FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 35 "False"

*Nizami's Ibban

Ahead of displacement.

"Mr Ala, just ask for a minute. I think I need to talk to Ma'am Ala before I move. For my badal alhamdulillah already exists." I hope Mbak Ala is not surprised if I ask him this.

Ma'am Ala stopped the move.

We sat on the terrace, far away.

"Sir, I apologized earlier. I just want to ask. Does Madam Ala have a husband?"

I noticed that his expression did not change much.

"I'm sorry too, Tad. Memange wonten nopo (what's up)?"

"If you want to, I want to know."

"Maybe someone else is better suited to Ustad Nizam."

"Why so sure?"

"Because....." Ma'am Ala plays her fingers.

"Because I want to focus on rote until mutqin. Yeah, I want to focus, Tad. My rote is not mutqin yet."

"That's what it looks like."

"Enggeh. So, I haven't thought of finding a future husband."

"Yes already. It is better to focus first. Primary dream. You have to chase it until you get it. That's better. After that you just got married. I see, don't you, Mommy?"

"God, Tad." Ma'am Ala replied softly.

"I heard you were actually ning, huh?"

His eyes that somewhat avoided the gaze returned to look at me. He replied, "I'm an ordinary woman, Tad."

"Ummik Nur told me. Really true?"

He also nodded slowly. Just once.

"His message is different from others. He was treated differently by some of his friends, "my inner self.

"November is soon. The maximum training. Hopefully it will pay off. You're the champion."

"Nuromasturbation, Tad. Thank you very much."

I nodded.

"Alhamdulillah every two nights I take the Mbak training."

"Yes yes. Thanks for that too. Thanks help. Because it's my move in a minute."

"To Tulungagung, what?"

"Yes, Ning."

As soon as he replied, "Don't be called like that, Tad. Saestu (real)." Face begs.

"There's a problem, huh?"

"Not good with friends, Tad. Many do not know. All you know is the manager."

"They should know. So they can treat you as they should."

"They're all good to me. Gentlemanly."

"Then say hello to Abah and Umimu, Ma'am."

"God I say."

"Oh, yes, my phone that night is fitting again what event?"

"That's. um. big families want to build boutiques. Got his own convection, Tad. So, later can the production of santri uniforms themselves. Next year's program insyaallah there is extra sewing for the princess."

"good. What are you involved in?"

He precedes with a smile.

"Well, that's me just the suggestion part, Tad. I like fashion, but don't know the details of how."

"You just focus on memorization."

"Enggeh, Tad."

I heard that santri-santri was crowding around in the back. Me and Mama looked over. Five students were either talking about what while facing us.

"Yes already. Santri. I'll say goodbye, Ma'am. Assalamualaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullah." Nodded me.

Ma'am Ala immediately turned to the crowd of her friends. The word cie was repeatedly used to explore it. But, he only told his friends to disperse immediately.

"Oh, I'm off to college first."

"Zam, here's the rice."

"Kok now I bring you provisions. What's up?"

"The bus wants to pay more attention to you, Zam. Soon you will be far away from Ibuk. We'll rarely see you, Le."

I received the lunchbox from my mother. It's wrapped in black crackle. Then I said, "The first woman in Nizam's heart, Buk. Never mind. I don't like leaving far abroad."

"That's busy like this, Zam. You know Ibuk is more comfortable with you than you are alone.""

"In a moment, Mas Bayu came home. He would take care of Ibuk more often every day. To the top of at least three daily."

I know honestly I'm less like. The cold attitude of Mas Bayu and more concerned with himself makes ibuk now not much to impose or take care of all Mas Bayu affairs. Although Mas Bayu and I were at home, my mother often asked for my help.

Mom hugged me. "Where do you usually have lunch, Zam, if you don't I'll bring you lunch?"

"Mister Rubia is usually the one who gives, Buk."

Ibuk. "Mak Rubia really seems to be paying attention to you. She like you? Remember the message Ibuk the other day. Prospective daughter-in-law to Ibuk before you move."

"Just sit down if that's it." I pulled my mother's body slowly to sit in the chair. I hunkered in front of him.

"I will always remember. Although the reality is that I have not given happy news to Ibuk, but that does not mean I did not try. Nizam listen to my good advice."

"Keep, Le?"

"As Ibuk said last night, I spoke with Mbak Ala four eyes. He was indeed a ning. She is a humble and accomplished woman. Tomorrow in November he also joined MTQ Jatim in Madura."

"Continue?"

"And, about what Ibuk wants, it turns out Mbak Ala still wants to focus on rote first. She doesn't have a husband yet."

"Le, you told him no that you're ready to wait?"

"Yes, Buk. Gumptuous. Especially after I found out he was a ning. If I say I'm going to wait for him it's like telling him to hurry. Poor Quran, Buk."

"It's you, Le. But, just now after tahajud, Ibuk istikharah, Ibuk so think, Zam. I think I'm greedy to have a son-in-law like Mbak Ala. Of pesantren descent. We are, right, just ordinary people. I was not very good with the view of the people. Ordinary people, but nyari besan not equal. A guy like Mbak Ala might fit him in with a comparable one, Le."

"Nizam did not blame Ibuk. To whom I hope. Ibuk also do not need to be discouraged about the degree. Yes if indeed my soul mate will be a ning also only God knows. But, obviously I've already killed Ibuk and the results are like that. Marem, what's not?"

"Yawislah, Zam. It's not time you met your soul mate."

"Yes, Buk."

"What are your matchmaking friends Tulungagung to, Le?"

"Well, that's Nizam doesn't know either."

"You are also."

We looked at each other. I kissed the back of my hand. "I'm leaving, yeah."

"Yes. Careful."

I'm rising.

"Le, lock your car."

I'm turning. "Just use the motor, Buk. The key is to set it aside in the room, ngggeh. Ask for help, Buk."

There's a phone coming in.

"Hello?"

"Yes, Sir. Assalamu'alaikum?"

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Why, Ma'am?"

"Later after teaching hours can not eat with me?"

"Where, Ma'am?"

"*Request***nya Mr. Faith in the caskrong of campus arek**."

"Cafe shop?"

"Yes the most, sir. I don't like eating alone with Mr. Iman. Mr. Ibban would, wouldn't you?"

"Yes can. But, I don't want to be used as a mosquito repellent."

"Mboten, sir." He chuckles.

"I'm waiting for four o'clock, sir. Thank's."

"Yes are the same."

Rubia hung up the phone first.