FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 56 "On the Dining Table"

*Rubia El - Hazimah

"Assalamu'alaikum?"

Me, Papa, and Mama immediately rose up while compactly answering greetings. "Wa'alaikumussalam."

"Welcome. Come sit down, Mas!" Papa said hello first.

Mama and I followed Papa and Pak Ibban.

"How many times have you been here?"

"Three times still."

"Yes? It's still twice this time. It was yesterday at Rubi's birthday celebration and simple grave tonight. Healthy?"

"Alhamdulillah."

Papa looked at mom. Hinted something. Then, my mom took everyone to the dining room. Papa and Pak Ibban were in front of me and my mom.

"Most of all now wonder, right?" my inner. I smiled to myself.

"Please sit!" say mama.

When everyone was sitting on their plates, Mr. Ibban began to ask something, "Sorry, what's the matter, huh?"

"Talk about later. Now the food is eaten first. That's who cooked Rubi and his mother. Tasty, right, Rubi's cooking? Um hear from Rubi you've been used to eating from supplies that Rubi brought on campus?"

Mr. Ibban smiled stiffly. "Yes, Om. Thank goodness."

I thought Mr. Ibban would praise me in front of papa. I want to laugh at myself. I can see the awkwardness tonight.

"I'm sorry, I don't think the show was just me being invited" he said. Look at me and my mom in turn.

"To be honest we really want to talk about something important. But it would be better to eat first. Come on, Mas Ibban ate a lot. Don't bother."

Papa's already ahead of taking the rice. Then, hinting at a swing of the hand so that Mr. Ibban follows. And, he also took two entong rice. Mom's automatic smile.

"So that's Mini's house, sir?" tanya while taking papa's favorite shrimp kale stir fry.

"Yes so. A moment." Mr. Ibban just took his capjay and his cornbasket.

"Bakwan is good to eat with bobor vegetables, sir. If someone says here, yes, his name is bobor."

My sister came in lately. Sit down and not say hello to Mr. Ibban.

"Dec, shaman used to be napa," I said.

Since it was side by side with Mr. Ibban, he immediately extended his hand. Kiss the back of Mr Ibban's hand without smiling.

He took rice and vegetables. Then eat it quickly. It's over in five minutes.

"I'm hustling. Pah, I'm saying goodbye. Mah?" He kissed papa's hand and mama took turns.

"Where are you going? There's an agreement with temen."

"Same girlfriend's appointment?" ask papa.

"Don't, Pah. Really. I'm dating, but I never date."

"To where? It's not going to the food stall, is it? I ate first" asked Mama.

"Buy gifts" he answered briefly. He did not say hello.

"His girlfriend's most birthday, Ma." I'm explaining.

The atmosphere at the dining table turned silent within a few minutes. Just sound rowdy battle scoops and plates. As soon as papa finished his food, even when Mr. Ibban finished wiping his mouth with tissue, papa looked at him closely. Put both hands on the table by connecting the fingers.

"Mas Ibban does he have a wife?"

Mr. Ibban smiled faintly. I don't hesitate to be honest. "Not yet, Om."

"After marriage, what do you plan?"

"God willing I will stay here."

"There's a brother. Yes, the nephew is home, too, Om. If I stay, I still have someone to look after."

"It's a coincidence Om and Auntie have also fixed the move. Hopefully Rubia will also get a husband who wants to live with us."

Mr. Ibban's gaze immediately moved towards me. "What kind of faith, Ma'am?"

"Haduh, why did Mr. Ibban mention about Mr. Iman. Must have finished this Papa asked that. Hmmm,"my inner.

"Who, Salma?" Mama looked at. "Says it..."

I coded with a hand gesture under the table so that mom wouldn't offend me about Mr. Ibban. Although most likely Mr. Ibban actually knows if I like it, but I doubt it. Better my feelings are strongest because Papa's gonna tell her tonight. That's why I forbid you to tell me honestly.

"Sorry, Om, Aunt. Mr. Iman who came with me on Rubia's birthday."

Papa extended his neck. "Oh, that one. Where's his house?"

I said, "Original Banyuwangi if not wrong, Pa."

Papa mangosteen.

"Sunday can come here. Play badminton same Om in the back. Om's coworkers usually come here too. Sometimes hunting outside. Ibban can if you want to join. I opened the door wide."

Mr. Ibban smiled. "Goddess, Om. Thanks for the offer."

"Mom have an idea."

My head was drawn towards my mother. Mama took a glance. "Mas Ibban and Rubi, what if for example you pioneered the bimbel. The location can be here. The front is wide. Yes, right, Rubi is also used to treat children. It's better too. Yeah, that's it, isn't it, Rubi?"

"That is also my goal, Mr. Ibban. But, no peer in line can support."

Papa continued, "Om and Aunt are actually also supportive, but Rubi is less confident if pioneering himself. Since you guys are friends, that'll be a big help."

"How about, Mr Ibban? Or, the bill also has a class of tilawahnya. Must be many who know the name of Mr. Ibban as a national qari. Why, Mr. Ibban could be the attraction."

Mr. Ibban laughed at me.

"Yes monggolah. I'm just getting ready. Ta'awun."

"Saestu, Sir?" (Really, Sir?)

"Yes, Mommy."

"Alhamdulillah."

That's as easy as Mr. Ibban to comply with my request.

"Surely the demon looked at me as who? I rarely refuse what I ask for. Especially when that night, the njenengan sang, as if singing for me. But, I don't know if that's probably just my feeling, Mr. Ib. Remember that the woman in front of you is truly ready to be born. Don't pretend to be insensitive, sir," my inner self.

I hope Mr. Ibban is not feeling for other women. I don't care how many women like him as long as he doesn't give that feeling. I will fight silently in prayer.

"If your heart is wide open to all those who expect you, I can knock. Then, stop. And, be its permanent resident." I looked straight into his eyes.

"Sir Ibban, once again I thank you."

"Together, Mother. I also thank you, Om, Auntie. All the food is good. What kind of catering business is it?"

"No, Sir. I'm not really that expert. Yes, that's just once Mr. Iman ordered food for the event at his house."

"I'm sorry before. Excuse me first. There's a need for mumpung not too late." Looking at the watch.

Papa stands. My mom and I followed.

"Om wait for Sunday. We hang out with Om's colleagues while we're hogging." They shake.

Mr. Ibban pamit includes greetings. I'm delivering right up to the front. He smiled before finally pulling the gas.

Mom and Dad moved into the living room.

"Pak Faith likes you, Salma?"

"Said Mr. Ibban, Ma. The truth is I don't know. Never mind. Don't talk about him. Sorry, Ma. I went to the room. Want to install RPP and media maple tomorrow."