FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 76 "Soviet"

*Nizami's Ibban

Sundays. Ba'da tahajud, my mother and I went to the boarding school where I used to study. We headed to Magetan first before going to Central Java. It's still about two hours drive. Just passed Dr. General Hospital. Harjono Ponorogo's. And, the music that I listen to right now is the melodious sound of my mother teaching. Although ibuk is not a singer or qariah, but my ability in the field of voice comes from the soul of mother. The difference is, my mother had never known the world of sound art during her life. Just want to learn to apply what tone is easy and good to use when the Quran binnazaran.

One time al-fatihah in my mind. I gave it to Rubia. At the end of my mother reading, I heard the words Iirih ibuk called the name Mbak Rubia as well. She had secretly treated him like her own daughter.

"Zam, the kango prayer (for) Mrs Rubia."

"Already, Buk."

"Your work yesterday was also brought, right?

"I must've taken him, Buk."

"It's not hard to tell you to immediately forget your feelings for Miss Rubia endak, Le. The burden of affairs borne by the dead man is many."

"Feelings are only a matter of time, Buk. Just calm down."

"Muga-muga because of Sowan Kiai, your heart and Ibuk can be more legowo. Neriman ing pandum (received a gift)."

"Snapjeh. Aamiin's."

Setiba in Magetan.

Pesantren where I attended the pesantren lightning for twenty days in Ramadan. Not much has changed. The difference is in the number of tall trees in front of the pesantren and the worship of santri facilities, including rooms. Bedroom santri putra and santri putri are also the same. Each room is built separately. One room only has four people. At first glance it will look like a village.

I lead mother's steps. Grazing the corner of the pesantren that can still reach my view. And, as usual abah kiai will sit to serve the community who come to seek treatment. Treating endless internal ailments or diseases that cannot be diagnosed scientific knowledge of a doctor. There is no tariff. If the disease is only ordinary, abah kiai once only considered it part of the bawun fellow servants of God. Somehow now.

"Where is Nyai's Mom?"

"Zam, which one is your mother?"

"Ubu Nyai umrah. I didn't get to meet him. Mostly it's on that ndalem now."

So came a tall young man and a woman younger than my mother. Or, maybe it's actually a parallel. My mother and I approached him.

"Assalamu'alaikum?"

Only after he answered did I put my eyebrows together. The face in front of me is not foreign. I ignored my question.

"Wa'alaikumussalam. Sinten niki (who is this)?"

We put our hands together.

"Nluren. This is Nyai's mom, isn't it?"

"Loh, sek to, my. Kula kok nate pirso sampeyan ki teng pundi?"

Translated: (Well a minute, Mas. How do I ever know where you are?)

The man beside the nyai maam, whom I remember as Gus Fakhar, was his age below me, he replied, "The man in the picture, right, Mik?"

"Goddessa. Bener. Yes Allaaaah. Please enter! Monggo, mongos!"

The four of us sat down.

"Ufi Father? Ma'am?"

A woman appeared from within. Come bowing, then drop his hanker.

"Mbak, nyuwun tulung tamune is treated to a schooner."

Translated: (Mbak, ask for help to serve his guests rice)

"Kok is troublesome, Miss Nyai," said ibuk.

"Mpoten mboten." (Not no)

Nyai looks at me pesantren. Nyala.

"O Allah, my God. Ummik has been to Tulungagung. Recreation. Lha kok mbiten grill sampeyan, Mas. Healthy pripun?"

Translated: (O Allah, O Lord. Ummik has been to Tulungagung. Recreation. I didn't see you, Mom. How healthy?)

"Alhamdulillah."

Ibuk hurriedly said, "Pangestune, Miss Nyai. May it be healthy always."

"Enggeh. Aamiin yes rabbal alamin. Alhamdulillahot. Ummik is very grateful to meet sampeyan neng ndalem. Is it sampeyan iki asline nopo santrine Abah?"

"I used to just follow the flash. And, it's been a long time, Miss Nyai."

"Mas, sampeyan kemutan to biyen Ummik ever mature opo?"

Translation: (Mas, you remember, right, Ummik used to say what?)

"Ngeg, Miss Nyai."

"How now?"

Mom looked at me instantly. My mother never told me about this.

I thought if even met with a friend of the Quran Ummik Nur Fatimah. The one who used to say I was going to match up with his missing daughter. Although I remember that, but I don't take it seriously.

"If the name is not wrong Tsaniya Tabriz, what?"

"Yes, Mum."

"Pripun, nggggeh." I suddenly hesitated to ask where his daughter is now. Admitting an arranged marriage without knowing her face won't make me sure.

"Assalamu'alaikum?" Abah kiai is in.

I shifted the hoe. Immediately grabbed the hand that was swinging in front of me.

"Well, santrine njenengan."

Translation: (Costed by Santrinya Abah)

"Sopo iki?" (Who is this?)

"Nizam. Ibban Nizami, Bah."

"Iki must rene meet the invitation. Ngono iyo?" Abah kiai smiled.

Translation: (It must be here to deliver the invitation. Yes so?)

"Well, niki tiyang jaler sing want kula jatohne kaleh Tsaniya, Bah."

Translation: (Well, this is the guy I want to marry Tsaniya, Bah)

Abah kiai ignored bu nyai's words.

"Nggeh earlier I'm sorry. The first intention, we mean friendship. My last few years were not so. Thank God he is still given health to this day. Second, what happened earlier, I want to show Abah this."

I pulled that dagger out of my jacket pocket.

"Patrem nggo wadon sopo iki, Le?"

Translation: (Whose female patrem is this, Le?)

"I'm resigned, Bah. Which Abah thinks deserves me."

Ibuk continued, "Before I apologize, Kiai, Nyai Ma'am. Nizam was recently passed away by his female friend. So, mbok menawi panjengan willing to offer one santri for my son, Kiai."

Ma'am ndalem out again carrying a big tray. It was placed on the floor. Sit lesehan.

"Nduk, roll up your kancun celukno."

Translated: (Nduk, please call your friend)

"Snack, Bah."

Not long after, my eyes were stunned. Got two women, one of whom I knew. The two women sat down.

"Mak Ulya mboten n't mriki." (Mak Ulya doesn't need to be here)

Ulya then left. Meanwhile, I still gasped at the woman.

Leave the woman alone. Face lowered. But, I knew he had glanced at me earlier. Throwing a dislike gaze.

"Sampeyan purun to sing ayu ngene iki?"

Translation: (Do you want something beautiful like this?)

Sorry, but wait three days. Three episodes straight away. Hopefully it can be enjoyed. Good evening. Secret by secret has been answered. 😊️🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹