FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 46 "Two to Market"

*Rubia El - Hazimah

"Shadaqallahul 'adzim." I kissed the Koran in my hand.

Sundays. Free to spare myself for any activity I want. Mondays to Thursdays are full of teaching schedules at one of the top schools in Tulungagung, near the cow market. After the transfer, I vacated for some time until finally there was a call from the school about the application to become a math teacher that I had submitted before I moved. He is a substitute teacher for two teachers who have retired this year. Papah accepted the offer.

I tidied up a pashmina printing veil that I had never worn before. Special today, I wear it because Mr. Ibban invited me to go to the market. I stared for a while, making sure everything was tidy. Also don't let me mix the lipstick color with my clothes today. I have to wear clothes that would not make Mr. Ibban feel weird when I see him. Although, all this time he also never commented anything about my appearance. However, being neatly dressed and stylish was already a character that had formed a long time ago within me. I feel comfortable with myself like this.

Finish. The difference is, today I do not need to put a blush on my cheek. I feel very confident and happy. I took my bags and shoes out of the room.

Mamah commented as she walked out of the living room, "Where are you going, how come this early is beautiful, Bi?"

I took mom's hand. Kissed her. "Izin' out with Mr. Ibban."

"Two?"

"Not a date, Ma. Didn't know this he said he wanted to be invited to the market."

"But, go along, right?"

"No, Ma. Slime it. Shame on a bond with Mr. Ibban."

"Why do you call him, sir?"

"No hesitation, ma, if you use another call. It seems strange, if I call you a mas."

"Who knows Mr. Lecturer it doesn't matter."

"No, ah. Mboten sae (not good)."

Mama laughed.

"Yes be careful. Remember whoever you go with..."

"You have to stay smart to take care of yourself" I said. Mom's message every time I go.

I'm a big brother. But, I feel more cared for than my younger brother.

Wusshhh!! The motor is speeding. I'm late for my departure. It was too long in front of the mirror. Once again I noticed the watch on my left hand. But I am ordinary. No incoming calls.

The speed of my motorbike. A man like Mr Ibban doesn't seem to be the typical man who can't wait. Because I see him more often as a guy who slabs. Ordinary in many things. Not easy, calm, and patient. And I really like that person.

With the speed of my motorbike not so fast, half seven just arrived in front of Mr. Ibban's house.

Her rented mepet neighbors came out to greet me with a smile. Then, walk closer.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma'am?"

"Hmm.wa'alaikumussalam, Mom."

"In the morning really diligent to say Mas Nizam, Ma'am?" Smilingly.

"You go to the mountain market, ma'am. He said there was a need to go there."

"Indeed to whose house, yes, Mother is often visited to mountain. From the beginning Mas Nizam contracted, he has been there often. Relatives or what?"

"Lack of knowing, Mom. I also don't fully understand who the relatives are living here."

"Sampeyan is also the original Banyuwangi?"

"Yes, Mom. Both move for additional experience. But, if my family moves on. Mr. Ibban is alone."

"Sir Ibban is very diligent to the mosque. On Friday, my husband said I was often told to preach. Sometimes the magrib he is the Adhan, but at dawn it must be Si Mas Nizam. He said, not November to race to Pamekasan. So, yes, every day after the congregation, after the magriban, he had to practice in the living room. People here are memorized."

"Ooh. Nurse."

"Don't it bother you, huh, Mom?"

"Yo not to. Why bother. My son usually if there is a religious PR or what I tell Mas Nizam after he practices. Yes anyway fitting he looks leisure, leyeh-leyeh in front, the door does not close, immediately did not tell rush to it. The PR results must be good."

The woman seemed to be talking about Mr. Ibban's habits. I'm so happy to hear that. Despite being a newcomer, he was highly valued.

"I'm increasingly convinced that it's not wrong to choose you as someone who deserves to be the priest of my life. Although, as a wish that I have not dared to express," my mind.

The front door is loosened. Mr. Ibban came out wearing only long training pants and a black short-sleeved shirt. There was a jacket on his shoulder, not yet worn. Seeing her only dressed like that, I wonder if she will comment later?

When his eyes turned to me, he gasped. A few seconds he looked, but immediately sauntered to his motorbike after the door was locked tightly.

Mr. Ibban took the woman's hand. Kiss her like her own mother.

"This is lo, Ma'am. She is considered like her own mother. Big boy." Ending with a smile.

I reply the same.

I thought Mr. Ibban would comment before taking me away. He's riding his bike. Start the journey by preceding me. And, he purposely didn't drive it too fast knowing I didn't like it.

The journey takes twenty minutes.

I have never been to the market. The atmosphere was very different from the market in the city. Here, the motor park is located on the side of the road overlooking the river. There is a barrier that blocks the motor safely not far into it. Honestly parking gave me and Mr. Ibban a number.

"Sir, where are you going?" ask without looking at me. Looking to the right. Take me across.

"Yes just come here. Must be weird."

She smiles. "It's too fancy to go to market."

Recently Mr. Ibban commented on the excess of my clothes.

"Not breakfast, is it?"

"Not yet."

"OK to sip. I'll deal with it."

"What's wrong, sir?"

"Jalan-alan aja. I want to introduce you to someone. The Mini's Mom's. He had just graduated Junior High, but the strike did not want to continue. There's no cost. His son's enthusiasm for his education was also nil. Maybe you can help. I also tried to persuade the Eldest."

"The Eldest didn't go to college?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Mr. Ibban pointed to a woman he said was named Bu Muni. Bu Mini is serving buyers with two beautiful women, one is veiled and the other is just locking hair. Bu Mini himself just sat down to let the two women serve.

Mr. Ibban hastened the pace.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma?"

Greetings had not been answered, but he immediately turned his gaze to the woman who was also looking at him like a shocked person. I think why they. Meanwhile, the headless woman stared cynically, more like an annoyed person.

Mr. Ibban kissed Mini's hand. Giving me an invitation to do something similar.

"Monggo, Mum!"

"Who is this?"

I precede with a smile. "I'm Rubia, Mini Mom."

"Let's, so." Changing direction for Mr Ibban.