FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 207 "Second Week"

*Tsaniya Tabriz

"Congratulations, Ufi Ma'am. No, uh, I mean Ning Ufi Yasmina Madah."

"Oh my God, don't be so to, Ning, Ning. Shame loo heeeh," she whispered. Still with his trademark style is a bit splashy.

Only by watching him do I know he is happy. His smile was inexhaustible although many times it had to be given to invited guests who gave congratulations and prayers. Mas Nizam and I did not come home soon. I asked for it. I still want to talk to Ufi Ma'am. Mas Nizam himself is now still talking to Yazeed in front of the pulpit.

Maybe a bit of a contrast to the mimic I found on Yazeed's face. His face tends to be flat. The way to greet guests did not look so carefree. Maybe even a little bit disinclined. But, I saw him trying to show the best expression possible. He behaved so, probably because he did not know who the real Ufi Mbak. He will not believe me once I praise Mbak Ufi in front of him, unless later he can judge himself happy it feels like living with Mbak Ufi.

"Where is the replacement for the ndalem? Ummik fit ndak?"

"Lumayan. It may only be three weeks down the road, so yes Ummik sometimes still complains about the lack of prigelnya. He said it's not as rich as you are, Ma'am."

"However. Maapin lo yo. I just wanted to apologize to Ummik, Ning. Nitip greetings to Ummik. I'll definitely be at the cottage again."

"Yes, insyaallah."

"Where is the college going so well, right?"

"Alhamdulillah. It's kind of mind draining, anyway. The initial semester of college must be stacked. Not to mention if it fits together with the tasmi exam' to Ummik. Turn to ask for tolerance to Mas Nizam, he did not want to. Even though I'm his wife, he said duty is still duty. Maybe my grades are bad it must be Mas Nizam's makulannya."

"It could be a coincidence that, yes, Ning was taught to be her own husband." He giggles.

"Qadarullah That. In fact, I don't even want to. Arek-arek so know who I really am. It's just that I'm hiding my identity as his wife."

"No doubt Gus Nizam who used to not like, now even sweeter treatment."

"Alhamdulillah. God's Secret."

"By the way..mmm.but, like lo."

"What, anyway, Ma'am?"

"Aren't you?"

"Anu?"

"Yes anu."

"What anu?"

"Yes, Ning. How are you going to do that."

"Where does that mean? What are you, Ma'am? Uh, if you speak clearly. Ambiguous hmmm.."

"You fill me in my words."

"What's filled?"

Ufi ma'am patted his eel.

"Remain in the dark?"

"No. Fill what?"

"Agastes."

"Oohalaaaaah. Pregnant?"

"Alhamdulillah not yet."

"Alhamdulillah?"

"My client is so, Ma'am."

"Have you checked?"

"It has. Yesterday's. I am a prankster because of my thoughts every day. It just so happened to be five days late, so I checked. And, still negative. Mas Nizam doesn't know yet, Ma'am. He's relaxing."

"Yes fortunately, Ummik will already get a prospective grandson. So ndakn't tell sampeyan cepet."

"Yes."

I held the hand of Ufi. "Mbak Fi? I really hope you've got a baby."

That's because I remember, one of Yazeed's wishes after marriage was to have a baby soon. At this fourth wedding, I really wanted to see him fondle a son. I would still secretly be sad if I didn't see her as happy as I was. He was kind enough to take me to Al-Furqan, which turned out to be the residence of my biological parents.

"All by God's permission, right, Ning? I am up to God to give him how. I'm not targeting. But, I will also be very fond of if in the near future, we are immediately diitipi momongan."

"Yes yes. I will definitely pray for you, Miss Fi."

"Sampeyan is too, Ning. Smooth memorization and lecture. Thank you so much for being loved by momongan."

"Aamiinu. Thanks." Thanks."

Three steps to the bike, I looked up. Back to watching the two faces are now equally radiant. I'm happy too. When compared to me, it turns out Yazeed is indeed more worthy of being with Ufi Ma'am. I just realized their physiques are very harmonious.

The same thing happened the following month. Before I go to sleep, before I meet my sunnah on this Friday night, I stay in the bathroom for a long time. My heart is always waiting for this moment. Between resignation, worry, and maybe a little hope. I waited a while. The line only appears one. Recessed. Until Mas Nizam who was waiting, knocked on the bathroom door twice. I asked him to be patient in a moment. The test pack did not take two.

Four months went by with the same result. I don't know how I feel right now. Although this was my wish, but I started to worry about Mas Nizam. Promiscuous. But Mas Nizam himself never asked. It's just like he's memorizing my menstrual schedule. It usually happens in the second week. And, in those days Mas Nizam asked for a night or two nights a week, I was asked to fulfill his wish. I started to suspect. I was worried that Mas Nizam had deliberately asked me because he was secretly expecting my pregnancy. He only asked me on certain days.

Last week he had a sparkle when I agreed to his invitation. Maybe he thought there might be some happy news for him. In the second week, my menstrual schedule always comes at the right time. But this month, when my menstrual cycle goes back a week, I think tonight the results will be different. Mas Nizam again invited me to try to achieve it even though he never said it frankly to me. But, I started to understand his point during these four months.

The next day, his face would remain as usual. He will welcome my morning with his smile. He still holds me tight. Do not let go after a few minutes the eyes have been awake. And, as usual, she'll take me to the bathroom. I was always treated like a princess.

This morning, somehow I think his attitude is getting sweeter. Does he really understand that I'm starting to worry about him? There are no scheduled classes and lectures on Saturdays. All courses have been lobbied for Monday to Friday only. For that, we still linger in the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, we went out to perform the morning prayer in the room. When rakaat salat rawatib and dawn was over, she took my headscarf in the closet. The new headscarf, which she bought five days ago. Hijab gift because she thought I would get pregnant this month. With a radiant face, she put on that instant headscarf. Then, put a kiss on my forehead and both cheeks.

"Thank you for being so patient."

"What do I have to worry about?" She smiles.

"It's possible, Mommy."

"Don't forget to smile." He touched both corners of my lips. He pulled it so I could smile.

"Mass?"

"Yeah?"

In order to reach her cheeks, I had to tiptoe. This morning, I kissed her for the first time. As soon as I fully realized what I was doing just now, I turned my face away immediately. I wanted to leave, but my steps stopped. Mas Nizam pulled me until slammed into him. My body is shaking violently. I froze in his eyes. The cold heat came back.

"Such scented body spray? That wasn't like it?"

"Remove, Mas."