FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 212 "The End of the Story"
*Nizami's Ibban
"Ning, how late are you?"
He rubbed his mouth. "Ha late what to, Mas?"
"Mens."
"Hydid plate?" His face turned enthusiastic. His eyes glistened in the sunlight. He remembered. Moving fingers. Unsure, he recalculated. Half doubted his own memory.
"How many days?"
"I'm not sure, Mom. I can forget, yes. But it's been eleven days, Mom."
"Think that long how can you not be aware?"
"Lately we've been busy, haven't we."
"Yes you were here first. I bought a test pack."
"No, Mas. There's still home."
"No no. Waiting at home." I can't wait.
I bought two different test packs of different types and brands. I drove him to the bathroom. I hope my guess is true. I have been waiting for this moment for a long time.
"O Allah, if today is the time you promised after our patience." I waited for him with a huff.
Knock door. He didn't answer.
"Ning, you didn't even faint inside, did you?"
There's no answer.
"Ning?" Knock twice.
Slender.
"Ning, answer me. I can't break down. This is a ladies' bathroom. You're okay, right?" I am sending my voice.
The woman who just came out of the bathroom next door immediately looked at me cynically.
"Ning?"
Door opens. My breath escaped that moment as well.
"Mas kirain you why, O Allah. How'd it go?"
Face pouting. He hit my chest. Sobbing in there.
"Yet, huh?" I stroked his head.
He sobbed.
"Mas, if friendly do not here dong," said the young woman who just came. Want to get into the bathroom that Fizah just used.
"We're getting out of here" I whispered.
"But, Mom, you've been wanting to hear the good news, right?"
"Not to think about. If not already. We promilate sometime. Your memorization is already khatam. Like I said it was lo."
He rubbed his face.
"Bring it up, Mas, here's the test pack."
I'm watching. I think I saw it wrong or he failed to focus.
"Korananan."
"meaning?"
"Kok still asks what he means, Mas. See how many lines there are?"
"Two."
"It's still confusing."
I just didn't expect it. He almost made me cry. The corner of my eye seeped. I hug him. Kissed head. Down both cheeks.
"It's to be celebrated, Ning. Gotta."
"Mas, isn't that euphoric?"
"Mboten, dear. This is not excessive. It's only natural that I'm seneng. Two years we've been waiting for."
*Tsaniya Tabriz
See the water on his face? I'm moved. Especially when you realize this happiness is in front of your eyes. Eyes glazed.
📞"Buk, I want to give you good news. After this I preached to Mas Bayu and Mbak, nggeh."
📞"What, Zam? How you make me curious. Opo?"
📞"Si Ning pregnant. Alhamdulillah, Buk. Just checked."
📞"Yes Allah, thank God. Nuwun matur, Gusti. Yes Allaaaah Ibuk be happy."
📞"Yes already, Buk. I'll go home first. Can't wait to tell this news to all the families."
📞" Yes uwis. Careful, Zam. No speeding, Le."
I asked him to call my mom too. And, as he told his mother-in-law, he told my mother a short story. In fact, my mother also said, tomorrow my mother will free anyone who wants to eat pecel. This happiness is much deeper than when I passed the Quran with the predicate of mumtaz and mutqin.
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I held her hand. Grasping as hard as possible. We go around laughing. Fondled on our happiness three days ago. Sometimes he makes me talk in front of his camera. I always find it hard to start talking. Only your laughter and smiles are recorded. Sometimes he told me to puff up my cheeks, then pinch them hard enough. He said, my cheeks will be even more bubbling like puffer fish. He teased me with cheap chatter. But I can't stop laughing. Perfect.
On the balcony of this villa, we enjoyed a delayed honeymoon. Sitting together welcomes the arrival of dusk, also while letting hot coffee cool by itself. Behind the broad sea line, the sun will sink there. The scenery wouldn't be as exotic as this if we weren't flowering. Complete is already felt.
"Mas, it turns out that God's plan is beyond belief, huh?"
"Very. Memorize you, you're pregnant."
"For God's sake, I love you so much, Mas Nizam."
"We are esa. I was you. You are me. We're the same and it makes no difference at all."
I leaned on his shoulder. "I love you. Thank you for being a patient husband. Never been mad at me." I say it again.
He touched my chin. Directed my gaze at him. Nyut! He told me to close my eyes. Then, grab me for so long.
End's....
Jazakumullah khairan's. May Allah give good to all. Prayers, support, waiting for an update, and whatever it is, I thank you. Whatever shortcomings are in this story, I am just a human learner and longengan come complete it. All goodness and majesty belong to God alone. Hopefully bring benefits. If not, at least it can be entertaining. 😁 🙏🙏
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This is the last date of 2021. Cepet, yes. Yesterday, I still set my dreams and hopes. That is how time will always turn around. May all our dreams in the future, dreams that are still suspended, will be realized this year. Thank you so much in January. 😁🙏💪💪💪💪
️ DO NOT FORGET IMPRESSIONS AND MESSAGES, YES. ____🌷🌺🌺🌺