FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 74 "Roses and Jasmine"

*Nizami's Ibban

I looked at the tomb stone deeply. I can't believe the name of the person I started to love was written there.

Rubian,

Your destiny and my destiny are different, yes

You go in a direction where people will no longer find your hug

You are now a shadow

Nothing more than memories embedded in memories

But, I'm still here inhaling the scent of roses and jasmine in your burial ground

I sprinkled flowers in my grasp again as I chanted prayers as the most beautiful gifts for her. Hopefully the prayer beads will not break until the jasmine rose dries up.

I'm holding that headstone. "It turns out your love is amazing. I don't know what you like about me. When that love has been returned, your presence is no longer in my eyes. I'm sorry, honey. You never heard that word of love from me. But, welcome the prayers that I will always present to you in my prostration," my inner self. Then, I kissed his headstone long ago. Goodbye, My love.

It was my turn to kiss that. Take care of it before it rises.

"We'll excuse you to go home first" he told Rubia's parents.

"Seek her prayers for Rubia, yes."

"Goddessa. Nizam and I will pray for Rubia, Miss Nasti."

Aunty Nasti's eyes glazed over. Staring haru. Then, he looked at me and said, "Mas Nizam don't forget to keep coming to Om and Aunt's house. If Mas Nizam is married, Auntie's message is invited, yes."

"God, Auntie."

"Mas Iman is like that too. Although the house is Banyuwangi, do not hesitate to ngundang. We'll still go there often as brothers."

My faith nodded.

We home.

"Zam, your vegetables are finished. Buy vegetables first, I'll cook your favorite food."

"Buy it, Buk," I said uninspired.

"What does Faith want to eat?"

Faith looked a little. "What, yeah, Mom? I just follow. Everybody likes it."

I took that kris out of my pants pocket. I looked at him. Unscrew his keris sheath. To whom do I give this keris? Who is most worthy to keep it?

I glanced at the keris in my hand. He said, "Keris opo (what), Zam? From whom?"

I looked at mom. "Patrem from Mustika, Buk."

"When do you see Wardah?"

"A few days ago he came here. Early in the morning he came."

"What's it gonna take, Le? How to get to Tulungagung? If you find out Wardah just met you, it could be serious, Le."

"There's no need for anything, Buk. Just give me this kris. But, so far there's no problem, right, Buk?"

"Nothing, Zam. Oh, yes, I told you to say something. Children who pay in TPQ are back. Schedule's been replaced something your orders, Le. Village children now have daily activities of karawitan and njai."

"Thank God, Buk. Arek-arek is safe. Le, but mbesok (later) you go home, right?"

"Pripun (how)?"

"If you're married, Zam."

"Me and Mrs Rubia once planned to establish a bimbel and tilawah house, Buk. My original plan was to stay in Tulungagung alone, but I don't know yet."

"It can't be far from you, Le." I stroked my shoulder.

"Zam, if your heart is better, quickly find a replacement, Le! So that Rubia's brother will calm down there."

Ibuk's face was pinched. His palms rubbed my back. "The busiest know you're still very hit. In the past you told me to be acquainted with Mbak Ala, lha it turns out Mbak Ala has been dikhitbah. The mustika? You also do not like. Don't you have any other acquaintances, Zam?"

Iman glanced at the glass.

"Already, Buk. Don't talk about this just yet. Ngapuntene (sorry)."

"Nothing is, Mom. But, Mas Nizam the person will not just open the heart," said Mas Iman.

"Most Faith is like that too. Yes to?" Ibuk reply chimed.

Faith just smiles.

I let out a breath. "Yes already."

"Pass of Faith, stop at the supermarket, yeah. But if there's a greengrocer on the street just stop."

"Yes, Mom."

Two hours later.

"Thank's, Mas." Faith walked through the door. Patting my shoulder.

"okay."

"Our fate is the same."

"You're right."

"Just keep it busy with work. So to Pamekasan, Mas?"

"So. Next sunday. Late november. Do you want to come along? See all of you to Ampel or to Tuban pilgrimage."

"That, huh? Hmm..not yet thought." He touched my back again. "I just wanted to say. Your path to marriage is actually quite wide. Stump first! He hurriedly lashed out when he knew I was about to finish his sentence.

"You said you've ever been a nyantri, right, Mas? Why didn't Sowan go there? Sungkem asked to find a suitable girl. Your chances of getting a better wife from Mba Rubia are huge. Align with ightanim khamsan qabla khamsin."

"Shallu 'alan prophet, "my murmur was spontaneous. I forgot the kiai in this asyral issue. I should have involved them.

"Sory, Mum. But God knows better why we were left Rubia. You ask that to yourself. Okay. I'm pampering. Once again thank's the banquet."

I nodded.

We clashed our hands. Iman uses his left hand.

"Assalamu'alaikum? THIRTY"

"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullah."

"You're married, I'm invited, Mas. At the very least, if you manage to find a replacement, let me know as soon as possible."

"Yooks. God willing."

The car went off.

I fear this is Allah's recompense because I have left Ratna and Fizah in distress. Now where are they? Allahumma salli 'ala sayyidina muhammad. I rubbed my palm against my face. Sighs.

I shuffled to meet my mother who was praying in my room. I only heard from the door of my mother who was still praying. In essence, the prayer is devoted to me, the prayer that all paths be laid out as I go into the process of finding a companion. I also mentioned my father's name. Apologize for overstepping the will. Ibuk said that I was so worthy to be a family leader that I had fallen into the obligation to defend my father's will. Uwais Al-Qarni so uphold adab birrul walidain on foot carrying his mother to Makkah Al-Mukarramah. The height of Uwais to his mother was not separated from the breadth of love and love of his own mother. My mother knew that someday I would leave her in old age, which meant that I would live apart with her. But, mother is also the one who most wants me to quickly perform the sunah. I lived my prayers until both palms rubbed my face. Then, she looked up and gave me a smile.

"Le, sometime take Ibuk Sowan to your boarding school first to, Zam. I suddenly want to."

"In what order, Buk?"

"Piye?" (How, anyway?) "

"I mean really tumben Ibuk. Suddenly too." Still with my position standing.

I dropped into the sofa in front of the television. Turn on television.

"Silaturahmiy. Opo maneh (what else)?"

(Sorry the actual implementation date of MTQ Pamekasan is held on November 3-13 if there is no withdrawal schedule set by the Tilawatil Qur'an Development Institute (LPTQ). Just for the convenience of the story, the author replaced everything related to the MTQ performance with no other intention)