FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 88 "Answers"

*Nizami's Ibban

Finish eating. Bu Mini's dinner was so filling my stomach. Especially since a month ago, I did not visit Mini Mom. I miss his cooking.

"Mas Nizam long time not here. Nyari njenengan's eldest."

I just returned a smile.

"The permission there is really healthy, Mas?"

"Thank God be healthy."

"It's hard to remember."

"Monggo, Mum. I'm delivering this week. God willing, I hope there is no sudden event. Fizah will be hard to get home. By njengan ngempet kangen. Naughty, right?"

"Yes whiskah. I hope there is more windfall. Can for his allowance Fizah and Mbak Ratna."

"There must be, Mom."

Mini ma'am.

"Which one was Eldest, huh? Is there a child, Mom?" ask ibuk.

"In the Bara house. Focus on drawing."

"Woh, yeah. I asked again, Yo, Zam."

"Could you draw?"

Mom Mini smile. "Can, Mas Nizam. He said it was a pesenan. Don't know Ibuk. The pesen. Ibuk ndak mudeng."

"Lumayan, Mom, that. Since when can Eldest draw?"

"From SD. But, yes, his name is a lazy boy. If scribbles are just that. Her hobbies aren't growing, Mom."

"What kind of materials have HP?"

"Nothing, Mom. There is no windfall. He actually asked for it too. But, he said earlier that.anu Si Bara offered something. If you want a promotion can ride in HP Bara."

"The car that promotes that, ma'am?"

"Most of all."

Arrive next week. I'm picking up Mini Ma'am. Saturday afternoon ba'da asar. My teaching schedule is only until twelve in the afternoon. I was shocked half to hold my laugh when I saw Bu Mini coming out of the house carrying one big bag.

"Where are you going, ma'am?"

"She's going to see Fizah, Mas?"

"Enggeh, Mom. But, why is the bag so big?"

"Sambang should be delicious if only a day, Mas. Ibuk, right, can spend two and three days in his boarding school Fizah. I miss Fizah, Mas."

I want to have Bu Mini replace with a smaller bag so awkward. I can't bear to see that enthusiasm.

"Yes already. Hope to stay, ngggeh. If not, how about it, Mom?"

"Can't you do it? Bisare, Mum. His parents are sambang nginep ndak."

I lifted the bag. Keep it in the trunk. I let Mini in, and I got to the car door.

I got in the car.

"Roll and Bungsu are safe, Mom? Are they coming? Who knows if Eldest's heart opens and finally wants to mumps."

"I don't think it's necessary, Mas. They're troublesome. I'm worried she's shy. Mas Nizam, Ibuk really wants to tell you something."

"What is that, Mom?"

"The roll turned out to be secretly like sampeyan, Mas. But, Mas Nizam doesn't need nanggepi. The firstborn is not yet an adult. Ibuk more mantep if Mas Nizam is fond of Fizah. Mas Nizam likes Fizah, doesn't he?"

Seeing me still silent, Ms. Mini said again, "It's hard to read the letter. What did I say, really? Sampeyan be honest with Fizah, Mas. The fizah was initially very curious about the sender of the letter. It was Kersane (lha apparently) who sent it sampeyan)."

"Later when it gets to the cabin you'll know something, ma'am."

Mini looked at me curious.

We're goin. Ba'da isya we just arrived at the pesantren. Had to stop dinner at the lesehan stall at the same time intending the plural prayer qasar ta'khir.

Kiai Bahar and his students are still treating nariyah in the hall. Me and Bu Mini went straight to ndalem. As soon as we said our greetings, the two princesses greeted us. Among them is Fizah.

He's risen. Deflects eyes. "Hud?" The bell in his hand was instantly thrown.

"Oh God, Buk." He embraced tightly. Not letting her mother out of her arms.

"I'm a real miss. A month not seeing Ibuk."

Fizah let go of her embrace. He told me to sit down and let me stand. He ignored my arrival. So that santri nearby is what is welcome. Fizah cool itself with Bu Mini.

"Mr?"

Santri did not turn around. "Yes?"

"Why don't you see Gus Fakhar?"

"Follow with Kiai, sir. Just wait for."

"Bu Nyai where is it?"

"There's in the cottage princess mimpin nariyah."

I'm mangosteen.

"Kerso (want) coffee, sir?"

"Can. But, that's lumpy, Ma'am."

"Snack."

Fizah and her mother were talking. I don't know what they're talking about because they're deliberately away. Fib. I went back and forth to social media so as not to get too bored. Long time no install story in ficibook. I'm aiming at the pesantren's yard. I gave a caption bismillah wal hamdulillah can be tabarukan with Kiai Bahar Magetan again, to the old cottage. Send. I also live in Washapp. About ten minutes, someone commented on the washapp. I frowned. It turned out that Ma'am Ala had kept my number as well.

"Goddessa. I've also been there to heal at once, Tad."

^^^"Alhamdulillah. Pripun (how) is it?"^^^

"Sae (good), Tad."

^^^"Happy victory yesterday."^^^

"The agent is safe, Tad. So champion two."

^^^"Alhamdulillah. Champion one keeps mboten (not) bored, Ma'am?"^^^

"Yes Allah 😅."

^^^"Yesterday did not have time to argue. How did you get pregnant?"^^^

"Thank God, Tad. It's been four weeks. When is the wedding, Tad? My news, ngggeh. God willing my husband and I will come."

^^^"Pangestune, Ma'am."^^^

"Aamiin's."

About twenty minutes later. Until my coffee gets cold, then I finish it immediately. Fizah and Bu Mini are still cool talking to themselves. Then, there was the sound of greetings from outside. Nyai Ridhaa and Kiai Bahar came in through the front door.

"Sopo iki?" (Who is this?)

I'm turning.

"Nizam, Bah."

"hee. Alhamdulillahot. Suwi wisa?" (Hee. Alhamdulillahot. Been long?)

Kiai Bahar sat down. Bu nyai greeted with a smile, then went straight inside.

"Pripun, Ma?" (How, Mom?)

"Thank God be healthy, Bah."

"Related sing wingi niku Iza turned out to be mboten purun. Abah blatantly ae yo iki. Iza mature ya wis ngono kui intine. Abah ndak ngurangi yo ndak nambai. What about, Za?" At the end of the sentence Iiai looked at Iza for a while until I saw Iza nod slowly.

Translation: (Related that yesterday Iza was not willing. Abah just blatantly yes this. Iza says it's like that at the core. Abah does not reduce yes does not add. I see, yes, Za?) At the end of the sentence I looked at Fizah for a while until I saw Fizah nodding slowly.

I tried to stretch my chest. So far I can guess before. He must be heavy-hearted.

"Snapjeh. It's okay, Bah. I accept it with a chest."

"Easy, Mom. Santrine Abah ki akeh. Menowo santri liyane."

Translated: (Most, Mas. Abah's love is a lot. Maybe others are ready)

I nodded.

"Niki wau Bu Mini ajenge nginep mriko nopo saget?"

Translation: (This was Bu Mini planning to stay here what could it be?)

"Yo iso's. Sampeyan pisan ndak, opo-opo. Lawong sesok yo dinane Sunday. Sampeyan is a loose yo."

Translated: (Yes can. You're all right, Mas. Tomorrow, right, it's Sunday. You, yeah, loose)

Ngapunten should have been up last night as promised but because there is a constraint so only this morning 1 eps first, nggeh. Now for riyen activities. Hope our activities are smooth. Aamiin 😍🙏🌷