice sounds like magic. Also the denyar which then spread from my chest to the tip of my foot. My hands and feet were cold, but I felt an unusual warmth. I can't open my eyes. I can only close as close as possible. I listened to some prayer stanzas chanted in my crown. Furthermore, I kept quiet while occasionally obeying what he wanted. All I felt was his body language.