FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 47 "Unusual Stares"

*Rubia El - Hazimah

"What is this, Mas Nizam? The menu remains the same as always."

"I'm pecel." Then, I looked at me, "What are you?"

"What's the menu, ma'am?"

The hand of the Mini Bu swung down. Opening the banana leaves. Showing bowls of food.

"There is ampok rice or corn rice. Tiwul and pecel. There's also this cenil."

"Snapjeh. I'm corn rice alone."

"Attent."

I watched Mr. Ibban look for the eyes of the veiled woman who was hiding behind his bow. Then, I found the woman beside him still looking at me disliked. He stole a glance at Mr. Ibban while squeezing oranges.

"Attent. Zahra's mom's coming with Mini too?"

Mr. Ibban's question is strange. He should not have to be surprised like that if he was used to it. Signs he has often met with two children Bu Mini.

"He is a Fizah."

"What's his name? Fizah or Zahra?" my inner.

"Isn't your name Zahra? Zahratusy Syifa, right?"

"Zahra from where? This is your mother's son. Mosok sampeyan lali (cook you forgot)?"

"Then, where's Rinai?" Mr. Ibban looked at Fizah.

"Who do you mean Mas Nizam?"

"Fizah's theme, Mom."

"Lha. Her name is Ratna not Rinai." Turning his head, he asked Fizah, "Yes really Ratna to, son?"

The woman did not wear the veil and put two glasses of this uma in front of me and Mr. Ibban. Again he stole a look. Then, towards throwing a gaze that still made me ask. I threw a smile, but his face was still a moment.

Bu Mini gave a pecel of rice to Pak Ibban. Then, he said, "Mas Nizam why smile so?"

The eyes of Fizah and the headless woman looked at Mr. Ibban at the same time.

"No, Ma. Um... Can we talk to you for a second?"

"Why not talk here?"

"It's okay, Mom."

"But, I see Mas Nizam still smiling so why?"

Mr. Ibban smiled wider. He turned his head, looking at the headless woman who was asking him.

"The drinks are less sweet no, brother?"

"Attent." He sipped it a little. Then, nod yes.

The expression of the unveiled woman became cramped.

"What's one name, Mini Ma'am?"

"My son?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Bu Mini sitting. Touching Fizah's shoulder. "As Mas Nizam said. His name is Fizah, not Zahra. Mother's first child just call the Eldest. Bungsu is still told to lift the emboh where it was."

"Why work, Mom? Poor them."

Bu Mini frowned her smile. "We are poor, Ma'am. Have debt. Feeding costs are high. Sometimes less. Yes thankfully vegetables cooked every day can still be metic from the garden or ask the neighbors. So, yes, if you think school is still kangelan (difficulty). The Bungsu was his son ndablek (rogue). School is just messing around. Fortunately, he was told to work. If Eldest, Miss Rubia asked herself why. Though, that's. anu... Mas Nizam has offered a lecture."

"Why, Eldest?"

"No intention. From mubadzir time. Mending's coming to the market every day."

"The opportunity may come only once. How's it?"

Mr. Ibban added, "Sulung, I still hope you are willing to go to college. Remember what happened yesterday."

"Mom was so embarrassed. Yesterday I was told by my neighbor. There's a debt collector coming to the house. Iyo to, Mas Nizam?"

The first-born lips curl downward. Maybe he's embarrassed about Bu Mini talking about herself in front of a crowd.

"Mother is also matur nuwun. If you have money, I'll change."

"No need, Mom. I didn't say that yesterday to Eldest."

"No, Mas Nizam. Mother and Eldest will replace it."

"Nggeh even (yes it is)."

I started scooping the corn rice at the pinch. There was no conversation until I managed to put five spoons into my mouth. Sometimes I turn towards Mr. Ibban who is seriously scooping again and again. He put his right foot on his left foot. Seemed very enjoying and did not want to interrupt it with a word of anything. Not long after, he took a drink, leaving two spoons in the limp. Burping and saying hamdalah lilih. I myself also scooped when he scooped again. Then I unintentionally turned my gaze to the left, there was Fizah who was watching Mr. Ibban. Ordinary face. But that face did not look happy.

Mr. Ibban is up. Throwing the lime into the trash behind the Mini Bu.

"Have you?"

I nodded. I gave him my lipstick. He threw.

"Where did Rubia teach?"

"In MAN, Mom."

"MAN what is it, Ma'am? Ms. wong nggunung (mountain people). So don't understand."

"I sold it." He took a setumbu containing guava and salak. Then, put it on his right shoulder.

"I admire you even more," my mind accompanied his steps away from us.

"Oh, I want to come with Brother Nizam," cried the eldest with joyful hearts.

"Fizah?"

"Yes?"

"You've never been home before, have you?"

She shook her head.

"Then where?"

"work."

Hearing her didn't give so many answers, I thought she was a quiet girl. She's beautiful too. But, when I compared them to the first-born faces earlier, they didn't seem very similar. Although Fizah's face looks plain, natural without make-up, but she does look more pure white than the firstborn whose face is slightly tanned. I was silent for a few seconds to compare the face of Fizah with the Mini Bu who is also not similar.

"Oh, so it's work. Work where?"

"Mister Rubi's been in MAN for a long time?"

"Still new, Mom. This is also a training period of up to three months. Our move was almost together. I mean me and Mr. Ibban. But, I.ehmm.hmm did not work for some time because waiting for the vacancy. By the way where do you work, Mom?"

"Bapa is dead. Hawong has been a long time."

"So Mini's mom lives alone?"

"Yes this way. All of my kids have to work. That too much debt. Yes thank goodness now can still be nyicil a little."

"That's a beautiful thing, yes, ma'am."

What I am thankful for is raising my face. Throw a thin smile.

"Mother very dear. He's pinter. He also recited the Koran."

Kontan Bu Mini gets a pinch from Fizah.

"It's okay, Fizah. Why lo?"

"I'm not memorizing, Ma'am."

"Ah, cook? That said yes."

"Just like that."

He whispered to Ms. Mini, "Yet, my memorization is still a little not to be told to others. Shame on me."

I smiled hearing it.

"Bak Rubi ready Mr Nizam?"

"Emmm..." I was suddenly confused. "Yes, my friend. It used to be a campus. That's it, anyway. Rich dating people maybe, yeah. Hehe." I explain what it is. I also do not want to say anything else because in fact this relationship is still limited to friends.