FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)

FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 94 "Ummik Alleged"


*Fakharuddin Akhyar Al - Ameen


"What are you asking me for?" I whispered to him. But, Iza would definitely not want to answer. I already know that. He would never have expressed his wish had he wanted to. Maybe he wants nothing. I gave him a smile.


Ummik and goodbye from the living room. Ufi Mbak, Nuansa Mbak, and Ulya Mbak also followed. Stay Mas Yazeed, Ratna, Iza's mother, Kang Nizam, me and Iza. Iza I'm holding off because there's Ratna.


"You accompany Ratna, Iz."


"I'm going to the kitchen first."


"Just here."


He relented.


I opened the conversation, "You guys are similar. Meet your twin, Mas."


Mas Yazeed looked at Kang Nizam.


"Where are you from, huh? Address."


"From Tulungagung."


"Tulungagung?"


"Collapse."


"Combined?"


I'm listening.


"Who do you know which area?"


Kang Nizam also explained a few lines.


"Can we talk outside for a minute?"


Kang Nizam nodded. They both decided to talk about something important.


Iza's mother approached Ratna. Invite Ratna to speak instead of looking dumb on her own.


I whispered to Iza, "Later tonight or tomorrow we go with Kang Bimo how?"


"Oh God, Gus. Sorry I didn't dare."


"Why not?"


"Also, invite the Ufi as well. Ufi ma'am sometimes didn't tell me to come along if I left. Especially with Ummik. Ufi and Ulya's mom will definitely come."


"But, Gus?"


"But why?"


Fizah's gaze glanced in another direction. I followed his gaze. Kang Nizam stole a look at him.


"Iz, why?"


He looked back at me half-dead. "I'm afraid Miss Nyai is angry, Gus."


"Because I'm engaged to Madam Ulya?"


"Enggeh."


"Ehmm."


"The agent doesn't have to bother, Gus. Really."


"Or do you want what? Food, clothes, or drink, the new Koran? Say aja. Consider this a gift because you almost every night mijati Ummik."


"Manut, Gus."


"I'd guess. So don't you want this request?"


She shook her head.


"OKAY. But, you promise. Whatever I love, you want to give."


"Ehmm.insyaAllah, Gus."


"I'm out for a second. You're talking to Ratna."


"Mom, can we talk for a minute."


His mother Iza nodded softly.


"Before, Nduk Ratna." Iza's mother touched Ratna's arm.


"Wonten nopo, Gus?" (What's up, Gus?)


"I'm Fakhar, Mom. If you may know, what Fizah wants until now, but not obedience?"


"But, why is (sorry) there's this, Gus?"


"No. I just want to know."


"Yes so actually..ehm.the most Fizah wants it..anu. High School alone he's not finished. In fact, yes he is a child who is sinter, diligent, devoted to parents. I'm proud of Fizah, Gus. But, so far with our condition all fitting and often lacking, Fizah has to work with the Judge."


"Where is school, Mom?"


"Best SMA in Tulungagung, Gus. But, drop out of school. Expensive cost. Achievements cannot free up school fees. At that time the family was very short of money to eat everyday."


"Principal, Gus."


"Has he memorized?"


"It's actually, but I don't know how much juz. Not much yet, Gus. Why doesn't Fizah say much, Gus."


"Then what else?"


"School, memorization, and nyantri. Alhamdulillah desire mondok already diijabah Gusti Allah, Gus."


"Ngggeh. If it's food, what do Iza like best, ma'am?"


"Chicken satay likes it, Gus."


"Otherwise, Mom?"


"Corn rice, salted fish, and onion sauce."


"Well, if that's what I like, Mom. How about nggeh?"


"Simple child's permission, Gus. I am very sorry about Fizah. I'm talking like this to you, Gus." He laughs.


"I thank you very much, Mom. By going home after magrib?"


"Goddessa. But, just as much a driver, Gus. My lawong is just a knifeman (nebeng). Anu, Gus, I want to ask you something."


"What, Mom?"


"Kok I've seen Nyai's mom where? Has Nyai ever been to Tulungagung. To Sendang menawi area (maybe)."


"Ear, Mom. Once. Ummik, me, and Mbak Ulya who left. All pilgrimages to the tomb of Kiai Asrari Ibrahim and Kiai Syafi'i."


"Is it possible that the old Miss Nyai suddenly gave me money on the side of the road. That's me fitting in with my boy, Gus. I'm in front of the stall."


"Oh, that. If it is not wrong, God is right. Oooh, so that's a blow. Thank God you can finally meet here. And, it turns out Iza's mother."


"So, I fit it straight home. I'm looking for Fizah. Money from Nyai Bu I gave directly to Fizah. Nyantri. Because it just so happened that a rizki suddenly came. I consider that a Fizah. I am so happy."


"Goddessa. Alhamdulillahot. God's destiny is incredible. It was Ummik who gave the pocket money to Iza."


"Snouts, Gus. Lerosan leres." (Yes, Gus. Gus Fakhar is right)


Ba'da magrib's.


Ummik give special souvenirs Magetan. Snack. Also coconuts are still intact one sack and five kilos of rice. Initially rejected, but ummik must have insisted. Guests away from Tulungagung cannot go home with their bare hands. Moreover, to the parents of ndalem. Ummik has used to do it to parents Ufi Mbak too.


His mother Iza pamitan. Fizah escorted her mother to Kang Nizam's car. They talked for about five minutes. Before boarding the car, Iza and her mother hugged tightly. He also seemed to be talking to Kang Nizam.


At 21:07 WIB.


Tonight ummik didn't ask Iza to massage his legs. I am the one who replaces Iza's duty because ummik himself asked. And, my massage compared to the Iza massage which is said to be ummik much better. Even though my hands can exert a stronger pressure.


"What is Ummik really talking about?"


I'm cross-legged on the bed.


"Ummik sawang-sawang sajake kok you enenk apa-apane karo Iza."


Translation: (Unmik look around it looks like you have anything to do with Iza)


"I mean Ummy?"


"Le, ilingo your crew I'm about to make a proposal. Sightake sing lueh dijogo. Iza kui ayu yo manutan. Sopo to sing ora. Kang santri yo akeh sing gaene speaking Iza. But, your crew must sing lueh pinter."


Translated: (Le, remember you were already a proposal. His view is more guarded. Ummik understands Iza is beautiful and lettering. Who doesn't like it. Kang Santri also talked a lot about Iza. But you have to be smarter)


"Nyapo to Mbak Ulya kok mondok neng kene? The pesantren Abahe luweh gede. Luweh mbarakahi's. You gotit?"


Translation: (Why is Madam Ulya here? In fact, the Abnah pesantren is bigger. More bless. You gotit?)


"No, Mik."


"Supoyo ndang cedak karo keno family. Ulya ki asline kabe kosinan."


Translation: (So soon close to our family. Ma'am Ulya was originally shy)


"Omongane Ummik abot?"


Translation: (Ummik word burdensome?)


"That's just a misunderstanding."


"Misunderstanding piye? Ummik understands your attitude. Your attitude neng Mbak Ulya ndak ngono."


Translation: (Misunderstanding how? Ummik your attitude land. Your attitude to Mbak Ulya is not so)


"Yes yes. Fakhar understood what Ummik meant."


Unfortunately I really can't be honest with ummik. Ummik skak mat. Where can I defend myself.


"Wis ngene e yo. Ummik jaluk tulmu scatter maneh information of pitulas girls years sing duwe birthmark neng kelek."


Translation: (It's just like that, yeah. Ummik ask you to spread information song seventeen-year-old girl who has a birthmark in the armpit)


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