FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 34 "Creepage"
*Nizami's Ibban
"Wait a minute."
Zahra and Rinai turned their bodies around.
Kurogoh wallet from the back pocket of my pants. I took out two pieces of red money.
"Don't refuse. I know you need this."
His face looked deeply. I guessed what still made him hesitate to accept help, while originally they were in desperate need.
"I am a stranger. But, the doors of fortune are everywhere." I put my hand out so the money would be welcomed.
"Zahra, accept this" I asked once more.
Slowly his hand moved towards the money between the two rows. He nodded his head.
"But I'd like to ask you a question, Ra. Have we met before?"
"God not yet, sir."
"Is that?"
He nodded again. Just when I clearly noticed her face, I seemed to have seen it at a glance and had listened to her description of her face from Mother Waskiah.
"Foolah. Greetings to your parents, Zahra."
"Goddessa. Barakallah for Mr. Nizam."
I let him go. I'm not sure which direction they're going.
***
Before going to buy a mother's seat, I took Mas Iman to the boarding house for a while so we could just ride a car. He was also willing to stay the night after I offered. Tomorrow there is also no teaching schedule and free activities. There are also friends who coffee and talk at night.
Upon arrival at Rubia's home, we were greeted directly by the owner of the wish. Mr. Iman poked my arm, "Isn't she really pretty?"
"That is the view of the Kasmaran. See and hear with heart. Come on!" I got out first.
Brekk! Car door closed.
I have Mr. Faith's eyes not blinking.
"Where are your gifts?" He nodded before letting him in. Shift the view towards us.
"only this. Watch out for the protests" I said.
"It's romantic, Mr. Ibban. Wear on all fronts." Glancing at me while holding back a smile.
"Where are you, sir?" Turn of Memalak Mas Iman.
"Is. Later aja. I'm going in first. Guests are left out in front. I'm thirsty." He's upset. Letting Mommy Rubia's right palm go blank.
"So move away." Sister Rubia touched my arm and the arm of Mr. Faith. It means loosening the road area.
"The party's in the back. Genes can pass by the side."
Rubia is from an upper middle class family. Although not two-story, but the new house that he said had been purchased three months before the move was quite large. But, the chances of this house actually being bigger than I expected. It doesn't look so big because of its large yard. The front yard of a grassy house alone would fit ten cars.
We stayed by the side of the house until we stopped in front of the wall. There was a small balloon door. Then someone from inside looked at us and let us in. As soon as we took turns to enter through the door, in front there were already many invitations sitting at the table of chairs prepared. Then, a minimalist decoration with flowers and bright lights on the left right side, in the middle there is a table on which is available two levels of large size. Meanwhile, on the right side we have jogetted some visitors who really enjoy the gambus music. The party was very lively.
Rubia moved her body and hands briefly in the middle of the door. Smiling with her own happy day. He looked at me, then signaled I was dancing like him. He also approached.
"Later there will be a salary. Mr. Ibban I resigned."
"Ready, Princess."
He laughed gracefully.
"How much is this an invitation?"
"Just fiber. Five orphans. That's them sitting in rows over there."
"As I said yesterday, Mr. Faith I resigned my prayer."
He showed his thumb.
Two men and a woman approached us. They're Rubia's parents.
"Assalamu'alaikum, Auntie," said Mas Iman representing.
We shake.
"Please sit. Eat a drink before the show starts." The hand swung down at our back table, which we immediately fell into.
Dessert, a red and orange drink in champagne (flute) glasses, rice that has been served in flat plates, vegetables and some menus in large bowls and baking pans. Selected as desired. But no one is around him yet.
*Rubia El - Hazimah
The show has started.
Papa whispered, "What a good thing. What do you want to see."
"Well, there's no doubt. Papah would have liked it."
Papa did not give a next response. Meanwhile, the mother beside me gave me confidence that what I said was true. Mama can catch the charm of Mr. Ibban since the first time ever met. Unbeknownst to papa, my mother and I secretly talked about Mr. Ibban together when confiding in each other.
In an instant, his soft voice tapped into the visitors' shoes. Papa quietly lived until he did not feel his eyelids closed. Mama showed her admiration through eyes that did not stop sparkling. Then, I myself feel proud to be able to show the man I have been waiting for in my destiny. My hope is that my mom and dad will let me love her until fate decides the love thing between us.
Mama pokes. I caught my mom's eyes again showing her joy. I found papa drifting in every verse of God so beautifully chanted by his master.
If anything's missing tonight, then it's my heart. Mr. Ibban was able to make me testify that there was no love other than him. I see the perfection of God in His creation.
Tashdiq ends his nagham-nagham. Mr. Ibban returned to his seat. When Papa turned to her, he immediately lowered his head. Papa gave his appreciation through his smile.
Entering the core event, I was called to immediately climb the pulpit. It's time to make a wish, then cut the tip of the cone for whoever's most precious in my life. Of course then I gave it to my mom. I kissed the back of my mom's hand accompanied by the thunderous applause of the guests. I said two words with a bursting feeling. My chest is filled with love. I'm very happy. It was in that chair that I finally saw who should be worthy of being a priest in my life. I have to go faster than the woman who probably likes Mr. Ibban behind me.
At the end of the show, I held them home when the other guests were home. I told them to stay longer like orphans still enjoying the buffet at the table.
"Where's your gift?"
"Let's go ahead."
I'm clucking.
"The two gifts I gave you were taken from Ibuk. Hope you like it. It'sit's nothing. Just a hijab and a robe. If it's a special day, Mr. Iman has prepared it."
I looked at Mr. Faith who pretended not to listen.
"Photo first, yuk!"
"Just use my HP." Mr. Faith offered.
Then I held his phone.
The cisss! Vekrekkk!
There are five shots in various styles. The two humans behind me posed strangely. And, unintentionally when I laughed, I touched the viewfinder. That photo even looks good.
"We go home now, Rubia. Barakallah. Sanah hilwah's. May God always take your steps."
I said amiin.
"I'll get to the car first."
Stay me and Mr. Faith. At a glance Mr. Iman immediately pulled something out of his pocket. But, I have to leave something to him immediately. I took the envelope in my dress pocket.
"Sir, please give this to Mr. Ibban. Please urgent."
"This is a love letter?"
I can only answer with a big smile. But, Mr. Faith looked at me crisply.