FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
The Extra Part (Hehehe)
If the last three GOLD and DIAMOND eps have not been up, wait it up first, nggeh. Hehe. 😁️
*Tsaniya Tabriz
It feels like people are losing. For days I looked at my son's baby basket. My heart is no longer in my arms. Although I was actually troubled, but Mas Nizam convinced me that helping someone who is in need will be a fruit of multiple goodness.
At first I asked that after three months at least, but in fact I myself also felt compassion for Gus Omar and his wife. With the consent of all the families, my second heart that I just gave birth to a week had to change hands.
"Mas, I miss Fathima."
"When we go there."
"They should be here because we're his real parents, Mas."
"The sincere. There's still Kiya in us."
"If if our second child were a boy, maybe I wouldn't be willing, Mas. Yeah, since he doesn't drink breast milk and girls, I can still learn sincerely."
"Husssh we're helping people. They had almost eight years without children. They must have missed it. As for us, we are a fertile couple. You are a spiritually healthy woman."
When Kiya was not even a year old, I was suddenly shocked because it was confirmed positive for pregnancy. But, I am grateful because abah and ummi were the first people who paid great attention to my health from the beginning, then Mas Nizamlah supported my mentality.
"Darling, there's a guest."
"Where?"
"I'll take a look first. Mas Nizam is neat when you meet guests."
"Assalamualaikum, Ning Niya."
"Mbak Kala? Please sign. Oh God, I'm sorry I was with Mas Nizam just talking to you and your husband. I honestly miss Fatima. Can I carry a sling?" Tsaniya showed her impatience.
Kala also sat down. Putting a small bag containing Amra's needs.
"You alone?"
"Who, Honey?" ask Mas Nizam.
"Mak Kala, Mum."
"Ooo you. Alone alone?"
"With mbak. He asked outside. Forgive me for having Gus Omar fill out the study on campus. So, can't come. Sorry, yes, Ning Niya? Gus Nizam?"
I didn't listen to what Mbak Kala said. Because he was so happy he came home at the right time. Swear all that miss. I didn't stop pinching my heart's red cheeks, then kissed it repeatedly.
"Where are the milk drinks today?"
"God is always safe. Should I get a milk mom?"
"What's really important is the person. But it is also true, if you know the person better too. And it takes precedence over those who are moral karimah."
"Before thank you for coming here."
"I, Ning, am truly grateful. The point of raising Ning Niya and Gus Omar will never be forgotten."
"What matters is that Fathima is loved wholeheartedly, Ma'am."
"If that's for sure, Ning. We will give you the best. Because Amra was born to an extraordinary Mother and Father, so surely later Amra will be a godly child."
***
Cars lined up in front of the gate. All the luggage has been handed over. All families enter the living room that has been arranged so neatly and beautifully.
The world suddenly went so fast. Although I never saw how his daily life, but seeing him growing up, then finally officially getting a ring from the man he chose to be the future husband, I was happy. As her birth mother, I never forgot to pray for her. I only pray that at the hands of Hisham, the first son of Nyai Ranaa, my son will be able to reach heaven with him.
The show's over. I saw Fatima watching her ring finger. The water of his face. Wide smile. Shimme his eyeballs. I know he's very happy too. She, my daughter, looks perfectly beautiful wearing a salem-colored robe, matching Hisham's outfit.
Then, I saw her she was gathered in front of Nyai Ranaa's mother. Listen to advice for the advice given. I saw him shed tears. So was I who was deeply touched to see this precious sight. I'm crying too. I don't know when my daughter will think of me as just a brother. However, it was also due to my own request.
Suddenly I saw him coming towards me. He offered a different look. His sight made me powerless. I still offer a smile even though the shakes hold.
"Congratulations, Beautiful Nduk. Barakallah. Be happy."
"Abi used to say that I had to be rude again when I touched her. Meanwhile, I knew that should have been a son to his father, he wouldn't have cancelled it. That was when I was eleven. Then, the more I was a teenager the more I wanted to know. I asked and Abi also said that I am not Abi and Mother Kala's biological child. It's just incredible sadness. I was angry, but I realized that I shouldn't be mad at them after knowing the real story. My life is nothing less than anything. I asked again, but Abi said that someday I would know."
My chest is shaking violently. Both of my hands were already impatient to stretch and swing their bodies into my arms.
"Just the day Abi approved of my relationship with Abang Hisham, Abi finally told me that my birth mother was longing for me. Ma'am, let Fatima Amra hold you."
And, I was finally able to hug her like when I first saw her she was born into the world.
"You grow well in the hands of the right people. I ask you please don't regret anything. In the hands of your Mother or Mother, you will remain the woman you are today." I let go of the deck.
"My beautiful mother, you're nineteen years old. You should've understood everything."
"Mom, I really do have my blessing with Brother Hisham, don't you think?" Her voice is clear.
"definitely. Whynot? Hisham Bu Nyai Ranaa's son is a kind and intelligent man. Even though he is not a hafidz, it is not a problem. You clearly deserve to be with him. And he must be lucky to have a woman like you, Ndukku."
"Jazakillah, Ummi. Amra very dear. Amra misses."
Happy are both of them. At the end of the year, Fathima and Hisham are getting married. Here, I still make sure that the smile will remain as wide as ever.
⁇ ️ Alhamdulillah extra partnya already fulfilled. But, ngapunten just short as usual. Hope likes. 😁🤭🤗🌺🌷️️️️️