FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 59 "Suddenly Arrive"

*Rubia El - Hazimah

From school, I stopped by my favorite matcha boba beverage outlet. I buy two because usually my sister likes to ask. We happen to have the same taste. After waiting in line for a few minutes, I went straight home. Once home, two children who come to private tutoring are waiting. They are sister sisters named Kina and Kauna, the fifth-grade twins of elementary school.

I said hello. And, it turned out that there was a man who was already sitting there teaching Kina and Kauna at the study table that they usually used.

"Well, did Mr. Faith come here?"

Mr. Iman who was looking down then raised his face.

"Yes. Not long ago."

I approached, putting the franchise near Mr. Iman. "Monggo, Sir!"

"What's this?"

"Matcha. Like no?"

"That green tea?"

"Yes. If you don't like it let my sister drink."

"So your sister came out just now."

"Oh my God, just went home from school to go straight to the dolan."

"Where's the cameraman going, sir?"

"It looks like a GOR. Futsal. It was picked up."

"Oh, that's it."

Kina and Kauna tried to get Mr. Iman to talk. He told her to help with the number five thing. Even Iman did not say anything.

"Kina, Kauna, jerk off, yeah. Rubi's sister wants to change clothes first."

"Secret guard first, sir."

Mr. Iman looked up for a moment, answering yes.

I replaced my batik uniform with a long-sleeved shirt, a subordinate tutu skirt, and an instant veil of L-size black jersey fabric.

"Sniff drink that, sir. Lecher lo. I buy often. My sister likes it too."

"Yes, it's gonna be. Not thirsty."

"Feelings are so lonely" I murmured.

While sitting down, I asked, "Papa and Mama are out?"

"Your aunt said there was an important meeting. Sarimbit invitation."

I nodded.

Kina and Kauna are abandoned by their mother. He was never expected during his private tutoring hours every Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. Because, his mother also often paced to send packages. Have an online store that sells once, star seller. Thankfully, they are rarely fussy. But, they still find it difficult to accept the explanation of mathematical formulas. They tend to prefer English.

Today, they're tutoring math subjects. They used my modules that two years ago were printed in an Indian publisher. So, I do prioritize modules that I own. Contains a summary of basic formulas according to the standard contents of the primary school education curriculum. There are six volumes according to the level of education. Yesterday, the preparation time I involved a team of elementary school subject formartur who happened to be his close friend papa, so as to qualify eligibility for use in learning.

One hour I use to explain two formulas and examples of problems. Mr. Iman also helped explain a lot if Kina and Kauna seemed unable to understand the sentence I used. The twins were picked up by their mother in a mini car.

"Daaa, China, Kauna." I wave my hand.

Me and Mr. Faith went back in. I see the drink is intact.

"Attent, Sir. I'm going to the kitchen first."

I returned. Bring the remaining brown purple yam from the refrigerator.

"From dumb. Eaten, Sir!" I said while sitting.

I widen my eyes. He took out a small box from his pants pocket. I don't have to guess what it's all about because it clearly contains a ring.

"Sir Iman why are you kidding me like this, sir?"

"I bought it a long time ago. When you had your birthday yesterday, I actually wanted to give it to you that night. I know Rubia actually likes Mas Nizam. But, it looks like Mas Nizam has never been interested if I discuss Miss Rubia in front of him." He shifted his ring box.

I felt strange after hearing it. Then, if that is true, will my efforts to Banyuwangi and dinner yesterday will only end in vain because Mr Ibban cannot accept my feelings? What kind of love triangle is this? I like Mr Ibban, but Mr Iman even came to me offering his love? Meanwhile, Mr. Ibban was somehow keeping his name in his heart.

"I'm not forcing you, Ma'am. If you want, you can take the ring. I came here with the blessing of my parents. If so, they are ready to come. As for Mas Nizam's feelings, you should know that."

"Sir, you don't know I've come to his mother to fight for my feelings" I thought.

"If you want to get Mas Nizam, you have to be honest with him."

"How can I be honest, my story was answered like that yesterday. Did Mr Ibban just think of me as a close friend?" inner again.

"Mas Nizam is good to anyone."

"Yes. I know that, sir."

"The ring I live here, yes. Had I met your parents, I would have gone straight to the point." If I usually see a laugh on his face, now I really see his seriousness and maturity.

"So, all this time he's been teasing me with Mr. Ibban just for wanting to know how Mr. Ibban really feels. And, I just realized that. I thought at first he wanted me and Mr. Ibban to get closer. Subhanallah," my inner self again.

"Sir, that's what I meant this afternoon. Not more."

"Thank you for the honesty Mr. Iman. Sorry I didn't realize that before."

He even laughed at me. "Well, I never told you how you can understand, Ma'am, Ma'am."

I also smiled at him. Honestly, I was a little impressed with the way he revealed it. There is no compulsion. He still looks relaxed even though the woman proposed is loving others. The calmness radiated from his face.

"The Lord of Faith has eaten?"

"Yet. Fetch, gih!"

My laughter exploded as I chanted, "There are, yes, this model guest."

He also rested his back.

"Start."

I walked into the kitchen. I opened the hood on the dining table. Rice, vegetables, and side dishes are still enough to eat two people.

"Bi, ask my friend in the living room to come over here, yeah."

Aunt Maryam works part-time in this house. Still working weekly. Accepted because it is not strong to work as a laborer in a factory. Finally, Mama accepted Bi Maryam's request.

"Is this you who cooked for sure?"

"Cobain, Sir!"

"Ready."

I put the plate in front of him. He began to sit in position.

"Not use a spoon." He stood looking for a sink faucet. Then, splash the rest of the water on my face.

"Oh God, Mr. Faith. This is it." My voice's up. I'm holding back the laughter.

"Eh, Bi, Bi. Bi Maryam is here. Eat with us. Looks rich husband and wife later if you eat together. Monggo, Bi."

Although it looks awkward, but Miss Maryam still complies with my request.

I have not told Mr. Iman to take the rice, but he immediately took it two entong. Maybe the long journey left him very hungry. The expression and the way to eat by hand makes me want to eat grilled gurameh fish, sambel, and this asem vegetable without a spoon. I got rid of my spoon.

"No need to use a spoon" he said after swallowing food.