FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 22 “About Five Years Silam”
*Rabi’ah Al-Adawiyah
After naji night. Before njai with Ustaz Nizam.
“Mbak La, earlier you were asked Ustaz Nizam.”
“When?” While locking the front fence.
“Barusan. Yes most ten minutes ago.”
“What need to be called back?” I gave the keys to Ms. Fiya, the security manager.
It's nine o'clock in the evening. The front gate must be locked. The ndalem family is also no longer outside. Abah has returned home ba’da isya earlier.
“Mboten need (not need), Ma'am La. He said tomorrow he will talk about it directly with you.”
“Most about the race or what it is.”
“If others how, Ma'am?”
“Not possible.”
“Mbak La, Mbak La. Why to, Ma'am, you think it must be how to be paired with Ustaz Nizam. You guys have a vision of a suitable mission.”
“But of course.”
Enter rooms.
Floor mattresses are installed. Three mattresses are enough to make this cream color ceramic floor is not cold. The inhabitants are also only five.
“Eh, I don't want to sleep in a corner. Can't buy later,” pinta Mbak Maryam. He threw a pillow at the face of Mba Nara who was reciting near the window.
“Eii, you. Ma'am, only I can sleep in the middle. You usually snore lhoooo.” Ma'am Nara exclaimed. Throw that pillow back.
“The sleep rules are like this. Ma'am Nara deket window. Ma'am Ala is near you, Ms. Nar. Ma'am Maryam in the corner there, Mbak Janu in the middle, and I'm nearby Mbak Janu.” Olip's mother mediates. Squat down while tidying up the mattress. Pull the pillow then, in the top corner pile heaps the bag.
Mbak Janu just came straight to remove the veil. Put it on the closet door. Then, crumble down while sighing.
“Arek-arek clock is still crowded behind.”
“Still on why?” ask Maryam Ma'am.
“Nchat. There was also a treat. It's malem. It is sad to hear the neighbors. Not delicious. Dikasih know ee they instead said he said Ning Ala also just finished naji.”
“Iya. Excuse me. It didn't seem like it was night. I think let tomorrow maqra’ more mature.”
“Iya, Ning. I don't blame sampeyan. They slept last night. Tomorrow's turn awakens the tahajud pilgrims on hard. Must be digedor-gedor first new to melek.”
Someone shouted later. Silent room for a moment. Putting an ear, what's in the back room. I stepped there. Meanwhile, Mbak Janu stood up and tiptoed there following me until I had to crimp sandals that had been broken. Back to fast while fretting.
I stared at those cheering in the bathroom. Kusenyumi santri scenery splashed into the bathtub.
“Ya Allaaah,” Excite Mbak Janu. Turns directly over. Make sure that yells in the bathroom, is a water toy. Then, it was accidentally splashed on Mbak Janu who was grumbling.
“Yaaah,” said santri who accidentally spilled water from a dipper.
Contact all mouths closed.
“Mbak, it's night. Don't know what. The manager must be angry with the neighbors if you do not know this rule. Ummik Nur duko (angry) lo later. Two days ago, Ummik was already duko (angry) because your room is compact not sorogan. Want to get scolded again?”
“Light now, Ma'am Jan.”
“Ngak. Cepetan is on the machine now. Or, HP a month I will not share with you. I'm waleh nasihatin. Yesterday it was truant, sorogan was not diligent, the book of madin was also hollow. Complete is already your shortage.”
I touched Ma'am Janu's shoulder.
“Already. Let me, Ma'am.”
“Ten minutes you guys are not right. HP this month. Understand?”
The soldiers pursed their lips. Showing annoyance mimic.
“Mbak La, our people are cool again.”
“Asik what, Ma'am La. My face is lo seeen. Similar donut.” Santri's birthday defending himself.
“Already malem. Yuk, monggo to room now.”
“Before doang, Ma'am La.” Still bidding.
“Still remember, right, adab neighborly?His banat akhlakul is already khatam, right?”
Two of them nodded. Throw the dipper into the bathtub behind him.
“Yes, Mbak La.”
Santri four was shuffled. Ten steps I left, there was still noise in the room. Sounds angry. After that, he ran out while babbling. Santri whose clothes were soaked was forbidden to enter. The door was closed, while the members inside laughed at him. Sticking out your tongue while shaking.
“Mbak, open the door to. Emoh akuuuu.” His feet fell to the floor.
“What else is it?” my many.
She's looking. “This is Lo, Ma'am La. I can't go in. And, look at that they do in.”
I see it from the window. His friends are ruffling his closet. Take out all the clothes. Lowering the veil that has been stacked neatly in a hanger that is hung above.
“Yes Allah, poor times my fate tonight. That's the shirt I've ironed it all, huh. Bummer pol. Bete.” He growls.
He grimaced at me. Threw and looked at me.
“Mbak La, two hours I ironed my shirt. Just yesterday you. That also happens from the morning. Cook them with my rich clothes. Please, Ma'am La. Nggeh?” So excited to see the behavior of his friends, my arms became the target of his pinch.
“Sickness, Mbak.”
“Please me.”
“Mbak, Ma'am? Door open, Ma'am.” Kukekuk.
It opened up after that. And, the birthday santri hastily wept over his clothes that were already wassalam. Spatter everywhere. But I just want to laugh. I used to be naughty too. I've been cheating on Gus Ray. Gus Ray's clothes lying on the kitchen floor immediately I took it for granted.
I was helping Ning Rahil cook the ndalem family's night grave which was being attended by yai sepuh and my brother happened to be there too. Ning Rahil went upstairs to pick up something. I was told to turn the fried chicken over for a bit. There was no one in the kitchen except just and Gus Ray who then put down his jacket. Just had a night out with friends. Know in front there are guests, so Gus Ray chose the kitchen door. Although I was there, but he was ordinary. In fact, he confidently told me to wash his jacket that I had guessed had not been washed for two weeks. In fact, I know it's a beloved jacket that Ning Khumza once brought from Cairo. So, that's worn everywhere yeah that jacket. And, even more special, he was wearing expensive clothes that he said were designed by El-Behairy—, the most expensive fashion designer in Egypt. Based on his confession so, but I don't know what kind of reality.
After Gus Ray so easily told me to wash his jacket, I took action. I took El-Behairy's clothes because I accidentally fell. He called me twice, but I had the shirt on and I didn't give it to him. Just leave him undressed after he goes out of the bathroom.