FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 210 "Destiny Is Not the Same"

*Tsaniya Tabriz

Now the turn to attend the wedding of Ratna and Pak Iman which was held very simply at the Ratna brother's house. The guardian falls to the uncle who is then represented to the judge. Ratna was hated by her family. Almost no longer recognized as a family because his return brought shame. Pak Iman was almost the victim of accusations of people who had acted immorally to Ratna. For the sake of that injustice, I came to help Ratna. Giving testimony repeatedly until his family did not hesitate to accept Ratna again. With all the struggles and injuries, Ratna deserves a space of opportunity. And, I am so grateful that my best friend is now legally married.

Dewi Drupadi is in the arms of Mr. Iman comfortably. Fortunately, the tiny face was very similar to his mother's. Starting from the eyes, lip shape, skin color, hair, and nose. Thanks to the presence of the Goddess who is funny because of her way that is still stammering, the Ratna family slowly began to warm again as before. And, Mr. Faith has been accepted as Ratna's lawful husband. Men who want to give happiness to poor women. One of them is also to save the identity of the Goddess from the view of the community who does not know the true events.

The goddess has grown up. That means time has passed a year. He was present to fill the happiness of the two brides. Seeing her smile with her innocent face, I felt like I wanted to get on the sutra as well. A sight no longer ordinary. He walked towards me as I tried to give him my lap. He stammered, then he fell right on my thigh.

I kissed his head. "Sometimes if it turns out you should know your mother's past, please don't ever regret it, yeah, son. When you know that the good man you live with, whom you will call father, is not your biological father, may you not trouble your mother by asking who your real father is. Just one thing you need to know, that it is enough with this fate that you and your mother's father will live happily ever after. Grow and develop well, baby. Dewi Drupadi who said your mother, may you be a tough and honorable woman like the five pandawa's wife." I kissed him again. Very smooth and soft cheeks.

"Rabella?"

Ratna is healthy now. Chances are true, it was the birth of God that made him able to rise. Able to look at the past with a strong heart. He realized that he was the only one on his daughter's life. So, after three months she gave birth, she said goodbye to Darul Amin. From then on he learned to live a new life. Set a dream in the future with her beautiful little daughter and take care of herself. He was determined to recover from the gaping wound. In just a few words, I was willing with all my destiny, she was trying to understand herself, the will of God, and the needs of her daughter's life, she finally made it through all that slowly. It turns out Ratna is much stronger than me.

Me? I'm still wailing. Sad and longing. Month after month I went through with no other answer. The second week will always be a thrilling wait. Moreover, the santri guardian, ummik's best friend, is now beginning to question the news of my pregnancy. They are making a lot of suggestions. Honestly, it worries me as a woman. Although my chest was always warmed by Mas Nizam's sedative words, apparently the next day I would still miss those times. And for the sake of covering my sorrow, usually I will fondle Roya, Fadilah Tsuroya. My brother's daughter.

"So soon" whispered Mas Nizam.

"Sory, Ratna. I'm even daydreaming."

"No papa. Thanks for being my best friend, Fizah. My best friend is no ordinary person. It is only fitting that since the beginning we met, your aura is different from the others. I will forever regard you as my savior, Fizah. Whenever you work for me or Mas Iman, we're ready."

"Just pray my memorization soon khatam, huh?"

"How many?" ask Mr. Faith.

"It was actually beyond my expectations. Stay close anyway. Pray!"

"Awas lo if suddenly tell me your wife is pregnant again," threatened Mas Nizam suddenly.

Mr. Faith laughed at him.

"It's up to me."

Mas Nizam patted Mr. Iman on the shoulder. "Take care of yourself."

"Ready. Maybe in a week we will move to Banyuwangi. Don't forget to play it, Mom. I'm waiting for."

"Okay God, that's easy."

"I'm waiting for your good news." While glancing at me.

"Later in the evening we will do it again, yes. I'll also be more active on Monday Thursday."

"Thank you, Mas" I said softly.

"Yes, Honey. The most important thing is that now you just focus on rote. Five more juz, right?"

"Yes, Mum."

"It's normal to think sometimes. But, yeah, that's it. As if your memorization has been completed, there is one of your ideals that have been achieved. Where do you want honey moon? We've never had a honey moon, have we?"

"Where would Nizam go?"

"I'm up to you."

As soon as I got home, I looked for Roya in the room. On the street, Mas Nizam and I stopped by a toy store and baby clothes. I loved Roya as much as I imagined her as a child.

It just so happens that there are abah and ummik guests in the living room. I held out a shout to call for Roya. I replaced it with a nod and a smile to the three people. I went straight to the middle room.

"Sister? I brought something." I lift the bag I carry.

Sister Ulya who was breastfeeding greeted me with a smile. "What, Deck?"

"Shirt dong, Brother. Real nice. Funny and cute. I'd want Roya if I found her this way." I'm showing. Kuraba's fine cloth. I matched it with Roya's skin that was a pale reddish-white. I took out another sunflower-shaped knit hat. I flirted with myself after imagining how beautiful and cute Roya was wearing her knit shirt and hat.

"Tomorrow I put it on, deh."

"Promise, yes."

"Yes." Yeah."

And, as promised earlier, I prepared myself while waiting for Mas Nizam to finish njai, writing a lecture in the next village, replacing the brother who actually chose to teach the book of riyadus salihin with santri putra. Mas Nizam said, chances are he'll be home by ten p.m. The show after magrib.

Clock clanking. Turns out I was asleep. But, Mas Nizam hasn't come home yet either. I saw several notifications popping up, one of which was a smoke call from Mas Nizam. After I called back, my call was ignored. A few minutes later, he sent me a picture.

"No beauty? Sorry, Ning, I'm desperate to buy. It's okay, right?"

"Mas Nizam may think of buying clothes for this model. I never thought about buying. Look at it amused, especially fitting to use. Ouch..." I was confused myself to have to reply to him how.

"Delingan Mas Nizam just go home quickly. It's half eleven, my dear."