FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 25 “The Fade of Charm”
*Nizami's Ibban
“Assalamu’alaikum?” The girl said hello.
We were in the living room looking at it at the same time. He looked at me and Mas Bayu first, then approached Mbak Rubia. He put something on the table, then sat down next to his right Mommy Rubia. The first time I found a bright brown eye wrapped in plastering lashes. The long-veiled girl threw a smile once. I think with her hobby of traveling, she is a stylish and stylish girl. The background of the rich man's son and his education in the pesantren still looks strong from the behavior and what I see now. Unfortunately, once again I still find it funny to meet Miss Rubia here. More because of the confusion.
Rubia tried to improve the look of the face. He got up carrying something that was placed on the table earlier.
Gawaiku. I asked permission to open it for a while because the three of us had not started the conversation.
“Pak Ibban seriously want to apply for Nasmah?”
Gather for a second. How am I going to explain it?
“Pak Ibban frankly. I do not care if Mr Ibban has indeed set the intention straight.” It's just a testimony. Not the real feeling. If the attention that has been part of the proof of love that he has craved, then I have wrongly decided to meet Nasmah here.
^^^“We'll see later. Out, Ma'am! We're talking outside.” Send.^^^
“Sebentar.”
He came out with the cake on two plates.
“You haven't talked about anything?” he said after that.
He showed a more neutral expression. I thought he'd stay like that.
“Or, am I the only one talking?” Inching sitting.
“You really want a marriage spree, Sister Nas?”
“Iya, Dek Bi,” answers firmly with a rhythm that flows gently.
“But, I haven't spoken to Dad yet.”
“Pakde acc?”
“There is no answer yet. But, I've asked Mazaya.” for help
“Mazaya told me that.” Mas Bayu.
“Sorry, this agreement has what needs, yes?”
“Following up Mbak Nasmah's request,” added Mas Bayu.
“Thengan?”
Rubia looks preoccupied with her phone.
“Nizami Ibban. My sister.”
He offered a smile.
“But this name sounds familiar?” muttered.
“Where have I heard of it?” mumbling again.
Then, Nasmah looked at the woman beside her.
“Your friend, right, Bi Deck?”
“Know where you are?”
“From Your Mom. Once told that you were close to a lecturer named Ibban Nizami. That's it, right?”
Now I want to laugh. Rubia gave an eye signal not to talk further.
“Pak Nizam, njenengan was actually expected Mama Dek Bia to go home. Not far from here, Mr.”
I can't linger there. Nasmah's expression that said he had not fully obtained permission from his father was tantamount to the blessing that saved me. I am also not grandiose when I say a parting sentence. Enough with my apology and Mas Bayu to Nasmah. Along with that earlier, Rubia showed her relief. He took us home until we parted ways at the fork in the road. I apologized for not being able to meet his invitation to stop by the house even though he said it was only ten minutes away. I said I had an event this afternoon.
***
After the prayer in the mosque. Mustika took me straight home. Some of them were waiting before he left.
“I haven't had time to say, Mas. Excuse me. I've been more excited about that lately..” He held back the next words.
“Lamaran?”
“Iya, Mas Nizam.”
“Meet parent's request it's mandatory. Nothing is more valuable than them.”
Steps ceased. “Can't I refuse once?” He looked at me seriously.
“Originally with painless words.”
“Mas, I want to say something to you.”
“Do not now.”
“Mas Nizam know I mean?”
“What is it?”
“It seems like it is not the right time,” murmured.
“No need to rush, Tik. Also do not be too sure that by rejecting the proposal of a man who likes you, you will be happy after that. Understand what I mean?”
He's nodding.
Until our steps stopped in front of his house, we were silent. I looked at him once. He looked down a lot, like he was thinking about something.
This time it was not so much attended by members. They permit other activities. Others said they were overwhelmed by Mr. Jatmiko's argument. Hopefully, it is enough until this afternoon debate can be made the last decision. Abid beside me whispered, said Mr. Jatmiko deliberately stalling until almost approaching the event. If that were the case, the people of the organization would not have the opportunity to do much. It is impossible to invite the yai if the time is less than a few days. He came to that conclusion after the meeting the day after that I could not attend.
Mr. Jatmiko voiced himself.
“The way we do puppets only. I've asked for the opinion of many people, residents here. They prefer the wayang.” show
“But, we will not participate in the event,” I said.
Abid whispered again, “This way we are proposing. But he even took over. Can't be so, Mr.”
“This time let.”
“Monggo,” replied Mr. Jatmiko.
“If there's anything, we won't be in charge.” Adimas.
“Only one we ask. Next time give us a chance. Or, if Mr. Jatmiko next time can be invited to work together, we will welcome you with pleasure,” I said.
“Sorry Mr. Jatmiko. We're trying to be tolerant, sir.”
“I just want to please people here, Mas. This Mas-Mas, right, is young. So, it is only natural that you do not know exactly what they want. I have decided. Not very cultural.”
Mr. Jatmiko simply misinterpreted our proposal from the start. Without explaining too much, he still did not want to change the idea that he considered a patent.
“Tonight I will also announce something. Two more weeks Mustika Rahayu, a dancer in our village, will soon be applying with a man named Darya Setyo Aji Gumelar.”
“Bapak?” Mustika shouted in the middle of the door frame.
Mustika stays there. Looking straight at the gaze of his father who will always be the determinant of his future. He stopped entering the room filled with many men.
“Please Mr. Erat earlier.”
“You will only marry her, Mustika. Why do you insist on refusing from yesterday? Can you show me who's better than Darya?”
“There,” the answer is slow. His head turned towards me.
“Mas Nizam, Sir. You can look at the man in front of it.”
Mustika held back the fear. How long had he thought that he was so brave as to oppose his father in front of so many people. People knew her as a gentle woman. His appearance was filial and sacred to his own parents. But, tonight he changed the perception of others in an instant. I regret that attitude. I need not be flattered, compared, and considered better than the man in question. He should have heeded my words before he got into trouble with his own father.
Mr. Jatmiko rises. He took a quick stance by removing Mustika from the door. Meanwhile, Mustika's gaze at me accompanied her steps away. His eyes are swimming.