FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 211 "The World's Angel"

*Tsaniya Tabriz

End of semester four. Times exhaust me. The task of piling up to reduce my murajaah ration. Although the number of macules is getting smaller and the SKS has been reduced, but the independent task of some of the makulnya requires me to do research. I became more and more out of boarding school with Kang Bimo. I also started to rarely trouble Mas Nizam. I've been completely independent since the third semester.

Mas Nizam himself was also busy with his job of recruiting teachers in pesantren. As I said before I got married first, this boarding school should be a salaf boarding school that is no less advanced. Have a fairly good competitiveness and have an identity in the eyes of the community. Both Mas Nizam and brother, they both struggle to start raising the name of the boarding school for the input given by the elders.

Teachers who have registered themselves and sent identities, are asked to come to the boarding school to see their brother and Mas Nizam for the purposes of educational tests, ethics, reading the Koran, and reading the yellow book. The applicants are certainly those who are actually qualified, some of them from the almuni starting from the 80s. The test of the book will be fully submitted to abah, while the test of education, morality, and reading the Quran to brother and Mas Nizam. As for the female registrant, I hold the education section test, moral test and recite the Quran to ummik, and scriptural test to Kak Ulya. The enlistment is about 50 people, 30 men and 20 women. The average age is twenty-five. There are only a few who have passed without selection. Those who are considered qualified and experienced. For the busyness of all the ndalem family, Mas Nizam and I no longer think about when we will be given a baby. It's that busyness that distracts us when we're pathetic what should have happened.

The test was done for two days. Further announcements are still following, related to the date of the implementation of learning in the early madrasah. Because the two-storey madrasa building, which is across from the gate, will still begin construction in a week. Involving villagers who used to be coolies. The second level building will also be used as a place of learning quran. The teacher of his own santri who has been able to read the basic book and read the Quran eloquently, whether they are santri son or daughter. The last two years, the students who look to perform are more noticed and educated specifically without their knowledge.

For 40 days after the test was completed, I was allowed Mas Nizam tabarukan, a grim khatam target 40 times. So during those 40 days I had to fast a lot, including fasting to get along with my husband. Not not allowed. It's just that Mas Nizam himself deliberately didn't want to bother me my focus. Had Mas Nizam not allowed me that time, I would not have left either.

* ibban Nizami *

"How does it feel like tabarukan?"

"Serba grazed, Mas."

"Try what?"

He whines. Suddenly embarrassed. Closer to his seat, then resuscitate his head on my right shoulder. His right hand was stretched to my left waist. I just heard her breathing getting louder. Also his body temperature began to rise. I touched his forehead. I thought she was feverish, tired of the tabarukan and the thanksgiving. But, it turns out that he said he was fine.

"Mas, I'm actually..."

"Everything?"

We looked at each other.

"Why are you, Ning?"

He showed his face very spoiled. His eyes are perfectly round. Many times widening the smile. Then back to hugging me.

"Mas, can I say something?"

"Yes, by the way, dong."

He looked at me again. Whispering very softly, "For God's sake, I love you, Mas. If I'm allowed to be Rabbi’ah Al-Adawiyah tonight, Mas."

I picked it up once. I say a prayer in his arms. I've blown three times.

"We build palaces in heaven, my wife," I whispered.

I put my ten fingers on his ten fingers. He closed his eyes and let himself be mine. There is no boundary between us. The breath and heart beat combine into one. Like the image of the inhabitants of heaven to the man who read it, the glance of his heresies is able to dim the sun of the world, his clear skin to the appearance of his bones, perfect beauty, and, and so is a drop of saliva that is able to offer the salty water of the world's oceans. When all that beauty was revealed, what I saw tonight at least represented the depiction. There is no lie. Because I can only feel pleasure. One of four things I have ever mentioned.

***

I spread the view. Some students sleep. Seven students wrote explanations. Others seem to be still asking questions. But then Fizah got up. He's holding his stomach. Rise up while covering his mouth. Going towards me, but not so. He just pointed outside the northern class, gesturing he wanted to go to the bathroom. I nodded in favor.

At 14:40 WIB. I was waiting for him to come out in another class, it had been about half an hour. Kusambi enjoys gambus and tilawah singing in the yutub. Shortly after, he touched my shoulder. Kulepas headset.

"Oh, it's done, huh?"

I put my phone and headset in my bag. I'm rising.

"Here you go, my mom."

I watched him for a moment. Face pale. I touched his forehead.

"You're sick again, Ning?"

"Mboten ngertos (don't know), Mas."

The lecturer who taught him to connect immediately so breezed in front of me. "So your wife went back and forth to the bathroom three times, Zam."

I looked back at Fizah. I touched his forehead again. "But not this angel."

"Available. Or buy medicine at a pharmacy near here."

"Thank you, Mom."

"I'm home first, Zam." Touching my shoulder.

"Yok, Mas."

I'm pulling his hand. "Look check first."

"Mas, it's just mules. My stomach acid rose the most. I haven't eaten before."

"So Mas chat said he had eaten."

"Yes already, get a snack from a friend doang, Mas. Now laper me, but it's too bad to eat."

I immediately asked her to see a doctor.

Arriving there, just getting off the bike, he immediately asked me to accompany him to the bathroom.

"Find the trash. I don't know where the bathroom is. Than it'll come out of the blue."

I pulled his hand. He vomited again. As I circulated my gaze, I accidentally saw a man holding his heavily pregnant wife.