FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 65 "The Manat of the Heart"

*Nizami's Ibban

Eat first before leaving, biscuits on the plate. Also still with thick coffee without girls as baristanya. Still with my fingers that have too often concocted it yourself with two tablespoons of coffee and a spoon of sugar. Physical needs ammunition.

I stayed in the living room. Facing the laptop screen advanced work when journaling. I left the door open when suddenly someone came to see you. It's usually the neighbor's kid, but it looks like he won't be coming today. Only as he pleases.

Incoming call.

📞"Sir, I just got this trip home. Half an era to arrive. What time do you want to go home?"

📞"After isya all."

📞"That. But, you do not need to eat first, yes. At home to eat with family. I happen to have bought a lot. Intentionally because Mr. Ibban suddenly wanted to come. Don't eat at home, huh, Mr Ib?"

📞"Yes."

📞"Okay."

He closed his call directly.

Suddenly Fizah and Ratna thought. Where are they now?

I'm rising. Laptop is down. I drink coffee immediately. I locked the door. My bike is still outside. I hit the gas without wearing a jacket. I'll find them as best I can. At that time Ratna was sick, then perhaps the first place they went was the practice of midwives or doctors.

I immediately went to the nearest midwife with the location of the stall where we were yesterday. There are still patients, so I have to wait until the two patients are examined..

Fifteen minutes later. The two couples came out. I entered with a greeting.

"Yes, please come in."

"I'm sorry to sit." Sit over.

"Oh, yes, please." Swinging hand.

"I just wanted to ask you something. Just for a second."

The midwife took it seriously. Both hands on the table. Bolpoints on fingers.

"A few days ago, did two women check in here? Hijab all. He carried two large tote bags just like people would travel. They are young, seventeen years old. If they checked, they would only come alone without a man. They are white and beautiful. One of them is a model."

"Hmm..severally." The midwife thought for a few seconds until she finally said again, but hesitated a little. "Are any of them married?"

"No. Still single."

"Ehmm.no, sir. It's just that one of them checked in here and turned out to be pregnant. Or maybe different people?"

"Their characteristics as I mentioned earlier, Midwife?"

"Really, Sir. God willing, I don't remember wrong. The most I remember they came carrying two big bags. I asked them, they said they were going to the terminal. The pregnant woman's husband and parents are dead."

"Then they went to?"

"What's going to her in-laws' house, huh? As I remember it. For location, sorry, they didn't mention."

"The chances are they're already out of town," my inner.

"Thank you very much, ma'am."

"Yes yes. You're welcome, sir."

I'm not continuing the search. Of course they're not in Tulungagung. Unfortunately, they do not carry any communication tools. I'm h-home.

The twilight has faded. The day turned thick. I carry the prayer. Walk alone to the contract. As soon as I arrived, I immediately replaced the sarong with trousers.

"Where was keris?" I almost forgot not to bring it.

I took it out of my shirt pocket earlier. Still on the hanger. Then, I put it in a dirty laundry basket.

Glide...

On the living room table. I'm welcome to sit in, all the food has been served there. Four franchises of coffee, fries, kebabs, devil's noodles, fruit salads, and dimsums. I looked at all the food.

"I'm sorry, it's a lot" Rubia said.

"Where are your parents?"

"Still worshipers in that room with Sister. If I'm old, sir. The chip is okay. Today I really want to snack, Mr. Ibban. Do not be surprised, yes, if the table is full of snacks. I easily do it. Mongos!" He lifted a kebab at me.

I also ate it while waiting. Rubia herself still enjoys her life.

"So I accidentally bought four servings all. So, this has to be eating first, nggeh." She laughs.

"If it doesn't end?"

"Snenegan take it home. No fridge?"

"Feed until you're full."

Rubia and I finally can't stop talking about the topic of a dime. The cheap and delicious price of food, he bought where, the reason he liked all the food, and the point is that at the end of it we were like reviewing one by one the food.

"Papa stay behind with Mamahmu," said Mbak Rubia's father.

"Enggeh," he answered.

The conversation continues. Laughter breaks. It was the first time I felt so distant from him. Especially in what we just talked about. And, as well as being the beginning I could see laughter along and as free as that. Blast of happiness that became fireworks in both eyes. She was probably the woman who loved me the most after my mother. It's not him who might hate me.

"Can you call your parents, ma'am?"

"In a moment, yeah." He immediately shuffled.

He returns. His parents are behind.

"What's up, Mas Nizam?" ask father.

"I intend tonight to propose to Mrs Rubia."

Sister Rubia lowered the lip curvature. He gasps. The smile changed on both of his parents' lips.

"You're a good, established man. So, no problem for us." Then, look at Rubia. "How, Brother?"

"May I have two days?"

"Of course I can."

"I'm very grateful, Mr. Ibban."

"I also thank you for the courage of Miss Rubia to meet Ibuk."

He smiled broadly.

"Mr Ibban already knows?"

"Yes. I'm telling a story."

Although it was not Nafisah that he made an intermediary, but through mother I was enough to acknowledge the courage. Not all women want to do that. Not everyone can express their feelings in a justified way. The prayer rope has become a bridge that stretches for us if we want to step towards the most beautiful worship.

His mother said, "If you may know, what is the consideration of Mas Nizam so that Mas Nizam finally steady choose Rubi?"

I glanced at him once. Then, back to the asking eyes.

"Restu old man. All roads will be open from all sides if blessing is already the basis."

"Mas Nizam, we as his parents thank God have considered Rubi's choice for a long time. Yes until finally when Rubi birthday, we invited Mas Nizam here. It turns out that Rubi likes his voice Mas Nizam. Good, you are, yes. Yeah, right, Pah?" His mom looked to the side.

I'm pampering. Include excuses late at night and there's work I haven't finished yet. Rubia's mother drove me all the way to the front.

"Do I have to give her that keris?" I doubt it because I don't really love Rubia yet.

"Mr?" I pulled that keris out of my pants. I approached him again.

"Yes?"

I'm showing.

"What's it doing, sir?"

"Save this."

"Why didn't Mr Ibban keep it?"

"The patrons belong to women."

"Why isn't my mom?"

"You are the reason."

He was silent for a moment.

"Because Mr Ibban is sure to choose me?"

I just gave him a thin smile. He returned a smile more. Then, he took the patrem out of my palm.

"Syukran, sir."

I nodded.

I'm goin.