FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 3 “Still at Perawan”

*Nizami's Ibban

“After twenty-seven years of age, but still treated like a child mami,” my inner self while reading messages.

^^^“Sorry, My Mother Dear. The martabaknya just so. Was in line to flue. Seriously kok.” Two blue ticks, but not reciprocated.^^^

I complained about my mother's message asking me to come home soon. He said, I can't sleep at night. Fear of digondol wewe who often roam across the street this martabak basket. The distance between the base and the deserted building was about five hundred meters.

Perhaps what wewe meant was the night women who often went in and out of the closed building to the right of the road. I actually pass this road quite often. His appearance was not as terrible as mother told him. However, what is the heart of a mother whose heart is always anxious about her youngest child. Or, in fact, the mother had been eating the words of people who also often warned their children not to be close to the old building. In addition there are wewe in a real form, the brand is also lied to by scaring there are invisible creatures. But I'm a grown man. I can't possibly believe it just like that. In fact, once upon a time I intended to try to enter to ascertain the truth. But, once again I held back that intention on the grounds that if you knew, you would be angry.

Tonight I bought a martabak by bicycle. Besides being still ba’da magrib, the journey can be up to half an hour. Although far away, but this martabak has become a favorite. I'm curious. I want to see that place closer. I don't care even though I was reminded of the hammerhead basket earlier so as not to pass in front of the place. And, when I was still about to pedal, from the building there was someone who shouted forbid to go. A tall woman was running in a storm. Unconsciously leaving her skirt too high. Occasionally looking back ensured that the person who shouted was not chasing. But, strangely enough I had seen her wearing a headscarf from the crackle she was carrying. Then, he stepped agilely. Jumped into the field in front of him without looking back. He slipped among the sugarcane plants that had grown tall. Meanwhile, the man behind him even ran staggering until unconscious lying on the stairs.

I'm leaving behind a tree. Shortly after, two men followed to the sugar cane field. Screaming don't get out.

“Already.” I'm ending. Mom's been waiting.

Arriving at home. Mom opened the door. I parked the bike inside. I closed the door.

“Again, Le. Where's the hammer?” Mom raised her hand.

I put it on the table with no desire to respond said mother.

“I to room, Bu.”

While sitting down, my mother said, “Le, you are twenty-seven. Cepetan find Ibuk daughter-in-law. The salihah, yes, Le.”

My niece Nurin ran into my mother's lap.

“Iya, Mum.”

Often I just agree. How else. I haven't wanted to get married since my father died giving me a will so I'm going to study first. If I am knowledgeable, God willing, the household I built in the future can run well.

Moreover, I know exactly how my brother treats his wife less well so that their household is still often in a dispute. In the past, Mas Bayu did not want to be asked to go to school until he graduated strata one. That was the wish of my father. He decided to break up in the middle of the road. Working to raise money, then marry the woman of his heart. Because at that time, they had been in a relationship for too long since high school. About three years.

Semester four, Mas Bayu is out of campus. Focus on work, then marry her in 2011. The journey of their love that I've been feeling for these ten years, they're less able to understand each other. Therefore, Nurin often invited mother to the house. Pity if Nurin disturbed psychologically.

I do not want to follow in the footsteps of Mas Bayu who married young even though I am not young anymore. It's not that I'm afraid I won't be able to, I just want to carry out the late father's mandate. I also do not blame the decision of Mas Bayu married young, but I regret why he did not continue to try to learn and mature as the head of the family. Besides, I also don't have girlfriends who tend to be closer. My relationship with them is the same. Nothing more than a relationship.

“Pak Iban, yesterday there was a practical assignment from njenengan students. I put it on Mr. Iban's desk. Tomorrow checked immediately, yes, sir,” said Mbak Rubi in chat.

Yes, she may be the woman who sometimes seems more attentive to me. In college, I used to call her Bu Bia. Outside, I was allowed to call at will. Calling Mba Rubi just like that. He was a lecturer younger than me, the newly graduated lecturer got a master degree of education was immediately withdrawn Mr. Dean to become a lecturer.

“Thank you, Sister Rubi.”

Replied with smile emoticons.

Incoming messages from Mas Bayu.

“Ban, when did you move house?”

^^^“Why, Mas?”^^^

“I'll stay with Mom.”

^^^“Your house?”^^^

Finally, I called Mas Bayu.

^^^“Why has the decision gone so far? You used to struggle to maintain a relationship until you were willing to drop out of college. Don't remember that, Mas?”^^^

“Already. This I have decided. As soon as you take care of your transfer.”

^^^“If the CPNS test is accepted. That's also I'm not going to move addresses, Mas. Pity Mom if I move to Tulungagung until next.”^^^

“I can take care of Mom.”

^^^“Yakin?”^^^

“You doubt your Masmu?”

^^^“The reality is now?”^^^

“Already, Ibban. If I get divorced, I'll focus on taking care of Mom and Nurin.”

^^^“What is the decision already round?”^^^

“We've already negotiated.”

^^^“Honestly I'm disappointed.”^^^

All this time I never once meddled in his household affairs even though I also knew a little or a lot of the confusion. And, still this time I openly expressed disappointment at the decision of Mas Bayu, who I think is immature.

“So what's your response. Get married so you can feel the household tempest.”

^^^“I still haven't fully fulfilled Dad's will.” I held my father's picture frame on the desk.^^^

“Until when do you want to keep looking for knowledge?”

“I hear Mom often offered women who are ready to marry.”

^^^“Leave it.”^^^

“If you say you care more about Mom, you should get married, Ban.”

^^^“Mas, I still hope you rethink. Poor Nurin. Since it's not hard to live with you, he'd rather stay with Ibuk. Assalamu’alaikum.”^^^

Next day. At breakfast together.

Six seats, three of which are empty. To me, the void of that chair was just an ordinary sight. However, the nanar view seemed to carry its own message. Occasionally the motion of chewing mother changed slowly because staring at the chairs. Then, mom looked at me.

“If the members are even, the seat is full, Zam. There's your Dad, Masmu and your Ma'am Nisfi, Ibuk, you and your wife.”

I know where the talk is going.

“Oh, yes, Buk. CPNS announcement next month. Please pray the blessing, nggih.”

The story in the pesantrennya not yet nongol, yes.. 🤗