FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 24 “Involuntary Meeting”

*Nizami's Ibban

Nurin is asleep. Ibuk and Mas Bayu were still talking in the living room. They talked about divorce and some of it about what Mas Bayu offered me yesterday. I heard them say a lot of words. In the midst of his enthusiasm to hear the opportunity for me to get a candidate, mother's voice sometimes turned somewhat raucous when re-describing the problems that Mas Bayu faced with mbak.

There is no third person he said. Ibuk told Mas Bayu to be honest. And, Mas Bayu still answered no. He sighed and tried to believe. I also didn't think that way. I remember very well how long they used to be in a relationship and it used to be Mas Bayu who really wanted to fight for mbak. So, after that Mas Bayu offended his in-laws.

Mas Bayu admitted that he had been patient enough to be a family leader who was under-appreciated and over-regulated. And, that's absolutely right. He is a typical man who really wants to always not be attached to many things. And, when he had already made up his mind, others would have a bit of difficulty changing his choices. My mother and I could do nothing.

I listened to my mother advise Mas Bayu at length. Reminds me of the responsibility that my father exemplified during his lifetime. Asking Mas Bayu fumbled the momentum of studying with dad every weekend. Repeatedly my mother explained the patient behavior of my father facing his attitude that is often emotional and selfish. That's where both sons of fathers should learn to understand. Responsibilities in the world will be carried to death, he said. Then, ibuk reaffirmed that one day Mas Bayu must be ready with all the risks both in the world and in the hereafter.

A few seconds of silence. Mas Bayu changed the topic, returning to the discussion of his offer earlier. Whatever he knew how the woman was, he told his mother everything. He also persuaded my mother that I would accept. He succumbed to the word of not being able to persuade me, if he were to ask, then I would definitely not be willing to accept it.

Whether it is Mustika or any other woman, I welcome you with open arms. There are no women that are special. My mother tried to understand I was a man who was better at determining life partners. The strongest reason ibuk then is that ibuk believes I will choose a daughter-in-law candidate who can make mother happy in her old age. However, my mother let me know first if the woman wants to be introduced to me. Can all be brought to the house just a friendship and pleasantries.

After returning from campus the next day, I picked up Mas Bayu at the factory. Today he is just a morning shift until noon. We went somewhere with maps. Mas Bayu who drove my motorbike. This morning I made an appointment and he said he would take me to the woman's house. For the sake of mother's request, I obey even once there is no sign I will be interested in her. From the beginning I heard the story, I was not interested. But, what's wrong with pleasing others. Also, trying is innocent.

The motor is speeding. It was obvious that Mas Bayu was driving. The normal size of a person will drive 60-70 kilometers/hour on a large highway, then he is accustomed to 80-90 kilometers/hour. Like being surrounded by time. I told him, later in the afternoon I have a rendition of village prayer with Mr. Jatmiko. An hour later, there were no signs of turning onto the residential highway.

“Mas, soon there will be a turn of the road. To the left,” I said.

“Ya.”

“No need to speed.”

“Iyo.”

Less than ten minutes after turning left. Straight for one kilometer through a shady road with the right and left sides of the rice fields. Looking up there is writing in the village area that we are headed. Mas Bayu loosened the pull of gas. Just a few more turns. Some motor drove ahead. Three after one overtakes, one after the other grabs my attention. From the license plate, I remember who it belonged to.

I'm opening message.

^^^“Where did it come from?” Tick one.

^^^

Turn right on the fork. The small intersection continues, then stops at the front turn of the patrol post.

“Where is his house?”

I'm down. Trying to ask the man who just came out of the small shop on my right.

“Ngapunten earlier. Where's the convection businessman here, sir?”

“If the convection is not here. Thirds before the crossroad, should be to turn left. There is a need with his boss, Mas?”

“Inggeh, Sir.”

“If the boss's house, the second house to his left the front house the patrol post. There is one black sedan car parked.” While pointing.

I followed.

“Which there is a woman turn it lo, Mas.”

.

“Oooh. Nggeh. Thank you very much, Mr.”

“Sami-sami.”

I'm back up. I hit Mas Bayu—jalan's shoulder!

“No longer if long,” said Mas Bayu later.

The woman appeared in the doorway directly turned her back on us. He wears a mask. Want to go out again but without carrying his backpack earlier. He approached, then saw his eyelids move wider. He opened the mask. Not wearing sandals.

“Pak Ibban?”

I also reflexively smile.

“Already know?” ask Mas Bayu.

“Already.”

“This idiot. Definitely soul mate.” Chirping a little hard.

“Hustttt,” I said.

“Please enter!” Rubia welcomed me with great pleasure.

I followed his steps.

“Shortly a minute. Is this Rubia's house? I don't think it's.”

“Home Pakde kok, Pak.”

“Tumben, Sir, come here? Must want to order uniform, huh?” Then let us sit down.

“Kok quiet?” my many.

“Clearly. There is only a baby sister and her daughter Pakde. Well, I'm here to get them, sir. Mr Ibban himself would like to order a uniform or what?”

Me and Mas Bayu looked at. Clunky. Bizarrely. Suddenly met with Rubia's mom here. I wonder if Mas Bayu's information is true or not. Embarrassed to be caught by Rubia with a gaze waiting for an answer.

I smiled, Rubia smiled as well. Again his eyes waited.

“Actually so...”.

Mas Bayu was impatient, and then finally answered my words, “Gini lo, Rubia Mbak. I was told yesterday by a friend at the factory. He has a friend who he says wants to get married, but his soul mate has not been caught. Address here. Child of convection businessman. That woman used to be a nyantri. But, not told where the goiter.”

“So. Inshaallah who means that his son Pakde the third. Sister Nasmah. He came out for a second. Walking distance. Monggo is waiting. Not long time.” Smiling at the end.

But I just felt weird. And, it turned out that after a few seconds I thought, my decision was to comply with my mother's request and Mas Bayu was too hasty. Rubia's brother is apparently Nasmah's close brother. The world is too narrow.

“Please drink lo, Mr Ibban.”

The mineral water in front of me I took one.

“Nasmah's time how many years, yes?” ask Mas Bayu.

“New month yesterday birthday. Now, yes, twenty-one. Glance match with Nasmah.” Rubia's mom blatantly combed.

Mas Bayu laughed.

“For him.”

The joyful mimic dimmed. Rubia looked at me and looked for justification.