FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 93 "Race Results"

*Hafizah Palace

The one who is not only me. It seemed like everyone in this room was indeed aware. Mr. Nizam and Yazeed were sitting cross-legged, opposite, with the same style of shirt and holster, making them look very similar. The contrast is only in the skin color. I glanced at everyone's gaze as soon as they sat down earlier.

And, finally Nyai Ridhaa Bu who began to ask, "Mas Nizam and Mas Yazeed kok faceae look very similar to yo."

Gus Fakhar added, "Have you met this Kang Nizam, Mas Yaz?"

"Just shaman in front. His name also just heard you say."

"really. We don't know each other" said Mr. Nizam

I came in to say hello. Replied everyone. Ibuk covered behind Mr. Nizam. Then, sitting near Mr. Nizam heard Mr. Nizam invite him to talk. Then, mom nodded.

Mbak Nuansa and Ning Ulya came to bring us the results of our cooking earlier.

"Biyuh iki ketarane kok yuk yang eneng kerupuke." Miss nyai shifted her plate.

Translate: (Wow, this looks good crackers)

"Each can be three plates. Little portions. Safe," said Gus Fakhar.

She whispered to me, "Iz, mine must be delicious. If I win, what will you give me?"

"Give me what, Gus?" I'm blurting out the sound.

Then, I realized Mr. Nizam was looking at me. He immediately turned his eyes away as I tried to return his gaze.

"What's the prize?" Gus Fakhar is still talking to me. I try not to look close to him. I really wanted to ban it, but I was hesitant.

"Milk the bathroom three times, Gus."

"Huh, must be you mode. Aye right?" His look just made me joke.

Bu nyai nudged Gus Fakhar. Gus Fakhar immediately said, "Please taste it. The jury will be able to comment one by one. The value will be recorded Mbak Nuance."

When everyone is busy eating. Gus Fakhar asked me to speak again. "You said it was just a mode, right, Iz?"

Gus Fakhar's moving brows made me unable to hold back a smile.

"I'm not mode at all, Gus."

"Don't be drained, deh. Nyetricain's shirt for a week. You must iron it. I'm usually alone. Sometimes I ask the Ufi. A full week is your job if I win."

Gus Fakhar stared at the people who tasted his food first.

"See that! Who ate mine was instantly mangosteen." His eyes went around again. Continue to say, "But, Madam Ufi and Mas Yazeed just shut up just after your nasgorm, Iz. Ready to lose you."

"Ah, I'm so confident, Gus."

"Should. Not me if you don't care."

Ma'am Nuance poked my back. I looked at him who was telling me to leave.

"Just a minute, Gus." I walked back in a backward motion.

"What's up, Ma'am Nu?"

"You saw that, Ma'am Ulya. He's crying in the kitchen."

"No cry, anyway. But, he had a very sad face to see what was done just now, Ma'am Iz."

I'm silent for a moment. Only then do I understand it.

I hurriedly searched for Ning Ulya. I just got out of the bathroom. Maybe out of wudu because her face and hijab are wet.

"Sir, sss.s.s.sa-yeah apologize."

"Make what, yeah?"

I don't feel good about explaining. Ning Ulya should not have asked because she definitely knew the answer.

"On Gus Fakhar."

"My betrothal with him will continue, Za. What do I need to be sad about? Everyone deserves to be familiar with Gus Fakhar."

That sentence only sounded like a self-fortification in order to remain authoritative in front of me.

Nuance calling. Ning Ulya and I were told to enjoy the living room atmosphere. Waiting for people to finish eating. We sat side by side. Again when I wanted to look at Yazeed, it was Mr. Nizam's eyes that I saw looking at me first. He was still cool in finishing Ning Ulya's fried rice. Yazeed was soon finished. Burp softly, then take a drink. The jury is still trying to spend. The slowest person to eat is Ratna.

Yazeed seemed to whisper something that made Ratna finally eat some bribes. Then, the plate moved into Yazeed's hands. It was Yazeed who ended up finishing up all the fried rice for Ratna.

Ten minutes later. All the dishes are clean.

"Ummik made a comment first." Gus Fakhar.

"Enak kabeh's. But, fried rice urange is less salty. Maturity level isek pas-pisan. Fried rice crackers iki sing most Ummik demen."

Translated: (Enak all. But, the fried rice is salted. Maturity level fitting. This kerupuke fried rice is the most Ummik likes)

Then Ufi and ibuk have different judgments. Fried rice Gus Fakhar even fit according to mother. Although my mother quite often praised me because I cooked well, but this time my mother was fascinated with Ning Ulya's making. Ning Ulya excelled by two comments. Then, Private Ufi ma'am prefers mine. Doesn't make you sicker and more savory. That's probably because mine's not too greasy.

It was Mr Nizam's turn to comment, "Whose leaves have these?"

I'm staring. Slightly nodded.

I don't understand what that means.

"Seasoning fits. When eaten it does not taste heavy mouth. Different if there is a cracker earlier. It's so sweet and a little too sweet. Because it's not balanced with spicy, so he feels heavy. Not to mention that there are also krupuknya. Four spoons are full. But I like the plating. Nasgor this myriad, I think this is the most complete condiment. But, unfortunately he was less salty a little and less spicy. Overall I prefer the onion-leafed ones even though they don't actually need to exist, yes. He should have been cut. It will add to the beautiful plating. That's all."

I appreciate the way he gives comments. Looks like Mr. Nizam is also good at cooking. How could he possibly comment so long if he was not used to cooking.

Comments from Yazeed. Which I waited for.

"No comments. I'm more or less the same as Kang Nizam. My tongue is more suitable which does not feel neko-neko. It was delicious, but it got me hooked. Enough."

I don't know who will win it. But losing won't be a problem. I want to race cooking just to please Gus Fakhar. If I lose and Gus Fakhar wins, he will be very happy. I should be ready to iron his shirt a week.

Gus Fakhar asked each of the jurors to say how much value was given. Mbak Nuansa is already holding a pencil to record. He immediately summed up the results after all the judges mentioned.

Gus Fakhar took the note paper. Then, read it. Instantly he glanced at me.

"Yes so based on the value of all the judges, here who get the most number of points is Iza."

He whispered, "What are you asking me for?"

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