FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 83 "Jealous"

*Fakharuddin Akhyar Al - Ameen

Instantly the chant of my dhikr wails. I heard the footsteps of people pacing at the door. I pulled out the blanket. Rise up. From yesterday loyo carefree as well as diarrhea. Empty stomach, less**** dine, then catch wind. It is still a little mules.

I opened the door. I found Iza there.

"What's up, Za?"

"No, Gus. She was asked by Nyai to come here." My head is slightly lowered.

"Well?"

"What is healthy?"

"Oohh. Yes as you can see. Appreciable. Thanks for the tea." Gus Fakhar smiled.

"Heard you were proposed to someone? Who?"

"People Banyuwangi, Gus."

"You know him?"

"Snack."

"Can't you?"

"He's contracted in Tulungagung, Gus."

"Work?"

"Say the lecturer."

"Already established dong?"

He silenced my question.

"You accepted the proposal?"

She shook her head.

"No?"

"I don't know yet, Gus."

"You doubt?"

"Snake, Gus."

"Reason?"

"Dark."

I leaned my left shoulder against the door leaf.

"Try me if you speak clearly. Confused because?"

"Ehm..."

"Is it because you want to or don't?"

"Buntle to talk, Gus."

"Speaking how?"

"Bu Nyai dhawuh is the man who will be betrothed to Adik njenengan."

"Yes to?"

He's nodding.

"Oh, I get it. You originally wanted to accept, but confused after knowing Ummik already had the plan? Then, you are confused about how. That, right?"

"Not really, Gus."

"That means I said a part of it."

"How come?"

I am so worried that I cannot speak fully. I had to ask him a lot if I wanted to know everything. I won't let him go until he answers.

"Ning Ulya when is it coming back, Gus?" He even shifted the topic.

"Jawab first my question." My spontaneous voice sounded firm.

He also looked up.

I realized my attitude might make her feel weird. I repeated the question by softening the voice.

"Bu Nyai my message was told to pray istikharah, Gus."

"Istikharah is not really important if your heart has a tendency. If you like to say you like, don't. Beret."

"But, Gus..."

"But why?"

I can't wait for the answer.

"Where do you know that teacher?"

"In Tulungagung he was close to my Mother, Gus."

"Oh, pantesans. The approach goes straight to your mother." I nodded in understanding. It means that the man really wants to propose to Iza.

"Gus, actually the man came here not to ask me. But..."

"But? It's okay to be honest, Za."

"Kiai brought us together. I'm also surprised to know he was here."

"A little while." I looked at him more seriously. "Do you know me well or not?"

"Yet, Gus. Just know."

"No, Gus." The tone is a bit high. He's showing a signal.

I usually talk to him. But, after I heard the conversation abah and ummik talk about Iza proposed, I was curious about what Iza would do after that. Subconsciously, I was worried that Iza would accept the proposal.

"I help speak to Ummik or Abah if you don't dare. How's it?"

"No need, Gus," he said.

Belly sounds. Sudden mules. I tiptoed up from in front of Iza without speaking. His eyes followed my steps.

*Hafizah Palace

I just changed my shirt. Prepare sleep. New ufi mom from the bathroom. Wudu before going to bed. Before he occupied the bed, he watched me for a moment.

"Why, Mommy?"

"No. That's just your armpits. The stitches of his clothes came off the most."

"Rubber?" I'm looking for justification.

"Oh, yes I."

"What is black-black?"

"This? It's a birthmark."

"Birthmark?" Ufi's mother scrunched her forehead.

"Yes, Mother. It's not black. This chocolate bar. But, in the past Ibuk said that the color was born really an item."

Ufi is like thinking of something. Then, ask, "Eh, look around?"

"Can." I opened it a little. My clothes are long enough.

"Emmm..." He folded his lips.

"Is there something, Ma'am?"

"No. No, no, Ma'am. Hmm.but, just want to say it's a big birthmark."

I grimaced. "Lumayan, Ma'am."

Ufi ma'am. I followed, tilted to the left facing him. "Mr?"

She's looking. "Why?"

"You're not imagining how Miss Nyai's second daughter looks like?"

He tilted to face me. "Yes sometimes mayangin too. Yes I, right, have heard of the figure of the baby Ning Tsaniya how."

"If the picture knows?"

"Not yet."

"Cooking yet?"

"Bu Nyai never told the story, but never told the picture. If from the story, maybe this may be lo, yes. Maybe eleven twelve beauties like you, Ma'am."

I laughed softly.

"Loh, Ma'am, tumben can laugh until then. Cieee."

I shut my mouth. Sticking. "What lo, Ma'am, you're that."

"A month of knowing, yes, just saw you laugh after that, Ms. Za."

"No, I mean how can you say I'm eleven twelve with his daughter BU nyai."

"I said it might be. Might as well. You, you know, ask someone who doesn't know."

We were silent for a few seconds. Then Ufi asked again, "I was curious. A mother's premonition is usually a symptom of fate."

"A sign of that truth?"

"Maybe. I'm three-five years a ndalem man here. Said the previous ndalem servant who had been boyong, Bu Nyai's belief did not change lo. Seventeen years."

"Continue?"

"Yes, I'm curious. Perhaps his daughter was actually still alive, nurtured by someone. But, I sometimes think gini, is it possible, yes, Ning Tsaniya is now a real child. Which is, right, a bunch of ninjas. What if he's for sale?"

"If you sell it to a good parent, it will be a good child, right?"

"Why bring a baby if it's not for sale? The baby trade is still rampant."

"Hopefully Bu Nyai's hunch is right. She's alive and now a good woman."

"But, why aren't you looking for her again, huh?"

"Yes too. But, Ma'am, it happened a long time ago. The face is unrecognizable."

Suddenly I remembered the birthmark that Ning Tsaniya had. I think that birthmark could be proof. The photo was spread out, then whoever had the exact same birthmark, the child was tested for DNA.

"I've probably tried that before, haven't I?" my thinking.

"Where is Kiai's offer? If it were me, yes, yes. As long as the sholeh man comes to you, that's enough for her to consider, Za. A new month here, instantly thanks to you. Offered directly ama Kiai pulak."

"I haven't told Ibuk, either."

"Yes too. Your walimu deserves to know. Who could possibly be your guardian?"

"Whose name is it, Ma'am?"

"Gini recruits. Father, grandfather, brother, nephew, uncle, cousin. Judge alternatively. Taken from Father's side and the like."

"They should know first."

"But, surely you already have a tendency, right, want to accept or not?"

I can't answer. Maybe my race of wanting to meet Yazeed again is a little unreasonable. However, I had a desire to get to know him further and listen to the continuation of his story. If allowed, I want to know in more detail how his struggle in building the hut. Then, about Mr Nizam? I used to honor him by calling him. I thought she would treat women the same without seeing her background. His attitude was very valuable to me. But now I don't expect it anymore. He had scratched the wound on my face and tarnished my momentary admiration for him.