FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 64 "Patrem"

We also sat in the outside chair. I went inside to bring you a glass of warm tea.

"Have breakfast?"

His stomach answered. He smiled shyly as he pressed his stomach so as not to sound again.

I went in, and brought back two dishes. I'll have breakfast instead of late. He might be embarrassed if I let him have breakfast alone and I just saw him eat.

"Breakfast just spoke."

"Mas Nizam's cooking?"

"Yes. I just picked it up from the stove."

She smiles. His voice trembled looking at the plate that was already in his hand. "It turns out Mas Nizam is good at cooking too." Then, look at me with teary eyes.

"Eat first. Breakfast together."

A neighbor greeted us. Glancing while smiling and saying monggo.

"Snapjeh. Monggo!" (Yes. Please stop by!)

We hold back from speaking. I think my cooking today tastes really good on the tongue. Usually less salt. Miss cooking in ndalem make special cuisine for Kiai Karim.

"No boy?"

"Banget, Mum. Mas Nizam jago." Mustika's voice remained softly swung.

I put my plate. Five minutes later, he was the same.

"Put it here."

I got up wash resistant on the outside faucet. He followed.

"Who is this Mr Nizam?"

Mustika and I looked at each other at the same time. Mustika stepped aside because her body was blocking the way.

"My neighbors in Banyuwangi. Monggo. I just cooked good, Mom. Monggo lo."

"Summer suwun, Mr. Nizam. I just wanted to cook too. Buy chicken is over."

"I cooked the chicken, Mom. Cook much. I'll get it, ngggeh." I'm going straight in.

Mother had not refused. Finally waiting and a little talk with Mustika. Don't know what.

I returned. I gave her a bowl of soup.

"Oh Allah, matur nuwun. How to get men to."

Translation (O Allah, thank you. A lot of it, anyway)

"Mbak Tika monggo stopped by. Mother's house is near."

Mustika just smiled and nodded.

"I guess who, sir. It was just a neighbor. I'm ahead, ngggeh."

We nodded.

We sit back.

"Tell me!"

"How can I not marry Kang Darya, Mas?"

"Why?"

"I don't like the war. He's not a gentle man. Please, Mas Nizam. Help me. His father and parents were very strong. Mas Nizam knew very well the nature of Father. His desire must not be denied."

"You need a lot longer."

"Mas, I've known you for a long time. Three months is enough for me."

"Meet how many times?"

"Yes a few times."

"The story is different if you are already legowo from the beginning. You may be better able to accept his attitude."

"Where can I get legowo, Mas? I'm set up."

"You just need to reduce your dislike. That's your own biggest veil, Tik."

Mustika lowered the voice. "Mas, take me away."

"Kok can a gentle and submissive dancer, charismatic ask for such a thing? Especially for single men. As a woman who has been educated in a very thick tradition, you better understand, Tik, what is the importance of social normal in society. Do you think it's appropriate?"

He lowered his face. She's ashentic.

"I'm sorry. You don't need to defend coming all the way here just to ask for things that I can't possibly do."

He's looking up. "Where would I go then?"

One place that immediately crossed was the pesantren. It is the safest and most blessed place. However, the intention is very important in order to base everything that will be done.

"Even once I know, do you think I deserve to help escape a woman who has been clearly preached?" The voice that was about to raise the kontan I put down. I remember talking outside.

He sucked his stuffing. "It's not about worth it or not, Mom. I believe Mas Nizam is a very important person for me to help."

"You're wrong. God is the best place man returns." I'm affirming that.

"You can, Tik. Out there a lot of people are having more poignant stories than you." I stayed with a relaxed tone.

I saw my watch.

"I'm leaving. I'll take you to the terminal."

I went inside. Closing all doors. Car out.

"Come, Tik!" I opened the door.

In the end, he also complied. Mustika is a good girl. It's a pity if later he damaged his image as the son of a mastermind who is highly respected by the community, by escaping from problems. I'm sure he knows what mikul duwur mendhem jero means (meaning upholding the degree of parents).

The old car drove slowly. Turn left towards the asphalt road.

"I hope you don't repeat. Be honest with your parents if you get asked."

"I'm already saying goodbye."

"Whatever reason you bring today, telling me to take that escape is still not true, Tik. I'm really sorry. But, you get it, don't you, I mean?"

"Mas Nizam must have had a girlfriend, right?"

"Daughter?"

"The hijab-wearing woman Mas Nizam invited to the puppet show."

"Please look at yourself as a woman. Keep your pride. You are well known. Mikul duwur mendhem jero is no stranger to you. You're amazing in your own version, Tik."

"Thank you, Mas Nizam. I'm sorry."

"I'm waiting for your invitation. I try to come. But you have to promise to smile."

"I'm ashamed, Mom."

"I won't tell anyone. Including mother."

"Mas Nizam promised?"

"God willing promise."

Arrive at the terminal. I accompanied him inside.

"Mas, can I give you something?"

"What?"

He pulled something out.

"Save this patrem. Keris owned by women. Give it to the woman that Mas Nizam loves. I used to be rewarded with a patrem when I was the fifth grade dance champion in Elementary School, Mas. Since then, you have told me to take good care of this patrem. But, now accept it! This is my gift to Mas Nizam."

I looked at him for a few seconds.

"If this is important to you..."

Sentence cut.

"Receive, Mas! It's a gift to the woman that Mas Nizam loves."

I received that little kris. I know it's very valuable to him. A dozen years he kept it, and it was given to me. The man who refused to help her.

"Thank you, Tik."

"Mas Nizam wants nyimpen, right?"

"definitely. It's a memento."

Mustika smiles.

"Mas Nizam can go. I can do it myself" he said later.

"Thank you again, Tik. I'm goin. Assalamu'alaikum." I held his keris.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Careful, Mommy."

Take cellphone.

📞"Assalamu'alaikum. I'm going to your house tonight. You home?"

📞"I'll go to Trenggalek. But, insyaallah magrib has arrived home."

📞"When you're home."

📞"What's up, sir?"

📞"Yes there is need. You'll know for yourself."

📞"Snack."

📞"Assalamu'alaikum?"

📞"Wa'alaikumussalam."

Yuk, we enjoy each episode with a big heart. Don't forget the shalawat.

The islamic new year tomorrow.

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