FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 58 "Ke Banyuwangi"

*Rubia El - Hazimah

The RPP task for the next semester has been completed. For this semester I use the RPP that has been written by the teacher who I replaced the subjects. However, the media learning material tomorrow the day after in class X MIPA seeded 2, I have not been able to finish. I thought about Mr. Ibban.

I'm breaking down. I opened the gallery, played a video of Mr. Ibban singing a great cihta that night. A smile that I never get tired of listening to even though I have listened many times at night before the last blink. I shared my two social media stories with the caption ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ (And God knows what is in your heart. God may not understand what I want). Without privacy. I hope Mr Ibban makes a comment.

And, while I was still on the phone screen, ten minutes later, a message came in from Mr. Ibban.

^^^"اللهم لا تدع قي قلوبنا انتظار الشيئ لن يأتي"^^^

(Allahumma la tad'u fi qulubinan tidzarasy syai-i layyaktiya)

I mean it in my heart.

"God, do not let our hearts wait for something that does not come." I feel Mr. Ibban is reminding me something. But what does it mean that I should not expect him? I don't know if I'm suddenly thinking there.

^^^"What is njenengan?"^^^

Typing. Incoming messages. "It's obvious, isn't it, Ma'am?"

"If you can tell, what exactly does she like other women?" I doubt it, but I wonder. Finally the message was sent. Last seen two minutes ago.

"But?" I hurriedly deleted it before reading. I arrived gerogi. Sighs later.

But, yesterday....

Two days ago.

Finished from school I immediately slid to Banyuwangi. The old house symbol, the message of the sports uniform to the brother convection business, and my main goal is the friendship to the house of Mr. Ibban. Suddenly I miss his mother.

Sometimes I would exchange news over the phone. I admit I've been close enough to Mr. Ibban's mother. Either Mr. Ibban knows that or not. But I think her mother told me too. My departure there, I did not tell Mr. Ibban. I need to talk to her mother about something.

Depart at one o'clock in the afternoon, get there at eleven o'clock in the evening. I'm not allowed to go in teaching one day. Then I stayed at Mbak Nasmah's house to be exact, he who was once almost proposed to Mr. Ibban. There's no way I'm going to see you at Mr. Ibban's. It was only the next day, early in the morning, that I arrived at Mr. Ibban's house half-seven in the morning. In fact, when it still sounds srang sreng frying pan and the smell of fried salted fish smelled.

Finally, I was cooking in the kitchen with Mr Ibban's mother. Very glad. I was so excited to be that close to him. Maybe I'll be so happy living with a family that harmonious. An hour later, the breakfast was cooked. I dined with them, and Mas Bayu hurried to work when he was five minutes at the table.

It was in the kitchen that Mr. Nizam and my mother talked. I washed the dirty dishes.

"Oh, can I be honest?"

"Yes to, Miss Rubia. Honest about what is this? I'm curious."

I smile.

"Oh, do you like me?"

"Ehmm.yes Sister Rubia is a good woman."

Deadbolt faucets. I took a napkin to dry my hands. The last plate I washed, I put it on the shelf. Then I went to his mother, Mr. Ibban.

I held his hand. "Oh, do I deserve to be a njenengan's son-in-law?"

"Enggeh."

"Mother Rubia likes Nizam?"

"From the beginning I was interested. How can you give birth to a man like Mr Ibban?"

His mother Pak Ibban sat down. I followed.

"Mom, but Rubia's a rich kid. Did Miss Rubia ask permission before talking to Ibuk like this?"

"Already, Buk. My mom and dad are supportive too."

"As for Rubia, Nizam is obedient. But, about the heart of Ibuk sometimes also confused. I don't know who she really likes right now. Even if Nizam now also likes Rubia, he never told anything. If Ibuk is private, Ibuk manut whoever woman Nizam chooses. As long as he salihah and both his parents are gone. Legowo accepts Nizam as it is. Yes this is the house, his mother, his divorced sister."

"So, Buk?"

"The reason or not the feeling of Mbak Rubia depends on Nizam himself, Ma'am. What can you do, Mother? Lawong first Ibuk also suggested he try to propose to Mustika, the village dancer, he did not want to. He had also proposed to santri, but apparently the santri was already dikhitbah, maybe now married. Not soul mate. Who knows if Nizam is indeed the match of Rubia's mother, Rubia tried to be honest. If Rubia wants to. Usually ngoten women niko to, Ma'am. Ibuk so remember Khadijah the wife of the Prophet."

I said, "Saying love to a righteous man."

His mother Mr. Ibban smiled.

"Also that's why I met Ibuk today. If it wasn't because I was convinced, I honestly wouldn't dare."

"Then, what's the problem Rubia's got now?"

"What if Mr. Ibban has a choice of heart, Buk?"

"Sepurane (sorry), Ma'am. If I knew, I'd tell you. So far Nizam has never told me who the woman he wants to marry is. If you just talk to his close female friends who, yes, ever. Nizam first story when it was close to Mbak Rubia."

I took his hand. I kissed the back of that hand. "I beg for his blessing. I'll try to talk to Papa and Mama. I'll invite Mr. Ibban home."

"Hub manut wae (only). Ibuk sure Nizam will not choose the wrong mate. Nizam is a man who loves his mother very much."

That was my conversation with Mr Ibban's mother. Now, that crush is breaking my heart. Curb the salawat nariyah whose priority can please the restless heart. Indeed I never mentioned the name in the line of prayer sentences that I set, but God knows what is stored. Who I want is Ibban Nizami. Pujaan man. Men who have been sent by fate fill the empty space in the heart. Who saturates my long bow and looks at my hand.

I can't reply to Mr. Ibban's message. I let it tick blue.

"Oh my God, can't I fight in prayer, and win her heart." I slammed it while still muttering salawat.

Once again I play a song in my story. I saw fifty-one shows. Then, I deleted it. I typed a new story

..."ربما عجزت انت، ولا كن الله لا يعجزه شيئ"...

...(.(.You may not, but nothing is impossible for God)....

Story written without translation.

Thank you for always waiting and praying for me. Jazakumullah khairan.. Big love's... 1. ____________________________________