FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 68 "The Moon Sinks on Its Face"
*Fakharuddin Akhyar Al - Ameen
The santri emissaries ndalem lined up in the kitchen. They are santri who are used to cooking when ndalem will hold events. In the afternoon I will go to Pesantren As-Salam Trenggalek. Abah gave me a messenger to continue my match with Mbak Ulya, a ning who is still a santri abah, as well as my own santri. It is enough for a woman to build a home. When I was in the kitchen taking a meal, some santri talked about Mbak Ulya who turned out to be ready to go home from yesterday. I don't know because I don't want to know either.
When ummik tried to match me, I thought that you would give me some leeway as a man's right. After I knew, apparently it was precisely the proposal from the brother and brother of Ulya. Naturally at the family meeting that night, the two of them looked so close. I really only found out after ummik told me everything. I still hope that even though this matchmaking continues until the proposal stage, there will come a woman like the one I crave.
One month later.
My status has indeed been engaged to Mbak Ulya. The news has reached all the ears of the santri after they questioned the ring attached to the ring finger of Mbak Ulya. His status as the son of a kiai also began to be known by the santri. He began to be treated somewhat differently. He is predicted to be the successor of ummik considering he has a very good rote ability. Hope comes from the mouths of many. Judgments came one by one that we were indeed a matching couple. Despite all that, I still cannot see Mbak Ulya as my future wife.
Ma'am Iza, the new santri abdi ndalem, he from earlier paced back and forth to the bathroom living room. He's cleaning it up. Tomorrow there is a Quranic event with ummik friends. I've asked him a few times, and it turns out he's a pretty cool guy despite looking very secretive. But, he openly accepted the questions I asked. When I ask him for something, then at that moment he will fulfill.
His attitude is not very special. Santri ndalem will always be like that. But, to me she is quite an attractive woman. I admit she is very beautiful. When I saw her with ummik, they were just as beautiful. She's prettier than Ulya. Unfortunately, he rarely smiled even though I greeted him. In fact, in front of ummik and abah, he had a slight smile. However, he was quite close to the two of them. In addition to her focus on cleaning the ndalem, cooking to eat the santri putra, she is often asked for a massage by ummik. Ummik secretly loves the touch of my hands. My heart began to fall on that woman.
It could be because I see him often every day in Ndalem. He also slept in the back room near the kitchen, rooming with Ufi Ma'am. He followed the flow of activities in the kitchen as a mbak ndalem very quickly. Early in the morning before tahajud time, I had heard it noisy in the kitchen. I also often find him not sleeping early.
I secretly eavesdrop as he learns to memorize the Quran. He took a chance when people had not woken up. That's where my sympathy began to heal. Sounds like he's having trouble memorizing. I was also very impressed when she cried while reading the Quran. I don't know what he's crying about. It's a difficult rote or something else. I dare not even question that. I'm not bothering him. I let him continue sobbing until the spoken verse even becomes word for word spelled out.
Glothak!
The broom behind me fell. I accidentally nudged. He looked towards me. Closing the Koran quickly. Hiding his face and rubbing his face slowly. I pretend I don't know. I walked closer to him.
"If you want to memorize, mending find time before going to bed. Ummik said that."
"Thank you, Gus."
"Difficult rote is common. Don't be upset." I said that around.
"I'm not memorizing, Gus."
"Hmm, rub?"
"Enggeh."
I let him lie. He must be ashamed of being caught. I also sat in the kitchen. Finally, he decided to leave the kitchen. He's out of the room I don't know what else. After I peeked at her, I only saw her standing while looking up at the sky. Then, as he turned to look at the ndalem, his gaze cast aside, I saw as if the moon was sinking on his face.
"Iz, sometimes your face looks very pretty, but sometimes very sad. What are you really damning?" my inner.
Iza's face often stayed in my eyes. Disturbing my last blink. Makes me think and look at it for a long time.
"If I had not been bound by anything, I would have freely asked about you," my inner self. I see he's still pensive.
Stalled steps.
"I miss." His voice grew louder and weaker.
I'm stuck in place. Women can't possibly keep one name. He misses who.
"Does this miss also torment you?" mumbling again. His breath was long. There is a burden that he is carrying.
He turned around. He was very surprised to find me already standing in front of him. But he didn't say a word. The sentence that originally wanted to come out, was swallowed back as soon as he saw it silenced, then lowered his head away from before me.
Sepi is your word.
The wind is your voice.
The moon is your light.
So, if you're talking, the sea will soon set in.
I became sad to see your gloom.
I am afraid because of your silence.
"Lz?" To him I didn't include the call mbak.
He's stopped. Bending in front of me. "Yes, Gus?"
"So often talk to Ummik. Ummik openly accepts any story. When you get a massage, tell me what you want to tell me."
"Goddess, Gus. Thank you." Thank you."
"I'm not helping you anything. So, cut down on your thanks." I tried to smile in front of him. And, as usual, he won't return my smile. He is different. That's what makes me feel like there's something else about him.
"Yes, Gus. Excuse me for going to the room first."
"okay."
Morning, Dude? Mom and Dad? Hope you are full, yes. I give you two bowls, huh. Maap yesterday did not come up. Hihahi. Suddenly stuck in episode 68. I always thank you for following this story faithfully. May you always be in God's protection and always in health. Still with the episode that raises questions. Aye, right? đđ Happy activities, yak.