FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 49 "Offer"
*Hafizah Palace
"If I return the letter to him, Mr. Nizam will be even more curious. It also seems disrespectful. Who he is and who I am, "my inner self. I didn't take the letter from my skirt.
I stared at Mr. Nizam, waiting for my answer.
"Ratna has trauma. He doesn't easily trust people, sir. That night we bought a martabak. Then, we chased some people." I hope it doesn't still sound logical in his ears.
"Martaback? Closed at what time? Wasn't that night already? I knew eleven o'clock was closed. Yes, at half-eleven hours eleven, the hammerhead basket was no longer there."
"I just bought a martabak."
"Where was your martabak?"
"Ehmm.fall as we chase each other. Genengan know, right, how is Ratna's rather strange attitude? Like just now, sir. She's traumatized. Sorry I can't tell you. That's the privacy I need to take care of."
"That's what it looks like."
However, it seems that Mr. Nizam is still unsure of my statement.
"Then where do you work?"
"Factory." Fortunately I did know. One kilo from under the garbage there is a home factory. I knew it when I ran away from there and got caught.
"One more question. Why didn't you reply to my letter?"
"I think it's too weird. I do not know the njenengan. That's too sudden, sir. What if it's just a prankster's job?" Again, I did not answer honestly.
"Yes already. Its alright. I accept that."
"Sorry, Mr. Nizam. I'm honestly curious too. We finally found it in my own home. Thank God, O Lord," my heart.
"How's your rote? I can send a private tutor here if you want."
I'm rattled. I haven't been able to focus anymore while I'm still dealing with the problem. And, maybe I no longer deserve to be called a recorder of the Quran after what I experienced before. I am ashamed of myself, whether it is better to stop here or continue until khatam.
"I have no intention of continuing, sir. Maybe I should just focus on me first." I answered after a few seconds of thought.
"My advice is better you go. I'll be happy to help you."
"Cottage? Is that a good idea? That sounds like it's gonna save my position now and Ratna, "inwardly. Unfortunately, I remember Ratna was pregnant. In two months, his stomach will look swollen.
"What is this God?" my inner.
"You're young, Dek. Sorry, yes. I think it'd be better if I called you that." Mr. Nizam smiled faintly.
"Do I have to lie again by saying Ratna was abandoned by her husband, while both her parents and in-laws are dead. I'm not totally lying, am I?" I asked myself that.
"The general's not very formal with me sounds like it'd be much better, sir." I'm blurting out the sound. I really don't believe in dealing with him.
"OKAY. I'll obey your wishes. This is better, right?" Mr. Nizam smiled.
I nodded.
"If you're willing to go, I'll find the place. Costs are not to be thought of. I'll help everyone. Deal?"
"Sir, but..."
"But?" He improved his sitting position.
"But Ratna doesn't want to."
"Gini, yeah. I will try to get you guys to come in Ndalem Bu Nyai. You can still make a salary, but not too often mingle with the santri."
"That ndalem means pripun?"
"So ndalem Kiai and Bu Nyai."
"Sorry, Sir. I'll talk to Ratna first." Actually I want to tell Ratna the real situation at once. But, I was worried that Ratna would be mad at me.
About ten minutes later, my mother and my two brothers came home.
*Nizami's Ibban
I heard greetings from outside. Ms. Mini and the two Fizah sisters have returned home.
"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullah."
"So what are you going to say, Mas Nizam?"
"Can we just go outside, ma'am?"
"could. We're behind the house, yo. Monggo, Mum!"
I'm tailing Mini Mom. Then, sitting on the lacquer is so welcome.
"Prillion?" (How?)
"On Fizah, Mom."
Mini Mom smiled.
"Mas Nizam frankly. Fizah already knew that the one who sent the letter was all the way, Mas."
"Yes, Mom. Its alright. I didn't think I'd ever help her."
"Have you ever met your son?"
"I went home that time. I was assigned to guard the patrol post late into the night. I found them both running. He said they were being attacked by a lot of people. Meeting the two, we met in Tulungagung square. In the morning, I drove them to the terminal. It turns out our goal is the same. Meet at the square, ma'am. Unfortunately, they both refused to let me go home. If I knew one of them was Fizah, I would have delivered him safely home. I'm sorry."
"However. Sampeyan ki just wanted to say that to. It's nothing, Mas Nizam. Mother mature nuwun until they help."
"Together, Mom. I just talked to Fizah, I offered her to go. Him and Ratna. Poor, Mom. They're girls. They need to be educated with deeper religious knowledge."
"That's good. I agree that her permission would. Whisper's a whisker." Mini is enthusiastic.
"Should Elders come too?"
"Monggo, Mum. But, my hope is that there is no compulsion whatsoever. And, ask for help to persuade Ratna and Fizah. Pesantren and the cost, I will take care of it. We're looking for a way out."
"I'll try, yo. Mas Nizam can come here again tomorrow or the day after."
"Snack, Mom."
"Why is Mas Nizam so good to Mom?"
"Let's just say I'm treating my own mother."
Mini ma'am touched my arm.
"That's lucky for your parents." Mini's eyes are glazed.
I hugged her. My face was far away there.
"Then, why did Mas Nizam like Mom's son, Fizah?"
"If a story alone can make me love something, then Fizah is more than that story, Mom."
"For Mother Fizah it is special. But, there is something to know. I've told you Fizah many times. His childhood and adolescence. But, there's something I haven't told you."
"What, Mom?"
Bu Mini was silent.
"If I don't have the right to listen to that story, it's best not to tell it, ma'am. It's okay."
"Of course I'm matur nuwun once again yo."
"Together, Mom. As long as I can, I will help. I only ask Mother's prayer for my late Father."
"Dad Mas Nizam must be happy with Allah."
"Aamiin yes rabbal alamin."