FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 205 "Walk"

*Tsaniya Tabriz

As my mother-in-law said earlier, Mas Nizam and I finally came out for a while just to say hello to the morning. We went around the village. At first Mas Nizam asked permission to hold my hand, but I refused. Shame on the citizens, while I'm still a foreigner here. Yes even though we are newlyweds.

And, we happened to pass the paving road that led north. I wanted to take her there, but Mas Nizam forbade me. I remember, he used to say there was a ban on all women in this village to go north. You need to find another access. That's where I remember, the first time we met. He's like a savior.

"Remember that place?" tanyakanya. He pointed.

"Yes." Yeah." I watched the atmosphere in front of me for a moment. I looked at him later. "Mas Nizam helped me from that place of worship. From under the rubbish," I continued.

"If by remembering that you remember again, mending we say another. I want to tell you when I first knew Ummik."

"Pas Mas Nizam has a flash, right?"

"No, Ning."

Mas Nizam asked me to turn around. We went south. Meet with a traveling vegetable trader who just finished trading with one of the women with no arms. The trader also chose one direction with us. Say hello to us with a smile, then say hello, "Wife Mr Lecturer what girlfriend?"

Our steps stopped.

"What does a wife look like, Yu, like this?" Mas Nizam put his right hand to my waist.

"Yes, if this is clear, wife, sir. When did I get the show when I didn't hear anything from people?"

"Just two days ago. It's noon, Yu. Not many."

"Ow yes."

We ask for your permission.

"User Mas ngajar tilawah in Singolatren. The Darul Falah. The place where Ning Ala sang yesterday. I never knew he was ning. I just know he is Koriah. Her parents became cottage donors."

"This is Ning Ala or Ummik?"

"This is a continuation. Don't be jealous of me, don't."

"Mboten jealous, Mas. He said he discussed your meeting with Ummik."

"Yes. Gini lo, Ning's. I came from Ummik Nur Fatimah. The time was fitting Ummik same phone range (friends). Temen Ummik Nur ya Ummik Ridhaa. Incidentally they are talking about a future husband for you. Ummik is still confused to think of you. Until Ummik thought of finding a soul mate for you. In fact, Ummik himself knows that you are still not clear where. I don't know you either, Ning."

"Ohh, that's it." I pretended not to be surprised. But, I admit that my destiny to be paired with him is indeed quite interesting.

Some people greeted us. I nodded before asking. But, Mas Nizam was still talking to the old woman who knew who. I waited on the seat of the bamboo behind me. While gawking (swinging) my legs, I cast aside the scenery around me. If I live here, I don't seem comfortable. Because the past I've buried is in this place. I looked south. Someone smiled at me. Who her? Beautiful girl with a body. Gurgle the way.

"You're Mas Nizam's wife, right?"

"I-yes. Who are you?" I'm still guessing.

He put his hand out. "Me introduce Tika. Someone called Wardah too."

I shake. "Wardah Mustika Rahayu?"

He smiled broadly. "Yes really. Mas Nizam must have told me a lot about me."

"So, you got that kris?"

"May I sit down?"

"Yes monggo."

"When are you going to stay here?"

"Yes about four more days. Why, Ma'am?"

"Don't call me madam. Tika that's it."

"No no. I'm still seventeen."

"Isn't he? But not visible. Seriously."

I just returned her a smile.

"I'm sorry I couldn't make it to your wedding."

"Yes. It's okay, Ma'am."

"I'd really like that keris to be yours."

"Why should that be?"

"That's my gift to the woman that Mas Nizam loves. If I can't get Mas Nizam, at least if I have my valuables with the people he loves. It's the same way I feel loved."

"How much do you love him?"

"If my life were to be sacrificed for her. Know, anyone who's been willing to bet a life, it means he loves you very much. If you have found it from Mas Nizam, give your love to him. I who wish I would have a destiny with him alone do not get the blessing. Mas Nizam is an adult and can be nice to anyone. To my Father for example. Pesantren family may be the same as the village people. Still like to be matched, right? "

"Like that."

"May be given a baby."

"Are you pregnant?"

"Yes. Although I did not really like my husband, but it turns out that God has put a baby between us. Hope you are too. Be happy."

"Aamiinu. Thank you for the prayer. Play it home."

"I can't go there anymore. Excuse me. My business with him is done. Ever since Mas Nizam returned my kris, I felt it was time to finish it all. She's married, too."

"Silaturahmi has to stay awake."

"Thank you. Thanks for inviting me."

"Now?"

Mustika got off the seat. Say, "Eh, Mas Nizam. Sory, Mas, your wife I'm talking to you for a second. Sorry yesterday couldn't come."

"OKAY. I know your reason."

"Yes, Mas. Yeah, I left first, yeah, Mom."

I noticed how I looked until Tika disappeared at the turn of the alley.

Nyut!

"What is this thing called jealousy?" ask me to myself.

"What story is he? A keris?"

"Yes including kris too."

"That means anything besides that?"

"Ehm.yeah, we've just left, ma'am."

"But he didn't say what hurt you?"

"Mboten, Mom."

"Really huh?"

"Enggeh, Mas Nizam."

"OKAY. I believe." Then he grabbed my waist.

"Mas, please this in a public place. Shy to be cut."

"I think it's positive. Who dares to talk about us. Our man's a newlywed. Alright, right, we're so friendly." He pulled my body. I'm trying to loosen it up.

"Mass?"

"Yes yes. Don't take it for granted."

I let out a breath.

Once home, smelled fried chicken and savory rice. Nizam said he was hungry.

"Hud tumben cook as well as this smell? What cooking is it?" Mas Nizam precedes my steps. I can't wait to taste my mother-in-law's cooking.

"Oh, what's the cooking?"

"Zam?" Ibuk. Drain the fried chicken krispi. Then, put it on the baking sheet that has been given tissue.

"Tumben, Buk?"

"Yes with tumben, Le."

"What kind of event do you want?"

Mum looked at me. Told me to come closer. I'm just fucked. He whispered and said today Mas Nizam is his birthday. I'm trying to remember. I don't remember his date of birth. Mas Nizam himself seemed to be unaware of what I was preparing for him. Or maybe he forgot his age.